Chapter 4822 — Morning Star City
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Boom! A great explosion erupted within the bloody black qi, and the ground around Morning Star City trembled with it. Then a figure burst out from the bloody black qi, somewhat bedraggled, and without a moment's pause charged into Morning Star City.
"Thank goodness I'd stored up a true qi bomb in advance—otherwise this would truly have been a matter of life and death." Wei Zhao glanced back, still shaken. By now a crowd had gathered to watch, and the bloody black qi had dissipated into thin air; the Xishan great one was nowhere to be seen. Evidently he had seen the situation turn against him and fled.
Meanwhile, among the crowd outside the city, a one-armed man had appeared at some point—and it was none other than the Xishan great one.
"That wretched cur! To think he'd be so foul and cunning!" The Xishan great one watched Wei Zhao enter Morning Star City from afar, grinding his teeth in fury.
In theory, the Blood Sacrifice Domain could convert an enemy's attacking true qi into his own use; that was why he had been able to hold out so long before. In truth, the more Wei Zhao attacked, the longer he could sustain the Blood Sacrifice Domain.
But this time was different. The force of the true qi bomb had directly exceeded what his Blood Sacrifice Domain could withstand. Not only did it scatter the domain into nothing, but the Xishan great one himself suffered no small backlash!
"No—I absolutely cannot let him escape so easily. This old man will stake everything!" The Xishan great one gritted his teeth and, steeling himself, strode toward Morning Star City.
Under ordinary circumstances he would not dare enter an academy main city like this. Yet it was not entirely impossible—so long as the city was not under martial law with everyone subject to close inspection, he could slip in without much trouble as long as he kept a low profile.
Of course, low profile or not, the Xishan great one would never dare make a move inside the city. Never mind killing in the open—if he so much as let slip the faintest trace of devil-cultivator aura, he would have no burial ground left to die in. Those righteous cultivators might not dare meddle in others' affairs out in the wilds, but inside Morning Star City it was different—after all, there was strength in numbers.
The Xishan great one followed at a distance, and when he saw Wei Zhao take lodging in a large inn, he hurriedly turned a corner and squatted down in a cramped nook, keeping watch on the inn while sighing in gloomy frustration.
He had lost an arm and suffered the backlash of his blood sacrifice; he dreamed of nothing but finding somewhere to rest and recover properly. But as a devil cultivator, how would he dare follow Wei Zhao into a grand inn in a main city like this? Inspections in such places were far stricter than outside; a devil cultivator could never hide from them.
Wei Zhao was another matter entirely. He was a bona fide disciple of the Threefold Pavilion of the Northern Isle, and he carried an identity token, so registering for lodgings was no trouble at all. Of course, such a place was certainly not cheap—but when had Wei Zhao ever been short on spirit jade?
"That trash of a devil cultivator is still following. Who'd have thought the creature was not only quite capable but had a fair bit of perseverance too," the ghost thing remarked in teasing reminder.
"I know. From the look of him he won't dare make a move in the city, so I'll leave him be for now and deal with him when I get the chance." Wei Zhao sprawled comfortably on the bed with his arms and legs spread wide. The flight had truly worn him out; even with an endless supply of true qi, the sheer mental strain was no easy thing to bear.