Chapter 4513 — Into the Sea
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His soul-snaring hand was a spirit-sense art of exquisite refinement and profundity. Once he caught a moment when his target's mind slipped, he would slip in through the gap—and then let alone a mere Golden Core expert, even a Nascent Soul or an Arcane Ascension cultivator would have no choice but to lie still beneath his blade!
This was not something that could be withstood by sheer force of will alone; one needed the corresponding spirit-sense techniques, or all was futile.
Wei Zhao's earlier performance had indeed been astonishing—the top-grade bomb in particular had given even the Xishan Old Sect a start—but a man's level was a man's level. If anyone had told the Xishan Old Sect that Wei Zhao could already employ spirit-sense techniques, he would sooner have beaten them to death than believe it.
And so it was. As matters stood, Wei Zhao's grasp of spirit sense extended only to the most basic spirit-sense perception. To speak of exquisite, profound spirit-sense arts was absurd; he could not even command some of the most elementary small tricks.
What a pity—the Xishan Old Sect had guessed only the first point right, and would never guess the second. He would likely never know in this life that another entity was hidden within Wei Zhao's body: this thing was a grandmaster of the primordial spirit, and its attainment and mastery in matters of spirit sense far surpassed his own...
True, the infernal creature was still in a broken primordial-spirit state, and a frontal confrontation with the Xishan Old Sect was hardly realistic. But if all that was needed was to save Wei Zhao, it was as easy as turning over his hand.
"Still has strength left to resist? Heh heh, a rare genius indeed—a born ace puppet!" The Xishan Old Sect had not yet grasped the situation and assumed Wei Zhao was merely straining to hold on by his own willpower. Rather than alarm, it felt delight, and at once increased the power of its soul-snaring hand.
Wei Zhao, who had just been jolted awake by the infernal creature's shout, had no time to collect himself before he began to totter once more. He felt an incomparable suction force bearing down upon the crown of his head, frantically tugging at his soul and spirit sense, as though it would not rest until he was dead.
"Hmph, a third-rate crooked art dares to show itself before me!" The infernal creature gave another cold snort, and by some means unknown, the invisible soul-snaring hand the Xishan Old Sect had clamped over Wei Zhao's head was in an instant shattered to pieces by a mysterious force. The Xishan Old Sect staggered, and with a retch spat out a mouthful of fresh blood—shaken into internal injury outright!
The Xishan Old Sect was stunned senseless. It was a heretic-cultivator titan comparable to a Mountain-Opening expert—and now it had been wounded in return by a mere Golden Core cultivator! When in all the world had such an outrageous thing ever happened...
Its earlier failure to save Cheng Haonan in time could be chalked up to taking a silent loss from Wei Zhao while caught off guard. But now it had genuinely suffered internal injury—and that was no simple silent loss.
Though the injury was not severe, the Xishan Old Sect's expression visibly turned far more grave. As a heretic-cultivator titan whose very name made men pale, it could not possibly fail to understand that a cautious ship sails ten thousand years—otherwise it would never have lived to this day. It would not go so far as to feel dread of Wei Zhao on this account, but at the very least it would no longer act as offhandedly as before.
At the same moment the Xishan Old Sect was shaken and wounded by the backlash from the infernal creature, Wei Zhao seized the chance to break free of the soul-snaring hand's sucking entanglement and finally regained his clarity, breaking out at once in a cold sweat. Had the infernal creature not come to his aid, this time he truly would have died with no place to be buried.