Chapter 4956 — You Think You Can Escape?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Hmph. Sharp senses, I'll grant you. But with trifling strength like yours, I truly cannot see what could match an early-stage Kaishan cultivator. It seems I guessed rightly—Zhuang Yifan must be behind this!" The more Chang Minghui thought, the more convinced he became. After this one exchange, he had concluded that Wei Zhao, though far from weak, could never have beaten Zang Zili to that state alone. Something was afoot behind it all.
Wei Zhao, naturally, would not disabuse him. From where he stood, the better Chang Minghui laid it all at Zhuang Yifan's door—best of all if he forced Zhuang Yifan to act, and spared Wei Zhao all this desperate scheming for survival.
Unfortunately, even if Chang Minghui suspected Zhuang Yifan, there was no chance he would let Wei Zhao go now. His wife and son had been reduced to that wretched state, and Wei Zhao was partly to blame. One way or another, Wei Zhao had to die tonight!
Wei Zhao was not so naive as to think otherwise. Having barely dodged the invisible wind blade, he turned without a word and fled on toward the League branch—the plan he had settled on long ago, and one he could not afford to fail.
"Hmph. You think you can escape?" Chang Minghui's brows knit slightly at the sight. Both moved with great speed, and though only an instant had passed, they were now halfway to the League branch. If they drew much closer, Zhuang Yifan would surely be alerted—and then not only would he fail to kill Wei Zhao, he might well get himself caught in the bargain.
At the thought, a gale erupted around Chang Minghui. A small tornado swiftly took shape, swallowing both him and Wei Zhao, thirty meters ahead, into its embrace.
In an instant Wei Zhao felt as though he had sunk into a bog. Under the tug of the ferocious winds around him, he could forget about keeping up his astonishing speed—he could scarcely take a single step. Every stride was a struggle.
Chang Minghui's voice drifted unpredictably through the tornado, a moment ago seeming hundreds of miles away, the next right at his ear: "Boy, I find I've suddenly lost the taste for killing you. So long as you bear witness that Zhuang Yifan secretly tampered with things to harm my wife, I'll show mercy and spare your life. How's that?"
Wei Zhao was startled at the words, but a moment's thought made the other man's meaning plain. This Chang Minghui, it seemed, had no more regard for him than for some small fish or shrimp; he meant to seize on the matter and turn his spearhead toward Zhuang Yifan!
And so he did. Chang Minghui had never submitted to Zhuang Yifan. If Zhuang Yifan could find pretext to covet his town of Dingcheng, then Chang Minghui could just as well covet the Guild Master's seat.
True, with his own strength and standing, displacing Zhuang Yifan was hardly realistic—but Zhuang Yifan was not invincible either. If he went to the Mystic-Rank Sea Region and worked his connections a little, it was not certain he could not bring the man down. And if fortune favored him, he might even come away with the Guild Master's chair himself.
"Is that so? Sounds fine enough—but how do I know you won't cross the river and burn the bridge behind you? Besides, Zhuang Yifan is a man of what stature, and I'm no more than a shrimp. Set myself against him? That's the old birthday god hanging himself—plain sick of living," Wei Zhao sneered, noncommittal.
"Boy, you don't seem to understand your position. Do you imagine you still have room to bargain?" Chang Minghui's towering figure flickered in and out of view within the tornado, like a god of the wind, striking awe into the heart.