Chapter 5052 — Fractured-Ice Constitution
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
At first he had not known what to do either, but electricity was used so widely in the mortal world that wherever there were people, there was sure to be power. All he had to do was grab any ordinary person and ask, and he knew how to handle electric shocks. With the advantage of forethought against the unprepared, blocking Wei Zhao's bolt of lightning was no difficulty at all.
Wei Zhao inwardly cried out in misery. He had just gotten the drop on the man with a true-qi bomb, and now the man had turned the tables on him in the blink of an eye—with nothing but a sheet of plastic that could be found on any street. In his alarm, his whole body was dragged toward the man.
"I told you—whatever I set my eyes on can never escape my palm!" Sun Baimei laughed in excitement. Swallow this abnormally powerful spirit-body, and he could charge straight for the Golden Core—the thing he had dreamed of all his life!
"Not a chance!" At last Leng Leng snapped back to her senses and hurried to help, heedless of her internal injuries. She was standing not far from Sun Baimei at the doorway; she spun and swept a kick at him.
Whatever Wei Zhao might be hiding, whatever his reasons for trying so hard to get close to her—compared with Sun Baimei and Fei Yangnian, Wei Zhao was plainly a friend, not a foe.
And really, when she thought about it, Wei Zhao had given her plenty of hints already—the top-grade spirit jade, the divine-sense message, even those stories he had told her before. She had taken them for idle nonsense at the time, but looking back now, he had clearly been hinting all along; it was only that she had been too set in her assumptions to consider it.
Leng Leng's sudden attack caught Sun Baimei somewhat off guard, but one was late Foundation Establishment and the other early—the gap in strength was far too great. He had never taken Leng Leng seriously at all.
One hand still raised, sleeve pulling at Wei Zhao; the other swung the plastic sheet straight at Leng Leng. Flimsy as the thing was, once wrapped in his true qi it carried killing force all the same.
Bang! Leng Leng took the blow head-on without dodging, and spat out a mouthful of blood—but her kick landed squarely on Sun Baimei's chest, and he too grunted and staggered back a step. Just as Wei Zhao had done against Fei Yangnian, she had chosen to trade wound for wound.
"You think piddling strength like that can beat me?" Sun Baimei snorted, overflowing with dominance. The gap in strength was plain for all to see; however unexpectedly tough Leng Leng proved, dreaming of felling him just like that was far too naive.
Just like now—he fought two at once, and Leng Leng was left coughing blood on the spot, while he only grunted and bore not a scratch. The gap in strength had long since decided the outcome.
But Sun Baimei immediately sensed something wrong. The chest Leng Leng had kicked was rapidly freezing over with a layer of ice. If it were only ice, that would be one thing—but the crucial point was that the instant this layer of ice formed, it vanished again into nothing, replaced by a piercing chill through his chest. The surrounding flesh went dead to all feeling, and even his heart seemed about to stop beating!
"Frac—fractured-ice constitution!" Sun Baimei's face turned hideous at once. His chest had gone cold and stiff, his true qi could not circulate smoothly, and his pulling technique collapsed—Wei Zhao slipped free once again. (To be continued.)