Chapter 11673 — Fishing with a Straight Hook
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For him, it was no longer a question of whether he could be caught, but of how.
Since Jiang Xiaoshang wanted to take on this job, Wei Zhao was naturally glad to let him.
It was just that Jiang Xiaoshang's method of fishing left much to be desired.
On the surface, he had sunk the hook into the puddle—and a straight hook at that—while the bait he simply hurled straight at Yi Liuchao's head.
Even Wei Zhao was left staring in utter bewilderment.
"Is this thing of yours really fishing with a straight hook?"
Jiang Xiaoshang wore an air of profound wisdom: "Watch more, learn more, talk less."
At that moment, Yi Liuchao was even more bewildered than Wei Zhao.
A ready-made path to godhood had plopped down bright and plain right before his eyes.
A powerful intuition told him that if he could only digest this path to godhood, he would be able to complete the final step.
But the problem was—how could he possibly stumble into a trap so blatantly laid out?
Did they really take him for a fool to be fished?
Another day passed, and Yi Liuchao returned once more to the bait Jiang Xiaoshang had cast down. After a spell of agonizing, he bit the hook in the end.
And then he was dragged out of the little puddle by Jiang Xiaoshang.
"..."
Wei Zhao was stunned for a moment, then could not help asking: "Brother, what were you thinking?"
A blatant straight-hook fishing scheme, and he still took the bait—no normal person could comprehend the circuitry behind that.
The man was, after all, a quasi-god powerhouse, not a brain-dead one.
Looking at the suddenly changed surroundings, at Jiang Xiaoshang and Wei Zhao before him, Yi Liuchao could not help but be seized with terror.
Instinctively, he tried at once to struggle and flee.
Then a scene even more despairing unfolded.
No matter how he deployed his powers and techniques, he simply could not shake off the straight hook caught in his mouth—and more crucially, he could not escape this two-meter-square little puddle before his eyes!
With his strength, a mere two meters square was nothing—even twenty thousand meters would be the work of an instant.
Yet here, a foot's breadth was as vast as the far horizon.
A quasi-god powerhouse of his stature now gave off the impression of a loach mired in a puddle—no matter how he struggled for his life, back and forth he went, circling within the puddle all the same.
Jiang Xiaoshang lifted his chin smugly: "Did you learn it or not?"
Wei Zhao, not quite understanding but deeply impressed: "Badass."
At this moment, from Yi Liuchao's perspective, the two figures became impossibly grand and colossal—especially Jiang Xiaoshang seated before him, whose oppressive presence now rivaled that of his own master, the God King Haotian, and perhaps even surpassed it!
"Just who is this person? To be even more terrifying than my master?"
The moment this thought arose, Yi Liuchao's will to survive collapsed on the spot.
Facing an existence comparable to the God King Haotian, all the techniques he prided himself on were doomed to be a joke, with not the slightest chance of success.
This, a quasi-god powerhouse understood far better than any other cultivator.
At the critical moment, a giant hand tore through the void and forcibly intruded into the Nation of Sin.
Wei Zhao's eyelid twitched slightly; in the very first instant he knew whose hand it was.
"The God King Haotian! Isn't he still in slumber?"
As the representative of all god-level powerhouses of the Inner Royal Court, the God King Haotian's slumber was itself part of the new era.
Unless the new era drew to its close, he would not wake so easily.
And this was precisely the confidence that emboldened Wei Zhao to dare fish him out of the Inner Royal Court.
Otherwise, had the God King Haotian truly been awake, and Wei Zhao dared set his schemes upon him, he would by now long since have been a cold, dead man.