Chapter 4265 — The Conflict Erupts
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
What he did not realize was that while flight was the only option in the eyes of ordinary people, in Wei Zhao's eyes the only option that offered any chance of survival at this moment was to meet the foe head-on!
As for the infant ginseng they had worked so hard to obtain, Wei Zhao would never hand it over just like that. This was no ordinary natural treasure, after all, but a truly priceless thing with no market price—a supreme treasure that no amount of spirit jade could buy, one simply not to be found on the open market.
This was the key to him and Huang Xiaotao making their breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage in the days to come—how could he possibly hand it over?
Though the two of them could not use it just yet, the day would surely come when they would. If they gave it away now, they might well forfeit any chance at the Ginseng-Condensing Golden Core for the rest of their lives—and that would be a grief too bitter for tears.
So for this gray-robed man, Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao had only one course of action: to fight for their lives without mercy. After all, with the might of their Frenzied Fire Eight-Trigram Combined Palm, even against a Nascent Soul cultivator, it was not as though they had no power to fight!
Seeing the two of them charge at him in frenzy, the gray-robed man flew into a rage. From beginning to end, he had never taken these two little ants seriously. Facing their Frenzied Fire Eight-Trigram Combined Palm, he neither dodged nor flinched; unhurriedly he raised both hands and sent out two palms of his own.
"Hmph! You dare trade palms with me? Then let me send you to your deaths with your eyes open!" The gray-robed man gave a confident snort. Apart from speed, the martial art he excelled in most was palm techniques!
The Yuan-Shattering Palm—this was the palm technique he had painstakingly studied from the very day he first set foot on the path of cultivation. It could well be called the innate martial art he was proudest of, its destructive power enough to strike terror into anyone who heard of it.
When the Yuan-Shattering Palm was cultivated to its higher reaches—especially now that he had reached the Nascent Soul stage—it could not only shatter the physical body but also carry a divine sense attack, powerful enough to crush the opponent's primordial spirit. This was the origin of the name Yuan-Shattering Palm.
Wounds to the body are easy to heal; wounds to the primordial spirit are not. One blow of the Yuan-Shattering Palm, and even if the opponent survived by some stroke of luck, the grave damage to their primordial spirit would consign them to eternal ruin, trapped in an abyss of suffering and torment, never to rise again.
A martial art so treacherous would give even a fellow Nascent Soul cultivator a splitting headache, let alone two ants of the early Foundation Establishment stage. Not to speak of a direct hit—if they so much as grazed the faintest wisp of its residual force, death was certain.
Bang! Four palms clashed, and a thunderous explosion burst out of nowhere across the silent Lu Feng Forest, whipping up a towering wave of qi. Within a radius of several li, every blade of grass and every tree—including ancient towering trees dozens of zhang tall—was uprooted in the blink of an eye and swept into the surging wave of qi. The spectacle was truly jaw-dropping.
At the heart of the qi wave, Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao both staggered back several steps after the palm exchange, losing their footing and tumbling to the ground. The gray-robed man fared no better—he too was forced back more than a few steps.
This time, when the gray-robed man turned his gaze back to Wei Zhao and the other, he could no longer conceal the shock in his eyes, and for a moment he was stricken with doubt and alarm.