Chapter 4594 — So It Was a Xuan Sheng After All!
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"My words are law?" Wei Zhao's mouth twisted despite himself. He still wore the look of one regarding an idiot as he frowned slightly and said, "Your Excellency can't really be an idiot, can you? If your words truly were law, then the moment you said the word 'die' just now, I would already be dead—yet here I am, still alive. I must ask, how did you come by this early Xuan Sheng strength? Has cultivation in this day and age really stopped requiring intelligence?"
At this the burly man's face actually flushed—a rare sight, and one visible even through his sunglasses. That talk of his words being law was nothing but his own boasting. An early Xuan Sheng cultivation was still at least a hundred and eight thousand li away from true words-as-law.
"Sharp tongue! Good—very good. I've changed my mind now. I've decided not to throw you into the sea to feed the beasts. Instead I'll beat you into a cripple, string you up with rope, and drag you through the sea as bait. What do you think of that plan?" The burly man, stung into fury, snarled with a hideous face.
"Passable, I suppose. But I doubt the sea beasts would care for this flesh of mine. They'd surely prefer something with more of the stench of blood about it. On that count, Your Excellency seems the better fit." Wei Zhao smiled faintly.
"I..." The burly man hopped and stamped with rage, choked speechless for a long while. Only now did he finally grasp one thing: if it came to a contest of words, ten of him put together would likely still lose to this sharp-tongued brat.
"What? Does Your Excellency find it reasonable too?" Wei Zhao stood there with his arms folded, watching him with a half-smile. In the past he probably would have had no patience to waste words on a robber like this—even one at the early Xuan Sheng stage. But now his mood was excellent, and this was the first living soul he had seen in more than half a year, so he found himself with a few more thoughts of sport.
Being watched with such mockery, the burly man's fury shot to the heavens, and he lost all his earlier inclination to toy with a mouse. Killing intent rose off him as he said, "I've seen plenty of folk who don't know death when they see it, but never one as blind as you! Boy, let me give you a piece of advice: a sharp tongue is of no use—it will only make your death more wretched. Remember that in your next life!"
With that, the burly man gave Wei Zhao no chance to speak. He suddenly drew from behind him a long staff, black as ink from end to end, and with a great roar brought it crashing down toward Wei Zhao's head from afar.
His staff was a full zhang and two in length, while the distance between them was at least ten zhang—by any reckoning it could not possibly reach Wei Zhao. Yet when the staff fell, it whooshed with vigor and became a vast, sky-covering host of ferocious staff-shadows, the dreadful killing intent within enough to change the very countenance of heaven and earth!
Even the clouds drifting nearby were in an instant transformed into hideous, terrifying black clouds!
...R640