Chapter 5085 — How Is That Possible!
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"I know a little of the Snow Valley affair. The Qiankun Sect did indeed act rashly, turning a good deed into a bad one; they have no grounds to complain over the beating they took. As for Xue Jianming, he carried his trouble straight to President Lin's door; that President Lin, in a fit of fury, destroyed his Golden Core is only to be expected, and I have nothing to say on that score." Xin Yi'an readily conceded both matters.
For one, the fault lay with their side to begin with; for another, it was no skin off his nose—the ones hurt were not men of his own Cangwu Sect of North Island. The lead senior brothers of those sects had handled their affairs poorly, and having come to grief, they had no one to blame but themselves—certainly not Xin Yi'an.
"Elder Xin is indeed a man who understands reason." Lin Yi nodded, rather surprised. Xin Yi'an's reasonableness came as a relief; what he detested most were those who fancied themselves high and mighty, knowing full well they were in the wrong yet refusing to admit it to the bitter end. When reason failed, only fists remained—and that was the situation he least wished to see.
"However, in the matter of Yin Zhiping and Sun Baimei of the Evil-Warding Sect, President Lin struck to kill without a word. Is that not a bit hard to justify?" Xin Yi'an's face darkened. The wounding or crippling of men from the other sects mattered nothing to him, but two deaths in a row was another matter entirely. As the one in charge, if he could not produce a defensible reason, he would be punished by the Primordial Alliance.
"I am a primal spirit. Those two came at me the moment they arrived—Elder Xin surely knows what they intended, does he not? Since they meant to devour me, I naturally had to finish them off in self-defense. Is there anything wrong with that?" Wei Zhao countered.
"That..." Xin Yi'an was instantly at a loss for words. Self-defense was a matter of natural right the world over; even in the Primordial little martial world there could be no other verdict. Since those two had meant to kill Wei Zhao, they must have been prepared for Wei Zhao to kill them instead—their deaths were deaths in vain.
"If Elder Xin thinks I deserved to be devoured by them, then I fear there is no need to talk further. Let me put it plainly here and now: whoever wishes to harm me or those around me, I will finish him without hesitation. Mark me—whoever it is." Wei Zhao's tone was hard.
Xin Yi'an looked at him deeply, and in that instant he abruptly sensed an indefinable aura—not the sort of aura from which cultivation realms can be concretely gauged, but a fleeting sense that the man before him was a top-tier expert of unfathomable depth.
By rights, a peak early Golden Core expert like himself was already an invincible presence in the mortal world—yet in that instant he felt an instinctive shudder in his heart, as though before this man he were a lowly ant, his life and death hanging on the other's whim, utterly without power to resist.
"How is that possible..." Xin Yi'an was struck dumb on the spot, shaking his head hard in disbelief. His instincts had always been accurate, but this sudden notion was simply too absurd.
Never mind this trifling mortal world—even in the Primordial Alliance, a peak early Golden Core expert like himself was by no means a lowly existence. In strength he was of course far inferior to those Nascent Soul old monsters, but that he could be crushed as easily as an ant—such a possibility simply did not exist.
"What did you say?" Wei Zhao's expression changed; he thought the other's words were a retort against him. At this rate the two sides could never come to terms—and though it was the worst of last resorts, if there was no other way, he would have to choose to fight.
But that was the worst possible outcome. (To be continued.)