Chapter 2377 — Where Is Your Boss?
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Wei Zhao sensed something was badly wrong. Piao Huotai seemed to be circulating some unknown inner art—or perhaps not an inner art at all, but rather something he had unlocked; in an instant, the skin across his entire body took on a metallic sheen.
When Wei Zhao's Furious Flame Heaven-Splitting Claw struck Piao Huotai, it was as though it had struck a block of iron. The recoil nearly crippled his hand with pain.
And that claw had spent the very last shred of strength in Wei Zhao's body, yet it had not injured Piao Huotai in the slightest. Now Wei Zhao had no way left to bar Piao Huotai's path. His head swam; the next moment he would collapse and be forced into the jade pendant's space...
But just then the door of the private room was thrown open, and Old Master Pi came charging in with Pi Zhifeng, Pi Zhitao, Wu Chengtian, and Wu Gonggao at his heels.
"Keep him..." Wei Zhao saw the five figures burst in, forced out those last three words, and felt a surge of relief as he blacked out.
Old Master Pi, Pi Zhifeng, Pi Zhitao, Wu Chengtian, and Wu Gonggao were aghast to see Wei Zhao collapse. Yet none of them moved to check his wounds; instead, all five unleashed their strongest martial techniques at once and hurled them at Piao Huotai.
"Heaven and Earth Divine Fist, Form Eleven!" Old Master Pi roared, and a divine fist of his own making shot straight at Piao Huotai.
"Heaven and Earth Divine Fist, Form One!" Pi Zhifeng, Wu Chengtian, and Wu Gonggao simultaneously unleashed the first form they had drilled to fluency over the past two days.
"Heaven and Earth Divine Fist, Form Two!" Pi Zhitao, for his part, could already execute the second form.
They opened with their strongest moves. Having seen that even Wei Zhao could not match the man and had collapsed, they naturally held nothing back—and Wei Zhao's order had been to keep this man here. How could they not give it everything?
Piao Huotai had not expected Wei Zhao's reinforcements to arrive—and five of them at that—but he felt no alarm. He did not believe ordinary cultivators could do anything to him, so he kept channeling his demonic gu-poison art, rendering his body impervious to blade and spear.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Five thunderous impacts, and Piao Huotai's fortunes turned wretched indeed. His skull was smashed open, his chest caved in, and not a single bone in his body remained intact.
"Masters of the external school's strongest attacks..." Piao Huotai realized at last that he had not died unjustly. These five who had come in after were all external-school experts—hand-refining experts at that—with fearsome attacking power, and they had combined it with martial techniques of uncanny precision. Killing him truly was no injustice.
He had cultivated demonic arts and bore gu poison in his body, but after all he had not reached great completion. As things stood, an ordinary early-to-mid Heaven-rank inner-school expert was helpless against him—but that did not mean cultivators of the external school, who trained their fists and nothing else, would be equally useless.
The inner school wounded foes with true qi; the external school wounded foes with a hard, fierce physique. The two seemed comparable in destructive power, yet inner-school true qi could not penetrate Piao Huotai's defense, while bare iron fists were another matter entirely. It was the old truth: one thing conquers another.
A single one of them arriving would have been more than he could bear—any one of them could have hurt him—let alone five at once. It was an instant kill.
Only, in the moment before death, he could not for the life of him understand: how had five hand-refining external-school experts appeared all at once?
With Piao Huotai finished, Pi Zhifeng and Pi Zhitao rushed to Wei Zhao's side. "Boss, how are you?"