Chapter 5060 — The Arrogant Primordial Spirit
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
"Whether it's arrogance or not, we'll know soon enough once we fight. Hurry it up—the commercials are on right now, and I'm in a rush to get back to my show." Wei Zhao shot him a faint glance. The strength of a primordial spirit body was far inferior to his true body, and fighting above his level was not the easy, pleasurable affair it was for his true form. But if he could not even handle a cultivator of his own level, then he would not be Wei Zhao.
"Courting death!" Senior Brother Yin, stung into a fury, was barely three paces away facing him. Unseen, a short blade appeared in the hand concealed beneath his sleeve, and he lunged at Wei Zhao.
"What sect are you people from, anyway? Every last one of you loves a sneak attack, and you all love hiding things in your sleeves. Not a shred of originality." Wei Zhao laughed softly and slipped aside.
Light as his tone was, he was not the least bit careless underneath. This Senior Brother Yin was indeed considerably stronger than Sun Baimei, wielding that short blade like a phantom. More importantly, the blade carried a faint, elusive aura—evidently tailored specifically against primordial spirits and the like. A single graze could have unimaginable consequences.
"Hmph, you think you can escape me?" Senior Brother Yin snorted and gave chase like a shadow. With nothing but a short blade, he conjured a momentum vast and overwhelming, his attacks crashing down like a violent storm.
For a moment Wei Zhao was in genuine peril, like a small boat tossed amid raging winds and towering waves, liable at any instant to capsize and end up with no place even for his bones.
But what left Senior Brother Yin speechless was this: after a long, frenzied assault, every time Wei Zhao looked a hair's breadth from death, he somehow pulled through unscathed. By the time his mad offensive was itself beginning to falter, he had still not touched a single hair on the other's head. The result was enough to make a man's heart clench with frustration.
"No way? Done for already? It hasn't even been three minutes. As a man, don't you feel ashamed?" Wei Zhao watched him abruptly break off his attack and immediately unleashed a merciless round of mockery.
"You—!" Senior Brother Yin nearly choked up a mouthful of blood. He had indeed given it everything just now, but this primordial spirit's speed was absurdly fast, and it seemed able to anticipate his moves—every sudden change of technique that should have been impossible to dodge was avoided in advance. How was he supposed to fight this?
This could not go on. Senior Brother Yin suddenly thought of the Blood Spirit Cats. Whatever Sun Baimei could do, he could do as well; he had merely refrained from summoning them earlier out of fear of the other's pill fire.
But now there was no choice. To kill Wei Zhao, he could not rely on himself alone—he had to summon a few Blood Spirit Cats to harry him from the flanks. If he could just seize one opening, he could reduce this primordial spirit to pieces with ease.
At the thought, Senior Brother Yin immediately summoned three Blood Spirit Cats. Fewer in number than Sun Baimei's, perhaps, but each was far stronger individually. Once such creatures were destroyed, he would suffer a backlash against his own primordial spirit—quality over quantity!
"What are you standing there dazed for? Get in here with me!" Senior Brother Yin snapped at Fei Yangnian, who had shrunk back to watch the show.
"Oh..." Fei Yangnian answered weakly, but his feet might as well have taken root—he dared not come closer, merely striking a pose from a safe distance.