Chapter 4889 — Flee, Now
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As the authors of this whole affair, Bao Zuoliang and Su Kesheng had no mind for the reactions of the crowd outside. The two of them stared fixedly at Wei Zhao in the tribulation node, watching him grow ever more relaxed beneath the lightning, and their eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Bao Zuoliang bore no resemblance now to his earlier smug confidence; the man had turned hysterical, his face hideous as he snarled, "Impossible! There's no way he can withstand a tribulation this powerful! I'm seeing things—yes, that's it, I must be seeing things. That thing was electrocuted to death in there long ago; only the corpse is stiff with electricity, that's why it hasn't fallen over. It has to be that!"
Just then, Wei Zhao shifted into a more comfortable position inside the tribulation node, shattering this self-deluding fantasy on the spot.
Bao Zuoliang was tongue-tied, the muscles of his face twitching and jerking wildly. Compared with the utterly composed Wei Zhao in the tribulation node at this moment, it was he who looked more like he had been struck by lightning.
"Maybe he took a great many Thunder Mystery Pills beforehand, and that's how he's endured such a fierce tribulation?" Su Kesheng stood to one side, his brow furrowed in gloom. He had racked his brains and could devise no other explanation—yet Thunder Mystery Pills could only form a lightning-buffering layer on the surface of the body; in the end all that lightning power still had to enter the body, just in a gentler manner.
Never had he heard that taking too many Thunder Mystery Pills enabled one to withstand such terrifying tribulation lightning. No matter how gentle and harmless the method, that much lightning power was still very much real, was it not?
Any ordinary person ought to have been blown to pieces by now—how could anyone come out of it completely unscathed?
"Who cares how many Thunder Mystery Pills he ate! This time he dies—he dies!" Bao Zuoliang could not be bothered with any of that; his head was filled with nothing but killing Wei Zhao at any cost. The tribulations of ten people had already reached the Lightning-Commanding Banner's limit, yet he clenched his teeth, hardened his heart, and forced upon Wei Zhao a fifteen-fold tribulation!
That delighted Wei Zhao, but it spelled disaster for Bao Zuoliang himself. He had already drawn three ten-fold tribulations in succession, and the Lightning-Commanding Banner had been flung about until it was glowing red hot, on the verge of catching fire. Now he had straightaway brought down a fifteen-fold tribulation—no matter how fine the thing was made, it could not withstand such abuse.
*Chhh!* Under the crushing load, the Lightning-Commanding Banner finally gave out completely. A tongue of flame burst suddenly from its surface, and in an instant it was burned to ashes.
"Er…" Bao Zuoliang and Su Kesheng were dumbstruck at the same time, staring blankly at the pile of ashes before them, unable to react. The Lightning-Commanding Banner had failed to smite Wei Zhao dead, and had instead burned itself to cinders—what kind of absurd horseshit was this?!
After staring blankly for a good while, Bao Zuoliang suddenly let out a wail, his face woebegone as he muttered, "My twelve million!"
The Lightning-Commanding Banner had been bought by him at a grand auction for the sum of twelve million spirit jade. Its uses were rather limited, but on a special occasion like the Road of the Titans it was an existence comparable to a divine artifact, and so its price was naturally absurdly high. Even for the son of a city lord, twelve million spirit jade had made his heart bleed.
The reason he had bid on the thing in the first place was indeed partly to prepare for the Road of the Titans trial, but mostly it had been a spur-of-the-moment impulse; in truth, he had rather regretted it the moment the hammer fell.