Chapter 4889 — Flee, Now
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That it now happened to be usable against Wei Zhao counted as a rare instance of putting it to full use. By Bao Zuoliang's reckoning, once this was done he would secretly sell the Lightning-Commanding Banner on the black market—first, to destroy the evidence, and second, to recoup his losses. Killing two birds with one stone.
And now, fine enough: the evidence had been destroyed clean, but the twelve million spirit jade had gone up in smoke along with it. This time Bao Zuoliang had taken a loss of capital and blood!
"Forget it, forget it. Twelve million spirit jade for the life of that fellow surnamed Lin—not too bad a bargain!" Bao Zuoliang could only console himself thus. He had seen that Wei Zhao was already struggling on the brink of death back when it was a ten-fold tribulation; now, with a fifteen-fold one, it would surely be the last straw that broke the camel's back.
If even a mighty one of the Mountain-Opening stage could be smitten dead, why on earth should Wei Zhao, a mere cultivator at the perfection of the Nascent Soul, not die?!
"This… Young Master Bao, maybe we should just go…" Su Kesheng, however, tugged at Bao Zuoliang with a bitter smile, for at this moment he clearly saw a figure slowly walking out of the tribulation node—and who else could it be but Wei Zhao?
*Aiya!* Bao Zuoliang's eyes went wide on the spot, and he could not speak. The look he bent on Wei Zhao was as though he were beholding a ghost. To have weathered even a fifteen-fold tribulation—and judging by his bearing, with ease! What in the hell was this thing, man or ghost?!
As Wei Zhao's gaze swept over, both their hearts leapt into their throats, and they hastily hid themselves thoroughly behind a boulder. Though they had failed to smite Wei Zhao dead, the two of them had after all done a guilty deed; if they met Wei Zhao's eyes, they might well give themselves away.
"Run… run, now…" Bao Zuoliang, rage forgotten, turned and fled, his face ashen with fright. He dared not linger a single step longer in this place. A fifteen-fold tribulation could not kill Wei Zhao—and what was more outrageous, the man had actually succeeded in his Xuan Sheng breakthrough. Facing such a horrifying, appalling freak, was he to stay and wait for death if he did not run now?!
The two cowards grew more frightened the more they thought, and while Wei Zhao had not yet noticed them, they fled helter-skelter in a panic.
In truth, the two of them were overthinking matters entirely. Wei Zhao had never suspected that the pair was behind any of it; he had assumed it was all because he had too many attribute spirit roots—especially his lightning-attribute spirit root, which had become something like a lightning rod, and had thus drawn down tribulation lightning far beyond the usual scale.
Glancing around at the other tribulation nodes, Wei Zhao found it rather strange that, apart from Bao Zuoliang and Su Kesheng, who had left at some unknown time, not a single other person had broken through—Wang Xinyan and the others included.
Could it be that they had been affected by him? Wei Zhao puzzled inwardly. Perhaps because he was this lightning rod, he had drawn all the tribulations of those nearby onto himself?
It must be said that this guess was quite close to the truth—only Wei Zhao's lightning rod was not inborn but man-made, manipulated from behind by those two cowards.
By now there were hardly any onlookers left; the vast majority had been frightened away, and the few who remained were the bold-hearted. Yet even they, seeing Wei Zhao emerge, showed not the slightest inclination to come nearer.
After all, Wei Zhao's strength was simply too great. Back at the perfection of the Nascent Soul he had already been comparable to the mid Xuan Sheng stage; now that he was a cultivator of the early Xuan Sheng stage, would he not have become an invincible existence among the Xuan Sheng stage?