Chapter 5075 — Is This Really Your Trump Card?
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The man was a madman! Xue Jianming was badly startled. He had supposed that Wei Zhao would never stand by and let the women and underlings in the room be slaughtered—even if only as a show to win hearts, he would at least have found some opening to exploit. Never had he imagined that Wei Zhao would not give a fig for their lives at all.
"Fine! Since you insist on driving me to my death, then I'll send every last one of them to die with me!" Xue Jianming ground out through clenched teeth, twisting his body aside with all his might to dodge Wei Zhao's slap while trying to command the soft sword to begin the slaughter. But in the next instant he froze, struck dumb—where was his soft sword?
Bang! Xue Jianming was sent sprawling to the floor by another slap from Wei Zhao, no suspense about it. Even now the creature was frantically searching for his soft sword, and at last he found a pile of shattered iron fragments on the ground. His mind went blank, and he mumbled in disbelief, "How can this be?"
He had been controlling it through the air the whole time, and the soft sword's speed had been appallingly fast. Wei Zhao had plainly done nothing but dodge the first strike before charging straight at him. How could the soft sword have shattered to pieces like that?
"Hard to understand? A sword form this ordinary, and you have the gall to play at flying swords through the air. I solved it with a casual stroke of five-element killing qi. Don't tell me this was your trump card?" Wei Zhao curled his lip as he looked at the man's dazed, stricken expression.
"This—" Xue Jianming spewed a great mouthful of blood on the spot, shocked and furious beyond measure. He had truly been provoked past all endurance today.
"Why do I suddenly feel a little sorry for the creature?" Ying Ziyu said, the corner of her mouth curling up.
"He kicked an iron plate, that's all. Came strutting and showing off right in front of Wei Zhao, our leader. You'd think he'd have taken a look at himself in a puddle first. He actually believes the Tai Gu Alliance means he can throw his weight around and put on airs wherever he goes—what a bumpkin. He had it coming." Wu Chengtian chuckled.
The others all roared with laughter as well. What had just happened had truly set their hearts pounding, and yet Wei Zhao had dissolved it all with such casual ease. Such uncanny skill left them all surging with excitement.
Wei Zhao smiled at the sound. Three years apart, and none of them had changed in the least. Glad as that made him, he could not help but sigh with feeling. And the moment he thought of the women lying unconscious upstairs, his heart grew heavy again. Three years had passed and still no way had been found to cure them. His strength had grown greatly, true, but he had still never managed to find Zhang Lifeng. How much longer could they wait for him?
While the others were laughing and joking, Xue Jianming on the ground suddenly moved. This time, however, he had no thought of a last-ditch counterattack—such a notion was sheer delusion. He had only one thought now: get out of this villa!
He threw every ounce of strength into escaping, his whole body hurtling at the nearest window like a cannonball. Qiu Lingshan and the others cried out in alarm. If Xue Jianming escaped back and embroidered the tale in front of the Tai Gu Alliance's high command, it might well set off a world war between the Tai Gu Alliance and the secular world's cultivation forces.
He was nearly free—Xue Jianming's heart leaped with joy—when a figure appeared before him. Wei Zhao's speed now was no slower than, even faster than, that of his true body, and his movements were like those of a ghost. For Xue Jianming to slip free from under his hand, the odds were lower than winning the lottery.