Chapter 11660 — Should Young Hero Lin Be Interested

At these words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

A person truly lost in sudden enlightenment would not trade words with anyone.

Zhang Tailing's tone betrayed some surprise. "This poor Daoist specializes in the resonance between Heaven and Man. Just now, Young Hero Lin gave the impression of advancing by leaps and bounds with every instant and every breath—exactly like the state of sudden enlightenment. It seems my cultivation is not yet equal to the task, and my sensing went astray."

Wei Zhao's interest was piqued. "What is this resonance between Heaven and Man? Might the Daoist elaborate?"

Zhang Tailing looked at the ferocious crimson ape before them and smiled bitterly. "Should Young Hero Lin be interested, once this matter is settled, we can discuss it at length. However…"

He did not finish the sentence, but the meaning was plain enough.

If things continued along their present course, in all likelihood there would be no such opportunity.

Wei Zhao said, "Then it is settled."

The other man's sensing had been not the least bit mistaken. Because he was observing the collision of two god-tier beings, many things at the level of his understanding were indeed undergoing earth-shaking changes, and at the same time he was indeed absorbing an enormous amount of nourishment.

The most direct visible result was that his strength was advancing by leaps and bounds, invisibly and imperceptibly.

To put it precisely, Wei Zhao was at this very moment stealing lessons from two god-tier beings!

With his madman's capacity for learning, it would have been impossible for him not to advance by leaps and bounds.

Zhang Tailing gave a rueful, startled laugh. "Very well, then it is settled."

Yet inwardly he remained shaken and uncertain.

His resonance between Heaven and Man did indeed err at times, but the probability of that was exceedingly small.

If Wei Zhao had advanced so rapidly merely because of sudden enlightenment, that he could understand.

But if it truly was not the state of sudden enlightenment, then it was genuinely somewhat terrifying.

As a peak Venerable of the early Heaven tier, Zhang Tailing's breadth of vision meant he had seen—and even crossed blades with—countless geniuses, yet a freak like Wei Zhao was utterly unprecedented.

In truth, Wei Zhao's present strength alone was enough to leave him shaken to the core.

Never had any mid-tier Earth-rank Venerable been able to bring him such all-around oppression as Wei Zhao did!

And even that was with no substantive clash having occurred between the two sides—merely the result of their auras spilling forth naturally.

If the two sides truly came to drawn swords and strung bows, that sense of oppression could rise by at least two more levels!

To say Wei Zhao was the most dangerous enemy he had ever encountered was no exaggeration at all.

He had always dealt calmly with the three ancestors of the Prince of Qi's Estate and had never torn off the mask to their faces. In part this was surely compelled by circumstance, but the more important part was out of wariness toward Wei Zhao.

Though the two sides had not interacted much, Zhang Tailing's estimation of Wei Zhao was already exceedingly high.

But now it seemed he had likely underestimated him by a wide margin.

Set against the backdrop of the great upheaval in the Inner Royal Court, and recalling the trajectory of Wei Zhao's growth and all he had done before, a sudden realization rose in Zhang Tailing's heart.

Could it be that this age of great contention was destined to rest upon this man's shoulders?

At this moment, however, Wei Zhao had no leisure to attend to Zhang Tailing's inner workings.

The chance to steal lessons from god-tier powerhouses was something that could not be sought, only encountered.

Wei Zhao had a strong premonition that if he could observe the whole thing through, his strength would at least double!

Of course, the precondition was that these two god-tier beings had to fight in earnest.

Outside the ancestral shrine of the Prince of Qi's Estate.

A hush fell over the entire scene, within and without.

Eight human heads were lined up in a row, neatly stacked at the main gate.

Compared with the towering mounds of thousands upon thousands of heads, such a sight was naturally far from grand—at most it counted as child's play.

Yet at this moment, the deterrent force of these eight heads far surpassed that of a mound of ten thousand!

Not only was the entire Prince of Qi's Estate silent from top to bottom, but even the great personages of every faction observing from afar were one and all shaken.

There was no other reason: these were the heads of the Eight Elite Guards.

Under the gaze of all present, Wei Baizhan and Li Qinghe and the rest of the Ten Great Criminals each took a grandmaster's chair and arrayed themselves in a row, straddling the seats with imperious ease.

The scene was plainly unremarkable, yet paired with the harrowing display these beasts had put on moments ago, the impact and oppression it brought to everyone was maxed out utterly.

Those were the Eight Elite Guards, after all.

They represented the Prince of Qi's Estate's finest trump-card fighting force; against any other power in the Inner Royal Court, they were a top-tier weight sufficient to tip the entire scales of victory.

Yet they had been slaughtered in public by Wei Baizhan and that pack of beasts.

The whole process—bloody, violent, and effortless.

With the Eight Elite Guards annihilated and the Prince of Qi himself nowhere to be seen, the fighting spirit of the remaining experts of the Prince of Qi's Estate was wiped out on the spot, and they had not a shred of will to resist left.

As for the great personages of every faction watching from outside the field, they too all fell into collective silence.

Before this, from their performance in the Night's End Palace incident, they had already known that Wei Baizhan and the Ten Great Criminals were very strong and very hard to provoke.

But their understanding had gone no further than that.

Strong as the Ten Great Criminals were, they did not believe their own houses were truly powerless to resist.

Especially after a host of old monsters had joined their ranks—in terms of overall strength, they reckoned themselves no longer inferior to the Prince of Qi's Estate.

Through today's battle, they could conveniently use the Prince of Qi's Estate as a whetstone to test the true measure of the Ten Great Criminals.

But now the measure had been tested—and they themselves had been silenced along with it.

Given the showing of Wei Baizhan and that pack of beasts, if the Prince of Qi's Estate were swapped for any of them, every last one without exception would likely fare little better.

The only final difference would be whether they died an ugly death or an even uglier one.

The Prince of Qin's Estate.

As the highest decision-making body, the four of the Prince of Qin looked at one another, speechless.

Qin Siren broke the silence with a bitter laugh. "I never imagined this Wei Zhao would truly grow into such a formidable force."

Beside him, Bai Shizu felt a pang of kinship.

By rights, he was the one of Wei Zhao's generation; in their prior understanding, he was the figure the Prince of Qin's Estate would put forward to match Wei Zhao.

But now, let alone matching Wei Zhao himself, even if he were to match Wei Baizhan and the others, he would fall into an obvious disadvantage in terms of strength.

Comparisons between people can kill a man.

These were the very words others had once used to marvel at him; now it was his turn to marvel at Wei Zhao.

"I truly cannot fathom it—where on earth did Wei Zhao scrape together such a pack of monsters?"

Qin Siren voiced the question in everyone's heart.

Even with the Prince of Qin's Estate's top-tier foundations, the number of experts it could field to match Wei Baizhan and that pack of beasts was pitifully few.