Chapter 2238 — The Clever One?
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"Ah!" Sun Jingyan was about to protest—how could she possibly flee and save her own skin? But seeing the resolve in Wei Zhao's eyes, she sighed and said nothing more. Her own heart was pounding with dread; who would have thought that, after they had finally found the thing, enemies would choose this very moment to arrive!
"So it really is you!" A deafening laugh rang out, grating on the ears of all who heard it. "You two have kept this old man waiting far too long—over ten years! I have stood guard here, waiting day after day, watching night after night, counting the stars and counting the moon, and at last I am not disappointed. In the end, someone has still appeared here!"
"Who are you?" Wei Zhao's cold gaze swept toward the source of the voice. No good visitor comes bearing good intent. Earlier, Wei Zhao had detected no one else on this mountain, which left only two possibilities: either this person had just arrived, or his strength far surpassed Wei Zhao's and he was skilled at concealing it—moreover, until Wei Zhao had found the thing, he had given off not the slightest trace of hostility.
If it were the second case, then this enemy before him would be a truly terrifying foe. But Wei Zhao also knew that the second possibility was far more likely than the first.
"Who I am is none of your concern." The newcomer's figure drifted over lightly and soon appeared ten zhang before Wei Zhao and Sun Jingyan. He wore a black Eight Trigrams robe, his attire as bizarre as could be, and he appeared to be around forty years old. From the aura radiating from every inch of him, Wei Zhao could discern his strength as well.
An early-stage Heaven-rank expert!
Yet though he was only an early-stage Heaven-rank expert, Wei Zhao could clearly sense that he differed from the early-stage Heaven-rank experts of those hidden clans. Compared with this early-stage Heaven-rank expert before him, the early-stage Heaven-rank experts of the hidden clans were simply pathetic.
Their rank was the same, but their momentum, their aura, the pressure emanating from every fiber of their being—utterly different!
This man was a formidable adversary!
Such a situation did not puzzle Wei Zhao in the least. Most of the Heaven-rank experts in the hidden clans had forced their advancement by consuming pills or rare natural treasures; those who had genuinely broken through by their own exploration were exceedingly few. This man before him, however, had absolutely broken through to Heaven-rank by his own strength.
It was like the difference between Wei Zhao and experts of the same rank. Wei Zhao could kill an Eighth Protector of the same rank in a single strike, yet that Eighth Protector could never do the same to Wei Zhao—the principle was the same.
"What power do you represent?" Wei Zhao asked indifferently. "Was it you people who wiped out the ancient sect on this mountain?"
If Wei Zhao's conjecture was correct, then he could roughly determine the identity of this early-stage Heaven-rank expert in the Eight Trigrams robe.
"Clever of you." The early-stage Heaven-rank expert in the Eight Trigrams robe spoke flatly. He was the Grand Protector of the Tarkan clan—and whether it was this identity or his true one, he would tell Wei Zhao nothing. Even though, in his eyes, Wei Zhao was already a dead man walking, he still could not casually speak of matters concerning that place...
"But clever people, many of them die young." The Grand Protector did not answer Wei Zhao's question. Instead he said, "Hand over all the fine things on your person, and I will leave you a whole corpse."