Chapter 4369 — Then Go
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In the next instant, the mountain-like phantom behind her came crashing down out of thin air. The skilled retainer's true qi was frozen solid within his body; far from resisting, he could not even manage to dodge. The phantom ground him straight into the floor, leaving nothing behind but a pool of brilliant crimson sludge.
A dead silence fell over the hall. Everyone looked at Wang Xinyan as though she were some kind of monster. Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao had also joined forces to kill a skilled retainer in an instant, but at least the crowd had been able to see how they struck. With Wang Xinyan, they had not caught a single movement from beginning to end.
What kind of technique was that? They had only seen her press her palms together and softly utter four words—and then the skilled retainer had simply turned into a pool of bloody sludge!
Even a crafty old fox like Wei Zhaotong felt his heart quail at such an astonishing sight. The two of them, Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao, killing a skilled retainer together in a blink had already shaken him badly enough. He had never imagined that this Wang Xinyan would be even more terrifying—he had not seen so much as how she made her move from first to last.
He remembered how, back at the Qingtian Escort Agency, the East Sea Divine Nun had killed Cheng Qitian with a single glance. Now, in a different place, Wang Xinyan had again spoken one airy phrase and left a skilled retainer neither living nor dead. Wei Zhaotong could not help but wonder, damn it all—were this master and disciple even human?
"Impressive!" Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao were startled by the sight as well, and sighed inwardly in admiration.
"Not bad—I didn't disgrace my master," Wang Xinyan said, sticking out her tongue cutely. The Mountain-Sea Seal was the East Sea Divine Nun's signature martial art and the one she had devoted herself to cultivating for the past year. If she could not even deal with a mere Nascent Soul-stage skilled retainer, that truly would have been an outrage against heaven.
The hall was dead silent. Everyone exchanged glances, their gazes toward Wei Zhao and the two women filled with awe. And Wei Zhaotong, so confident only moments before, now stood with his mouth hanging open, unable to speak for a long while.
"Three Nascent Soul-stage experts, was it?" Wei Zhao smiled faintly. He walked forward as though no one else were present and patted Wei Zhaotong on the shoulder. "Now you're the only one left, Steward Wei. Tell me—how do you think I ought to deal with you?"
"You... you..." Faced with Wei Zhao's mockery at such close quarters, Wei Zhaotong could only retreat again and again. Even knowing full well that the other man was only a mid Gold Core-stage expert, he did not dare make a move. After all, the strength those three had displayed in that single instant had been far too horrifying.
If he took advantage of the moment when their guard was down, with the distance between them so short—if he could seize Ling Yi as a hostage, that would be the best solution available to him right now.
Yet in the end, Wei Zhaotong did not let his head overheat. He was no fool, after all. What had just happened made it abundantly clear that these three could not be measured by any ordinary standard. It looked like a fine opportunity on the surface, but if he acted rashly, there was a ninety-nine percent chance he would die a very ugly death.
"What about us? Matters have come to this—does Steward Wei still intend to resist to the bitter end? The worm won't die until it sees the Yellow River. I don't think you're that foolish, Steward Wei." Wei Zhao sneered.
In a single exchange they had finished off two skilled retainers. The three of them had now thoroughly cowed everyone in the Weihu branch guild, high and low, and had the situation entirely under control. If he wanted to kill Wei Zhaotong, he could do it right now.