Chapter 3836 — The True Qi Bomb Returns!
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"Without the crowd to cover me, running away like this really doesn't work after all." Wei Zhao glanced back at Nan Tianyong, now almost at his heels, and could not help but frown slightly.
He had expected this outcome, yet when he truly felt the sheer disparity between them, a sense of helplessness still rose in his heart. If he had not prepared his killer move in advance at the Hong Trading Company, then with his current strength it would have been utterly impossible to escape from under the nose of a peak late-Foundation Establishment expert.
In the blink of an eye, Nan Tianyong had closed to within a single zhang of Wei Zhao's back—a distance from which no one could escape his attack, not even an expert of the same level, let alone this ant of a weakling before him!
"Hahaha! Run, keep running! If a lowly ant like you can escape from the palm of this lord, I'll twist off my own head and give it to you as a chamber pot!" Nan Tianyong threw his head back and laughed wildly. Without any buildup of force, he reached out to crush Wei Zhao with a single palm strike.
A killing intent swiftly descended over Wei Zhao's head. Though Nan Tianyong's palm carried no martial technique whatsoever, in terms of raw destructive power alone it surpassed even Yu Jiang's Twenty-Four Forms of the Life-Reaping Chain Sword.
More critically, it was not bound by the various limitations of a martial technique; it could shift and adapt however he wished, striking and withdrawing at will—impossible to guard against.
Crude and simple as he was, Nan Tianyong was, after all, a seasoned expert. He knew that when the gap in cultivation was wide enough, the best way to toy with an inferior was not some mighty martial technique, but plain, simple fists and feet—flawless, infuriating, leaving the victim not even knowing which way to flee.
Yet to his surprise, facing the killing intent shrouding his head, Wei Zhao seemed utterly unaware of it. Instead, he turned his head leisurely toward Nan Tianyong and curled his lip. "A chamber pot? My sincere apologies—your head is really not much to look at. I doubt I could bring myself to use it, and I fear I'd be unable to piss at all!"
"My God!" Nan Tianyong trembled all over with rage and immediately moved to crush Wei Zhao with a palm. "Sharp-tongued little bastard. Go to hell!"
"Is that so?" Hearing this, Wei Zhao did not flee. Instead he halted and said with a half-smile, "How about we make a bet and see who dies first? Come, come—let's show Senior Nan something amusing, shall we?"
"Hm?" Nan Tianyong was briefly taken aback, and his hand paused. Then he saw Wei Zhao, neither dodging nor evading, turn and strike a palm straight back at him. At this he gave a cold laugh. "Fool who overestimates himself—what use is the killing power of an ant like you against this lord?"
Yet before the words had faded, the next instant Nan Tianyong suddenly felt an inexplicable, horrifying shudder rise from the depths of his heart. Only then did he realize that Wei Zhao was not striking at him at all—his hand seemed to be cupping something in the air.
And that thing seemed to have condensed endless true qi; the mysterious menace it concealed made even him, a peak late-Foundation Establishment expert, feel an involuntary terror!
Only at this moment did Nan Tianyong suddenly understand why his disciple Yu Jiang had voluntarily given way to the man earlier. After all, if one spoke of hatred, Yu Jiang and this Lin Er were locked in a fight to the death—far more so than himself, a master dragged in only incidentally.
If even he felt such inexplicable palpitations before this dangerous thing, how could Yu Jiang possibly not fear it?
Humiliating as it was, Nan Tianyong now instinctively wanted to withdraw. He did not know what trick Wei Zhao was playing, but the instinct for danger never lied. If he were to get himself killed chasing a mere peak early-Foundation Establishment ant, that would be far too poor a bargain!