Chapter 4131 — Ling Yi Strikes
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He did not know who Wei Zhao really was, nor where he lived—but he knew at least that if he wanted to kill Wei Zhao to vent his rage, this chance today must not be wasted. Miss it, and perhaps such an opportunity would never come again.
Seeing the passersby around them dwindle to a mere few, and watching Wei Zhao ahead turn into a secluded alley, Wei Shenjin felt a surge of joy. A gift from heaven indeed, he thought, and hurried his steps to catch up, already gathering his true qi and preparing to strike.
Yet the moment he rounded the corner and saw the alley empty before him, Wei Shenjin froze. "Ghosts and goblins! Where did that creature go? How did he vanish?"
Just then a figure burst from overhead, swooping down on Wei Shenjin from the sky and giving him a violent start—and when he saw the man's face, his shock was even greater.
The thing that had appeared so suddenly was none other than the martial brute who had taken Xue Li away last time and wounded him—Ling Yi!
"Well, well! A road opens in heaven and you won't take it; the gates of hell have no door and you insist on barging in. Now let's see how you die!" Wei Shenjin was startled and delighted at once. He gave no thought to why Wei Zhao had suddenly vanished and this brute Ling Yi had appeared in his place.
He had only one thought now: kill this brute Ling Yi, and avenge the humiliation of that capsized boat in the gutter!
As a core disciple whom the Snow Sword Sect prized highly, Wei Shenjin's strength was beyond doubt, and his reflexes were far from slow. In the space of a single breath, true qi surged from every pore of his body, and the silver longsword at his back left its sheath with a ringing cry.
Within a hundred zhang all around, the temperature plummeted, and faintly it seemed snowflakes drifted down. This was the hallmark of the Snow Sword Sect's core martial arts: once one fought in earnest, snow would always attend it.
This time Wei Shenjin had learned his lesson from underestimating his foe before. So long as he used his true strength, he did not believe he could fail to kill this brute Ling Yi!
Yet his Thirty-Two Forms of the Snow Sword, which he had been so certain of, had scarcely flashed its snowy blade-light before it was mercilessly crushed by a mighty surge of true qi descending from the sky.
Strictly speaking, it was not a surge of true qi at all, but a bomb—a terrifying killing strike fusing a true qi bomb with a pill-fire bomb. Wei Zhao had been quietly condensing it ever since they left the auction hall, waiting for precisely this moment!
Boom! In an instant the earth shook and the mountains trembled. Even with Central Island's superlative protective arrays, everything within several li around was flattened without the slightest suspense, and the passersby caught in the shockwave turned pale one and all.
On Central Island, Golden Core experts were hardly rare—but a shockwave of this magnitude was by no means something any common sort could produce.
As the dust slowly settled and the nearby passersby and experts came swiftly crowding in, Wei Zhao glanced at Wei Shenjin, blasted to a state where life or death could not be told, and picked himself a spot convenient for slipping away—yet he did not simply turn and flee.
He could not yet be sure whether Wei Shenjin was thoroughly dead. If he truly had died, then all the trouble Wei Zhao had taken to wear the Thousand-Silk Mask would have been for nothing! R1152