Chapter 2790 — On the Road to the Trial
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"What? No way. Really? That strong? As expected of the number one demonic sect!" another exclaimed in astonishment. "Is the man called Zhang Naipao? But I heard he's not all that impressive—at the Ice Palace trial, he was beaten into a cripple!"
"Shh—the walls have ears. Don't let word of this reach Zhang Naipao and bring trouble down on us!" the first man said hastily. "Never mind whether the rumors from the Ice Palace trial are true. Even if they are, the affairs of the strong are not for the likes of us drifters who muddle along for experience to comprehend."
"Damn, you're an early Heaven Rank expert yourself!" The other man started; he had not expected his companion to be so timid. "And that Zhang Naipao—I heard he's only at the peak of late Earth Rank. There's still a big gap between him and you!"
"That's true enough. But Zhang Naipao's mental technique and oral formula are deeply sinister, and his martial skills are just as sinister. He's hailed as the foremost man below mid Heaven Rank—they say he's more than a match even for mid Heaven Rank experts. And I'm only early Heaven Rank!" The man smiled indifferently, not in the least embarrassed.
"Fine, truly formidable. But I wonder—at the Ice Palace trial, will that legendary Feng Nitian of the ancient Feng family, the one said to rival Zhang Naipao, be coming back this time? Will those two clash again?" the other said expectantly. "By the way, brother, your surname is Feng too, isn't it? Do you know the ancient Feng family?"
"Tha—let's not talk about that..." The first man shook his head. He was about to say something more when he suddenly said, "Someone's coming."
It gave him a convenient excuse to drop the subject.
In truth, Wei Zhao had heard everything they said. Though the man coming downstairs was an early Heaven Rank expert, he was plainly inexperienced and knew nothing of caution—he had talked for ages before thinking to guard his tongue. Had Zhang Naipao truly overheard, it would already have been too late.
Wei Zhao had no interest in carrying tales to Zhang Naipao, of course; he was merely puzzled. What strange new martial art had Zhang Naipao mastered this time, to have become the foremost man below mid Heaven Rank?
Was that not roughly on par with himself? Wei Zhao could not help shaking his head. Zhang Naipao truly was a ghost that would not stay buried—no sooner had Zhong Yongliang departed than he appeared. He and they were old adversaries indeed.
Zhao Qilei's expression, however, shifted, and he shot Wei Zhao a worried glance. He himself had no quarrel with Zhang Naipao—he had turned coat from Feng Nitian's side—so he did not fear Zhang Naipao's vengeance. But Wei Zhao had beaten Zhang Naipao into a wreck last time. Would Zhang Naipao let the matter rest this time?
Seeing that Wei Zhao wore no particular expression, as though he had not taken the pair's conversation to heart at all, Zhao Qilei relaxed—and then it occurred to him: was Wei Zhao not now the foremost man below mid Heaven Rank as well? He could kill mid Heaven Rank experts in an instant. He should be about as formidable as Zhang Naipao, surely?