Chapter 4820 — Signature Move
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Especially since the black qi was full of blood and evil. For a short while it might have no effect, but over time—who knew what dreadful side effects it might bring?
"Rest easy, you won't be needing daylight anymore, because you'll soon be going to see King Yan—hehehehe!" A blood-curdling voice suddenly rang out from all directions. It was none other than the Xishan great one, who had vanished without a trace.
Wei Zhao was startled. So the fellow had not fled at all—he had been hiding right beside him the whole time! But why had his divine sense not found him? Could it be that this black qi could not block divine sense, yet could produce an illusion, making his divine sense blind to the Xishan great one, who was practically right under his nose?!
"King Yan? We're not well acquainted. I'd trouble you to pass along my greetings first!" Wei Zhao kept his guard up against everything around him as he sneered, "I saw you throw away your own arm to save your skin and figured you were a clever man who knew when to advance and when to retreat. I never thought you'd have the nerve to stay behind and play ghost. Are all you evil-path cultivators so badly off in the brains department?"
"Hmph, you dog who knows not whether he lives or dies. Did you really think this old man would run?" The Xishan great one's voice was furious at once; Wei Zhao's words had clearly stung him. He ground his teeth and said, "This old man admits he underestimated you. A mere late Nascent Soul, and you drove me to this—drove me to cut off my own arm! All the better. Today this old man will open your eyes wide and show you the signature move of our Xishan Sect!"
"The signature move of the evil Xishan Sect? You mean cutting off your own arm? How impressive. Though I'm curious—just how many arms do you have? Train that a few more times and you'd have to quarter yourself!" Wei Zhao kept his guard up in secret while needling his opponent without mercy. So long as he could make the man hot-headed and furious, he would have a chance to find an opening and kill him with a single strike.
"Hehe, seems you really have never seen the world, not even knowing of our mightiest blood sacrifice. Then die with your eyes wide open!" As the Xishan great one's voice fell, the stench of blood in the black qi around them grew ever thicker and more pungent, and it even seemed on the verge of turning red. It felt as though one were mired in filth and gore—not only utterly nauseating, but every step was a struggle!
The jade pendant's warning blared out. Wei Zhao had no time to guess at what was happening; without hesitation he flashed away. But this time his movement technique was greatly impeded, barely reaching half its former speed, while the black qi that had turned to bloody filth clung to him like a maggot on the bone, impossible to shake off.
"Still thinking of running at a time like this? This old man paid the price of an arm to perform the blood sacrifice—you think you dog can still escape? There's a limit to how stupid and ignorant one can be! Hehehehe!" The Xishan great one laughed coldly.
Wei Zhao was frantic inside. This "blood sacrifice" the man spoke of sounded at once like a supremely evil and powerful technique—perhaps the very life-or-death trump card these evil cultivators kept at the bottom of their box. Even a cornered rabbit would bite, and this was a top-notch late Xuan Sheng evil cultivator besides; a man fighting for his life was truly no easy opponent.
If only he could lock onto the man's position, things would be fine. Relying on his inexhaustible true qi, Wei Zhao was not afraid to trade blows with the fellow; at worst it would be wound for wound, and he certainly would not come out the loser. (To be continued.)