Chapter 4992 — Only Half a Day
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 3
The elite guards of the护卫队 scrambled out in a panic. At their level of strength, even the slightest spillover from such a clash would be fatal. There had been more than one or two cases in the past of people being maimed or killed by collateral damage from Wu Che's "Tiger Descending the Mountain" move—the lessons of the past were plain to see, so at a time like this, of course they wanted to get as far away as possible.
"A tiger? It does look rather imposing, but I wonder whether it can beat my dragon." Wei Zhao gave a faint smile and casually flung out a wisp of Five Elements Eight Trigrams killing intent. Accompanied by a low, rumbling dragon cry, a golden Eight Trigrams dragon that seemed almost solid descended upon the little Heavenly Pill Pavilion. An overwhelming pressure, as if from some primordial beast of antiquity, bore down upon them and forcefully drove the colorful tiger opposite it back several steps.
"True qi transforming into spirit?" Wu Che's eyelids twitched wildly in terror. As the Standing Vice Island Lord of the Central Island, his knowledge and insight far surpassed ordinary people, and he instantly saw the essence of this Eight Trigrams flood dragon. This thing had given even a late Opening Mountain expert like Chang Minghui a great fright—let alone him, a mere peak late Xuan Ascension cultivator.
Although the colorful tiger he had conjured also looked lifelike, it was nothing more than a special illusion produced by his dual water-and-fire aspect. To put it plainly, it was true qi that merely had the shape of a tiger—it did not even count as true qi taking form, let alone the higher realm of true qi transforming into spirit.
Wu Che's move could only frighten laymen at best; at most it was a pauper's version of true qi taking form. Who would have thought that today he would run into the real thing—that he would actually come up against true qi transforming into spirit!
Every movement of the colorful tiger depended on Wu Che's true qi to sustain it, so when it was frightened back, it was in truth Wu Che himself who was frightened back. But the Eight Trigrams flood dragon Wei Zhao had conjured was different. It already bore a faint aura of a true spirit beast, and needed no constant control from Wei Zhao's mind—it could launch attacks all on its own.
As the colorful tiger retreated again and again, the Eight Trigrams flood dragon let out a dragon cry and pounced straight at it, following up with two dragon claws and a lash of its tail. In an easy, effortless motion, it tore the colorful tiger to shreds.
That was not the end of it. The Eight Trigrams flood dragon coiled itself tightly around Wu Che next. Listening to the dragon cry so close to his ears and feeling the almost tangible pressure of a ferocious beast, Wu Che was scared half out of his wits.
A mighty expert at the peak of late Xuan Ascension, now bound fast by the Eight Trigrams flood dragon—no matter how desperately he struggled, he could not move so much as an inch. The only fate left to him now was to fold his hands and await death. Such an outcome truly left everyone's jaws hanging.
The elite guards crowded outside the door and the onlookers exchanged glances, not daring even to breathe too loudly, for fear that a careless move would draw the attention of this Eight Trigrams flood dragon that had appeared out of nowhere. Even a personage of Wu Che's caliber had no power to fight back—let alone small fry like them.
"Well? My dragon isn't too bad, is it?" Wei Zhao strolled slowly up to Wu Che and said, arms folded, thoroughly at his ease.