Chapter 4883 — The Lost Soul
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
After all, Wei Zhao possessed a lightning-attribute spiritual root. Ordinary lightning strikes were not merely harmless to him—they were a rare replenishment, capable of making his own thunder power stronger. Only when the force exceeded what he could withstand would it inflict true lightning damage, and even then the harm would be greatly reduced.
So for others, assaulting the Xuan Sheng stage without a Thunder Mystic Pill to shield the body was a dance with death; for Wei Zhao, it could not be said to have no effect at all, but at most it was a minor nuisance—a slight disturbance as he condensed his spiritual root.
Without that profound self-assurance, Wei Zhao would never have gambled with his own life, however much he pitied Qin Chan. His compassion did not run so hopelessly wild as that.
Seated upright within the lightning tribulation node, Wei Zhao drew a long, deep breath, closed his eyes to regulate his state, and formally began his assault on the Xuan Sheng stage!
The crowd still watching exchanged looks at the sight. They had believed Wang Dianxing's words and taken Wei Zhao for a mid Xuan Sheng expert—but what business would a mid Xuan Sheng expert have running into a lightning tribulation node?
Could this fellow not be a mid Xuan Sheng expert after all? The doubt had barely formed in their minds when they saw Wei Zhao within the node begin circulating his mental cultivation method with all his might. The protective formation only served to protect; it did not block the view within, and the crowd was instantly dumbstruck—this fellow was actually at the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage?!
Thud! At that moment the Lei Dong Academy group, carrying Wang Dianxing, had not yet gone far. Hearing the crowd's exclamations, their hands slipped, and the already wretched foremost Nascent Soul expert was smashed straight onto the ground—adding frost to snow, and knocking him out cold from the pain.
After a good while, the august head of Lei Dong Academy finally came groggily to his senses. The first thing he did was struggle with all his might to look toward Wei Zhao—and one glance was enough to shatter his heart all over again.
"How can this be! How can this be! This whelp is only at the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, yet he has strength to rival the mid Xuan Sheng stage?" Wang Dianxing was fortunate to have caught his breath; had he simply passed out and died then and there, he would surely have died with his eyes open in regret.
"Exactly! The head has already attained the legendary perfect Nascent Soul, and even that at most rivals the peak of the early Xuan Sheng stage. Why can that thing rival the mid Xuan Sheng stage? Did he take some kind of elixir?" The others found it no easier to believe.
"That's impossible. Even if he took an elixir, he would have to wait until he assaulted the Xuan Sheng stage to take it. Taking it halfway like this and then going to make the breakthrough—if it wore off midway, wouldn't that be courting death?" someone shook his head and analyzed.
"Just so. Besides, where in this world is there an elixir that could make a great-perfection Nascent Soul expert instantly rival the mid Xuan Sheng stage? If such an elixir truly existed, wouldn't everyone be fighting like mad to seize it?" The bystanders thought it impossible too.
The crowd looked at one another, then all turned their eyes to Wang Dianxing. Among them, the one most likely to see through Wei Zhao's depths was this head of Lei Dong Academy, who had crossed blades with him.
"A perfect Nascent Soul! A perfect Nascent Soul stronger than my own! Impossible! How can this be?" Wang Dianxing was muttering to himself like a man whose soul had been lost… (To be continued..)