Chapter 4475 — Frenzied Slaughter of a Thousand Blasts
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To cut off spiritual sense entirely—for an ordinary cultivator, that was a wildly extravagant feat. The vast majority could train their whole lives and never reach such a height; it demanded an extraordinary natural gift for spiritual sense, paired with unflagging, ceaseless cultivation, merely for a sliver of a chance at achieving it.
The crowd sighed in admiration one after another. This Wu Baoliang, who had sprung up out of nowhere, had been utterly unknown before, without so much as a shred of reputation—and yet who would have thought he was such a prodigy!
At that moment, within the black qi and frenzied sand, Wei Zhao did not simply fold his hands and await capture—that had never been his style in any case. Though spiritual sense could no longer fully perceive everything around him, Wei Zhao's own senses were keen enough, and with the jade pendant on his person, he could still detect latent danger well in advance.
The instant he was swallowed by the black qi and frenzied sand, Wei Zhao made his judgment at once: the black qi's function was, in all likelihood, to sever perception and isolate spiritual sense, and carried little threat in itself. What was truly lethal had to be the torrents of frenzied sand concealed within it, gathered into vicious currents.
So, fearsome as it looked, so long as he could evade those savage sand currents hidden in the black qi, he ought to be able to break this Frenzied Sand Thousand Blasts Fist of his opponent.
Of course, easier said than done. To actually accomplish it was as hard as climbing to the heavens, for the savage sand currents hidden in the black qi were not one or two in number but hundreds upon hundreds, and their speed was monstrous besides. To avoid them all completely while spiritual sense was obstructed—how could that be anything but daunting! Even with the jade pendant it would not avail him, for peril pressed in from front and back, from left and right alike!
But trapped as he was within the other man's black qi and frenzied sand, Wei Zhao could hardly just fold his hands and submit, still less sit down and wait for death. However slender the chance, he had to try.
Baring his full strength in the Butterfly Subtle Step, Wei Zhao's figure flickered back and forth ceaselessly beneath the shroud of black gauze, like a specter, drifting and elusive.
"Still not giving up? Then I'll play with you properly!" Wu Baoliang's signature cackling laugh rang out, grating and shrill amid the black qi and frenzied sand.
Before the words had faded, the hundreds of frenzied sand currents circling about suddenly hurtled toward Wei Zhao from every direction at once. The shriek of the sand tearing through the air grew ever sharper and more appalling, enough to set one's scalp crawling. A fainter-hearted man would not merely have been unable to dodge and weave through that black qi and frenzied sand—he would likely have been scared half to death.
Yet Wei Zhao remained calm and composed. Faced with the siege of those hundreds of savage sand currents, an ordinary man would long since have lost his head, not knowing what to do—but Wei Zhao's figure flashed and vanished among them, twisting and shifting this way and that.
The savage sand currents closed in from all sides with not a gap to be found between them, and yet Wei Zhao, relying purely on a body technique of the utmost agility, forcibly squeezed out a crevice for himself and successfully evaded the first round of the encirclement!
At that, Wu Baoliang—who had been somewhat casual about it all, intent on playing cat to a mouse—was genuinely taken aback. The Frenzied Sand Thousand Blasts Fist was his strongest trump card, his killing move; whenever he had unleashed it in the past, it had always butchered his opponent with ease, and it had never once failed him even against Nascent Soul cultivators.