Chapter 4385 — A Misunderstanding!
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The two men before him—one masked in black, the other sinister in form and spirit—shared one thing in common: the aura of both was unfathomably deep, beyond the measure of Wei Zhao's golden finger. In other words, both were at least Nascent Soul adepts.
And yet Wei Zhao had seen plenty of Nascent Soul adepts; barring existences like those of the Heavenly Dao, none of them imposed much pressure on him. These two before him, however, set the true qi within his body stirring restlessly of its own accord—something he had never once experienced. Clearly these two were no ordinary matter!
"Who goes there? How dare you trespass into the guild's forbidden ground! Ma Tianlang, seize him for me!" The man in black issued the order without another word, and the sinister-looking man beside him, Ma Tianlang, flashed a killing intent in his eyes and erupted into motion.
The moment Ma Tianlang struck, a storm surged in Wei Zhao's heart. He had already sensed these two were no ordinary matter, and now that his opponent had unleashed his full field of force, the truth stood revealed: a top-tier adept of the Mystic Ascension stage!
Even at East Continent's Dawnstar Academy, Mystic Ascension adepts were existences of the trinity-head caliber. Just what kind of power was this Central Merchant Guild, that one could casually run into such monsters here—and more to the point, this Ma Tianlang appeared to be merely the black-clad man's subordinate!
With Wei Zhao's present cultivation at the mid Golden Core stage, had his opponents been merely Nascent Soul adepts—even two late-stage Nascent Souls—he might still have had a fighting chance by unleashing his trump-card killing move. He could not have slain them both, but at least escaping in the chaos would have posed little difficulty.
But now, before him stood top-tier Mystic Ascension adepts, a full two great realms above him. How was he to contend with that?
Not even Wei Zhao, for all his heaven-defying talent, could pit a mere mid-stage Golden Core against such an outrageously powerful Mystic Ascension titan. Otherwise the only outcome was this: he would not even have time to react before being crushed on the spot.
"A misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! I'm only a guest—" Wei Zhao cried out in desperate inspiration. Fighting was out of the question now; all he could do was use this to lower their guard a little and seize whatever opening came.
"A guest?" Ma Tianlang looked Wei Zhao up and down, saw that his face was indeed unfamiliar, and noted that no clerk stood watch at the third-floor stairway. He was half convinced—yet still he sneered, "Misunderstanding, my foot! You've trespassed in this place; don't imagine you'll be leaving!"
With that, Ma Tianlang's form drifted—by what movement technique, none could tell—and in the blink of an eye he was behind Wei Zhao, one hand clamped on his right shoulder.
Feeling the near-tangible baleful qi in that grip, even Wei Zhao broke into a cold sweat. The man had scarcely exerted any force, and already the true qi in his body could hardly circulate. Unable to muster his true qi, he was no different from an ordinary man, fit only to be slaughtered at will. The gulf between their strength was simply too vast—truly, he had not the slightest power to resist.
Still, Wei Zhao counted himself somewhat fortunate. Thank goodness he had spoken those words; his captor had merely restrained him rather than striking to kill outright. Otherwise, he would already be a corpse by now. (To be continued...)