Chapter 4918 — Hand Over Your Valuables
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Even Ni Caiyue, hiding behind Wei Zhao, stood dumbstruck with her mouth hanging open, looking back and forth between Wei Zhao and the smoke-wreathed Old Li over there as though she had seen a ghost. For a long while she could not utter a single word.
Wei Zhao, however, merely clapped his hands as if nothing had happened, thinking to himself that all those times he had been struck by lightning had not been for nothing. Even without boosting it beyond his normal limits with extra thunder power as before, the might of his lightning strike could now rival an ordinary lightning tribulation. Against ordinary Xuan Ascension experts, it was practically one strike, one kill—unless it was a tough one like Leng Rufeng, who could just barely hold his own for a while.
Truth be told, Wei Zhao had actually held back. This time he had struck for only an instant before withdrawing; otherwise, had it lasted even a little longer, Old Li's entire body would surely have been charred to a crisp by the lightning.
As for that earlier jolt, it was purely these two bringing it on themselves. Wei Zhao had not even used his lightning strike—just the surplus thunder power in his body had been enough to scorch them crisp on the outside and tender within.
"You... you... just who are you? To actually be able to unleash a lightning tribulation?!" The old owl's face was now ashen, and he retreated again and again in terror, nearly stumbling and falling to the ground.
"That's right, why can you unleash a lightning tribulation?" Ni Caiyue chimed in as well, making Wei Zhao roll his eyes in exasperation. Just whose side was this little Ni girl on, anyway, joining in the fun like that...
"Heh, you can't even recognize thunder power, and you talk of lightning tribulation?" Wei Zhao shot the old owl a glance, folded his arms, and said coolly: "I can see you've got a bit of cleverness about you—you wouldn't be muddled about your situation now, would you? Hand over whatever good things you're carrying, quick. If they catch my eye, then I guarantee I won't strike you dead!"
"Huh?" The old owl was instantly on the verge of tears. It was clearly the two of them who had come to rob someone else, yet in the blink of an eye it had fallen on his own head—how was a man supposed to bear such a thing?
"Huh what? Let me be blunt: I'm not a patient man. You figure it out yourself." As Wei Zhao spoke, he gave his hand a cold, expressionless flick.
"No, no! Spare me, young hero!" The old owl was frightened half out of his wits, thinking he was about to follow in Old Li's footsteps. Yet after he hunched his neck and waited for quite a while, nothing happened at all. Only then did he give a sheepish grin and, not daring to dawdle, hurriedly began pulling things out of his person.
But after rummaging through everything inside and out for a good long while—even turning out his undergarments—all he produced was a pile of cut-rate junk and odds and ends. Not a single good thing among them.
"Young hero, this is all I have on me. What do you think..." The old owl sheepishly held out a few pills with both hands. They were the best things he owned, but they were merely a few sixth-grade pills of little use.
Wei Zhao could not help but be somewhat speechless at the sight. This was a pauper through and through! For a fine expert of the early Xuan Ascension stage to possess only this much to his name—it truly made one sigh. Had Wei Zhao been a little softer-hearted, he would practically have had to turn around and support the man instead.
Seeing Wei Zhao's odd expression, the old owl could not help but flush red with shame. He too felt this was utterly humiliating, but there was truly no help for it—not only was it so with him, but the same went for Old Li lying on the ground, life or death unknown. Whatever good things the two of them had, Chang Laiting had scraped away long ago. After all, when a man lives under another's roof, he has no choice but to bow his head.