Chapter 4595 — Annihilating the Mystic Ascendant
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And in that moment, Wei Zhao and the spirit bird, caught beneath that canopy of staff-shadows, were like a lone skiff upon a raging sea, tossed and battered, liable at any instant to be overwhelmed; let one of those staff-shadows so much as graze them, and their doom would be sealed beyond all recovery.
"No wonder they call you a first-rate Mystic Ascendant novice—you really are no simpleton!" At the sight, Wei Zhao smiled without the slightest haste, not a trace of tension in him; instead he seemed abruptly to come alive with excitement, a rare brilliance kindling in his eyes, his lust for battle surging high.
Facing the ferocious, howling torrent of staff-shadows that came sweeping down from every quarter of the sky, Wei Zhao's killing intent abruptly hardened. His right hand curled into the shape of a dragon's claw, and from each fingertip surged a single-hued thread of true qi—five threads gathering swiftly in his palm, taking shape amid a soundless dragon's roar that seemed to rise from the deep places of the world: the Five Elements Killing Qi soaring heavenward against all fate!
"Ha! You talk so big I took you for a man of some substance—and it turns out you're nothing but a peak early-Nascent Soul weakling. A mere firefly's glow, daring to vie with the sun and moon?" The curly-bearded giant roared with laughter at the sight. Earlier, when Wei Zhao had concealed his strength, the man had felt a lingering uncertainty; now that he had seen through Wei Zhao's true measure, his last scruple vanished entirely.
A peak early-Nascent Soul cultivator could not be called weak—but that depended on whom one compared him to. In some ordinary backwater he would of course be an overlord in his own right. Before a Mystic Ascendant such as himself, however, he was at best a fart. The two were separated by nearly an entire great cultivation realm, and so vast a gulf had long since written the ending in stone.
What struck him as even more ridiculous was that the boy plainly knew the disparity in strength, yet instead of looking for a chance to flee, he had to go bullheaded and meet him head-on in open battle. The lad's brain was simply beyond saving!
The curly-bearded giant laughed uproariously. Sharp-tongued folk were generally short on real wisdom, and that saying was plainly no lie—so at least it seemed to him. In his view, even if the boy had chosen to flee, that would have been no less stupid: his own Ghost-Eyed Golden Eagle was far swifter than that trash spirit bird of theirs. How could they possibly escape?
"Die with a peaceful heart—Ten Thousand Staffs Shatter!" The curly-bearded giant let out a heaven-shaking bellow, and in an instant that vast, black, sky-covering expanse of staff-shadows drew together into a single point, becoming one solid, heaven-piercing cudgel of baleful force that came crashing down upon his head. Each individual staff-shadow had carried a thousand catties of force; this heaven-piercing cudgel, into which countless shadows had been gathered—how much greater than ten million catties was its power?
"Heh. You'd best keep those words for yourself." Wei Zhao smiled faintly. Though shrouded beneath Ten Thousand Staffs Shatter, he remained unmoved as Mount Tai collapsing before him. The man's martial skill was indeed formidable—but he would never believe that the Five Elements Killing Qi he had gleaned from the Five Venoms Flood Dragon would lose!
Even as he spoke, the Five Elements Killing Qi that had risen against heaven transformed into a flood dragon with fangs bared and claws spread, meeting that heaven-piercing cudgel of baleful force head-on. For a thousand li around, ghosts wailed and wolves howled, and the very wind and clouds changed color.