Chapter 5052 — Fractured-Ice Constitution
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Wei Zhao ignored him, raising a hand and hurling a Roaring Fire Eight-Trigram Palm straight at his face. Barring the unforeseen, Fei Yangnian was a dead man.
But just then, Leng Leng suddenly shouted, "Watch out!"
The words had barely left her mouth when a pitch-black arrow came hissing silently through the doorway, its speed beyond strange, its target fixed squarely on Wei Zhao, who was on the verge of finishing Fei Yangnian.
The black arrow came with utter abruptness. Had Wei Zhao not already received the jade pendant's warning before Leng Leng's cry, and used his true-qi jet technique to force himself a full body-width aside, he would surely have been struck.
"Waaah, you wretched spirit-body—I've finally found you! You dare ambush me to my face? Today is the day you die!" Sun Baimei came charging in after that shout, bedraggled from head to toe.
Wei Zhao's heart tightened at once. The man had taken a true-qi bomb directly to the face and been blasted out of a fifth-floor window, and he still hadn't died. This thing's vitality was monstrous—far harder to deal with than an ordinary late-Foundation Establishment expert!
"What did you say? He's a spirit-body?" Leng Leng gaped in fresh shock, and in her mind flashed the warning Wei Zhao had given her a moment ago. So it was real after all—she had not been hallucinating. This creature truly was no ordinary man!
"Of course he's a spirit-body—but in a moment he won't even be worth a fart. Before Sun Baimei, every spirit-body is nothing but food for me to swallow." Sun Baimei laughed uproariously.
He had taken a fair wound just now, but that changed nothing about his nature as a spirit-body's natural bane. Before him, any spirit-body was a lamb with no power to fight back, while he was destined to be the vicious wolf.
As he spoke, Sun Baimei abruptly raised his enormous sleeve, and a suction force without peer poured out from within. This move was made specifically to subdue spirit-beings like spirit-bodies. Even though Wei Zhao was now far stronger than he had been half a month ago, he still could not keep his footing, and came within a hair of being caught.
This kind of overwhelming suppression was a thorny problem indeed. Even Wei Zhao could not think of an effective counter on the spot. His ability to fight above his level in spirit-body form had always fallen short of what his true body could do, and now his opponent was the natural bane of spirit-beings besides: a peak early-Foundation Establishment cultivator against a late-Foundation Establishment one—there was almost no chance of victory to speak of.
Fortunately, he had gotten the drop on the man with that true-qi bomb. Otherwise Wei Zhao would never have stood and fought; he would have turned and fled, just as he had last time.
Repeating the old trick, Wei Zhao flung out a bolt of lightning power to break the man's technique. Last time he had escaped thanks not only to the true-qi bomb he had cooked up, but to this very move.
But Sun Baimei had been ready for it. Somehow a sheet of plastic had appeared in his hand, and lightning power, weak as it was, could not pierce that thick plastic at all—it struck the surface and did nothing whatsoever.
"Wahaha! Pitiful little tricks! You stupid spirit-body, did you think I'd fall for the same loss twice? I already grabbed a mortal and questioned him—so long as you block with this stuff, no lightning will work!" Sun Baimei gloated.
He was determined to have Wei Zhao's spirit-body, and to that end he had studied countermeasures in detail—including how to deal with lightning. The move was not powerful; striking him would only numb him a little. But it was enough to interrupt his techniques, and impossible to guard against.