Chapter 3429 — A Bolt from the Blue
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Yet even wounded as he was, Wei Zhao did not dare underestimate him—for Wei Zhao right now had physical strength and true qi pitifully drained. After observing that this thing before him now had only the strength of a mid-Heaven-Rank expert left, Wei Zhao's heart settled greatly. He ordered Little Wind, "After him!"
"Roar—roar—roar!" Little Wind answered and carried Wei Zhao racing toward Number Seven. In truth, given Number Seven's remaining strength, Wei Zhao could have ended his life with the ninth or even eighth stance of the Wildfire Eight-Trigram Palm. But Wei Zhao did not do so; instead, with careful caution, he unleashed the tenth stance.
Sure enough, seeing Wei Zhao come at him again, Number Seven tensed at once. He no longer dared be careless—survival was what mattered now—and hastily circulated his heart-method mantra to shield his body. He could not understand how Wei Zhao's martial art could have dealt him such grievous harm. Could it be because he had been caught off guard while electrocuted?
"Wildfire Eight-Trigram Palm, tenth stance!" Wei Zhao brought his palm down on Number Seven's chest.
Number Seven could not flee, for Wei Zhao's mount was simply too fast, and wounded as he was, how could he dodge? He could only pour all his true qi into guarding his body, but the result was regrettable—with a resounding "boom," Number Seven was sent flying by Wei Zhao and slain in a single blow.
In death, he finally understood one thing: how formidable the union of man and beast truly was. But it was too late. In truth, Wei Zhao's "union of man and beast" was no union of man and beast at all—it was merely a trick to fool them.
Though Fire Wolf War Gods Number Five, Six, and Eight were locked with Song Lingwei, Song Xianghua, and Little One in a fight too close to call, a matter as great as Number Seven's death still drew a hurried glance from them, and their hearts filled with dread.
No wonder Wei Zhao, a mere mid-Heaven-Rank expert, had dared to make such boasts—now it seemed the man truly had the skill to back it up. On their side, they were still trading probing blows, while over there Wei Zhao had already finished his fight, and Little Seven was dead.
"Senior Ghost, is Little Seven's corpse of any use? Could it be made into a puppet clone?" Wei Zhao could not resist asking the ghost thing in the jade pendant space. But the ghost thing was dormant and paid him no heed, and he dared not disturb Little One either, so he could only wait and see.
Having unleashed the eleventh and tenth stances of the Wildfire Eight-Trigram Palm in succession, Wei Zhao's physical strength and true qi were utterly spent. He had to rest and recover now.
"Little Wind, if anyone attacks or ambushes me in a bit, you run!" Wei Zhao whispered to Little Wind.
"Roar—roar—roar!" Little Wind also gave three soft roars to show it understood.
Wei Zhao nodded. There on Little Wind's back, he swiftly began circulating his heart-method mantra, rapidly recovering his physical strength and true qi (The School Beauty is about to resume two updates: for now, five days a week with two updates, two days with one! Once the Cloud-Rank Island arc begins, fully back to two or three updates! Please support Yunhai Shuku's new book, and cast your monthly votes for *The Top Cultivation Young Master*—thank you!).