Chapter 5017 — A Small County Town
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This was the grand move he had painstakingly held in reserve the whole way here; as for mightier ultimate techniques like the Thunder Burial, in his present condition he simply could not unleash them at all. Yet even a small dan-fire true-qi bomb, caught completely off guard, was more than enough to give Sun Baimei and Fei Yangsheng a proper drubbing.
Sure enough, Sun Baimei and Fei Yangsheng had no chance to react whatsoever; they were blasted straight backward, and when they clambered to their feet both faces were streaked with blood—a truly wretched and bedraggled sight.
"Waaaah! I'm furious!" Sun Baimei stamped his feet and cursed in a rage. The injuries were beside the point—after all, neither he nor Fei Yangsheng had been standing especially close, so at the moment they merely looked pitiful; the actual damage was not grave. The real issue was that the duck he had thought cooked had flown out of the pot the very moment the lid was lifted. How could he not be frantic?!
Cursing in a fury on one side, he gritted his teeth and gave chase again on the other. This time Sun Baimei and Fei Yangsheng were truly ruthless; they even brought out all manner of trump cards they had kept buried at the bottom of their chests, determined to stop Wei Zhao at any cost.
Yet what astonished them beyond measure was that even with their speed pushed to its limit, this time they could not catch Wei Zhao at all—instead they could only watch helplessly as he drew farther and farther away, until in less than a moment he had vanished without a trace. Not even a shadow of him could be found.
"This... have we gone and seen a ghost?" Fei Yangsheng's mouth hung open wide enough to stuff a duck egg into.
"Ghost my ass!" Sun Baimei spat out a resentful curse, then said with utmost unwillingness: "But this Primordial Spirit is unexpectedly strong—not only can it maintain a human form, it even has such endless tricks up its sleeve. What a pity it escaped; otherwise this time we truly would have had hope of breaking through to the Golden Core!"
"So do we still chase?" Fei Yangsheng asked.
"Let's give it one more try—if we're lucky, we might still catch up!" Sun Baimei still clung to a sliver of hope. Giving up here and now was simply impossible for him. He had finally encountered such a powerful Primordial Spirit; if he could capture it, it would be worth a hundred years of bitter cultivation, and no amount of time spent would be too much.
He had already made up his mind: during this trial in the mortal realm, he could skip everything else, but this Primordial Spirit alone—by whatever means necessary, he absolutely had to capture it!
In the time the two of them spent talking, Wei Zhao had already fled dozens of li away. Just now, riding the shockwave of the dan-fire true-qi bomb and employing the true-qi jet technique at the same time, his speed had in an instant been pushed to its utmost—and as he grew more and more familiar with his Primordial Spirit body, his speed not only failed to drop, but actually showed a tendency to grow ever faster.
Even more, Wei Zhao felt that his present speed was actually faster than it had been back on Cloud Terrace Island—could it be because the Primordial Spirit body was lighter?!
Having finally shaken off Sun Baimei and Fei Yangsheng, by the time Wei Zhao slowed down he had already reached the edge of a forest, and it looked as though a small county town lay not far ahead.
Wei Zhao hesitated a moment. He was in his period of weakness now, and by rights it was best to consolidate his strength somewhere undisturbed; but the forest was somewhere he dared not linger any longer—who knew whether he might run into those two again? By comparison, going into the small county town would be safer. Since he could not be a hermit in the woods, then he would be a hermit in the marketplace.