Chapter 4518 — Either Get Lost or Die
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
This was, after all, the territory of the spirit beast clan, and the Xishan Old Sect had not wanted to raise such a commotion. A strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake; if he truly provoked the spirit beast clan, he would have to swallow the consequences. But to find Wei Zhao, he had already thrown caution to the winds. Even if it cost him the chance to refine his ace puppet, he could not simply let Wei Zhao escape so easily.
Wei Zhao was greatly alarmed. At this rate he would inevitably be discovered by the Xishan Old Sect again, and when that time came, he would truly die without even knowing how.
This was the gap in strength! Even with swamp mud to block the locking of divine consciousness, even with a wondrous movement art like the Super Butterfly Microstep, he still found it hard to escape the Xishan Old Sect's pursuit. This kind of helplessness and despair was enough to crush anyone's will.
Yet beneath that tremendous pressure, what rose in Wei Zhao's heart was an extreme craving for power. At this very moment, there was only one thing on his mind: to grow stronger, to become even stronger!
If he were not at the peak of the mid Golden Core stage but at the peak of the mid Nascent Soul stage, then escaping would be no difficult matter at all. And if he went further still and became peak mid Mystic Ascension, then never mind protecting himself—he would likely have strength to spare to turn and kill this Xishan Old Sect. Why would he need to flee in such wretchedness?
In the end, set before these top-tier experts, Wei Zhao's current strength was still far from enough to matter.
Of course, all that was for later. If he could not survive this pass, all such fixations would be for nothing. If he could not even keep his life, what blasted use were fixations?
Wei Zhao was on the verge of being discovered by the Xishan Old Sect when, at that very moment, a vast and refined wave of divine consciousness abruptly surged out from him—not the usual circular dispersion, but a straight line that instantly connected to the Xishan Old Sect. A profound, unfathomable voice then rang out from the depths of his soul.
"What evil specter dares trespass upon the territory of my South Continent, seeking to start a war with my spirit beast clan?" The ghostly thing's voice was nothing like its usual casual tone; it carried an incomparable, terrifying pressure, every inch the domineering air of a top-tier elder.
Suddenly locked onto by such a powerful divine consciousness, the Xishan Old Sect, still in the throes of his furious rampage, was startled half out of his wits. Provoking a top existence of the spirit beast clan was the worst thing he had imagined; even a giant of the evil path like himself did not dare openly challenge the spirit beast clan—especially not here, in their very stronghold.
"I am the Xishan Old Sect. I beg your pardon for this rude intrusion. This sect has no intention of offending the spirit beast clan; I came only to hunt down a human cultivator who slew my personal disciple. I ask that you grant me some convenience." The Xishan Old Sect dared wreak havoc no longer and at once replied with courtesy.
From first to last, the Xishan Old Sect had not doubted the other's strength in the slightest. After all, the other's divine consciousness was even more refined and powerful than his own, so his strength could well be imagined. A giant of the evil path was still, in the end, only human; he would not dare rashly provoke such a horrifying, fearsome existence—and this was the spirit beast clan's territory.
"Either get lost or die!" The ghostly thing's tone grew ever more domineering and unyielding, as though he did not regard this giant of the evil path at the Mountain-Opening stage as worth a glance.