Chapter 5075 — Is This Really Your Trump Card?
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"Bullying you? You've been running your mouth about stealing my girlfriend, and you still have the nerve to call me the bully?" Wei Zhao was instantly amused by the sight of him. He crooked a finger and said, "Come here. I promise I won't beat you to death."
"Hah! Who beats who to death is still up in the air! Snow Sword, out of the sheath!" Xue Jianming bellowed. A soft sword coiled about his waist sprang free with a ringing hiss and stabbed through empty air at Wei Zhao at a speed the eye could scarce follow. The temperature around them plunged in an instant, raising gooseflesh on every arm in the room.
Xue Jianming was no mere empty showpiece, after all. His title as the Tai Gu Alliance's foremost expert at the Foundation Establishment great perfection was not unearned. The one-sided thrashing he had taken at Wei Zhao's hands a moment ago owed something to the gap in strength, but a good part of it had been deliberate, meant to lull Wei Zhao into carelessness. Now that the true qi in his body had recovered its smooth flow, his real power at last came into view.
Qiu Lingshan and the others were astonished at the sight. This thing could actually fly a sword through the air—a divine skill straight out of legend! Each of them broke out in a cold sweat on Wei Zhao's behalf.
Wei Zhao, for his part, felt nothing of the sort. So long as the outward projection of true qi was strong enough, flying a sword through the air was really no difficulty at all; swordsmanship was the true measure of strength.
Xue Jianming was nothing more than a Foundation Establishment great perfection cultivator. In the eyes of Qiu Lingshan and the rest he stood high above them, but to Wei Zhao he did not even rank as worth noticing. He had seen with his own eyes the sharp swordsmanship of a titan like Liu Ziqi of the Mountain-Opening stage. Beside that, a mere Xue Jianming was not worth a glance—not even worthy of entering his field of vision.
Yet for some reason this one sword form of Xue Jianming's gave him a sense of déjà vu, as though he had seen it somewhere before. He could not put his finger on just where, and at last could only shake his head and let it go.
The soft sword drove straight at Wei Zhao's face. Had this been Wei Zhao's true body, he could have let the blade come on and Xue Jianming's strike would likely not even have scratched his true qi defenses. But Wei Zhao was now only a primordial spirit body at the Foundation Establishment great perfection, and though he still held every advantage in strength, he dared not be so careless.
Wei Zhao's form flickered in and out of sight. In an instant he had lightly left the soft sword behind him, and without pausing for the slightest breath he hurtled straight at Xue Jianming in the far corner, raising a hand as though to bestow another slap upon his cheek.
"Hold it right there. Aren't you afraid I'll kill them?" Xue Jianming said with a savage grin. He was still flying his sword through the air; killing Wei Zhao might be a tall order, but if he turned his target to Qiu Lingshan and the others, each strike would find its mark without fail.
Qiu Lingshan and the others all changed color at these words. With their strength they truly had no way to dodge, and they burst out cursing the creature as despicable and shameless.
"Hah! You've all brought this on yourselves—spurning the wine cup only to drink the forfeit!" Xue Jianming sneered coldly, pointing at Wei Zhao. "If you truly care about them, then be sensible and kneel down and apologize. Perhaps I'll let them off. Otherwise—hah, hah!"
What he had not expected was that Wei Zhao paid his words no heed at all. Without the slightest hesitation he sent another slap flying across his cheek, and did not forget to add mockingly, "Being stupid isn't a crime. But being stupid and insisting on parading that stupidity in front of everyone—that's your own fault."