Chapter 3515 — What If I Hurt You by Accident?

Wei Zhao, I have put up with you long enough! Today, let us see whether you die or not! In the mortal realm I could not kill you, and I had to swallow my pride, force a smile to your face—but this time, you are dead for certain!

"Nobody move. Wei Zhao is the foremost man under the heavenly dao, the number one rogue cultivator. Let him handle it himself. If we go up there, we will only get in the way!" Kang Jingming gave a cold laugh and spoke to the other trial participants.

"Agreed!" Everyone nodded and voiced their assent. This was a stroke of tremendous fortune—they need not expend the slightest effort, could simply stay here and coast on the experience. Safe and comfortable—who would not want that?

As for whether Wei Zhao lived or died, what was that to them? Better a fellow cultivator die than oneself—that was the thinking of every one of them. Only Xiao Che seemed tense as he watched Wei Zhao's side, eager to leap out and help.

"Ladies, can Young Master Lin really manage on his own? Perhaps we should go help him?" Xiao Che hesitated a moment before making the suggestion. True, it might anger Kang Jingming and his lot, but he could not simply look the other way—after all, Wei Zhao had once stood up for him!

"Brother Wei Zhao should be able to handle it. We need not worry," Han Jingyi said with a shake of her head. "If we go up there, we will only get in his way!"

"Ah? Is that so..." Xiao Che was taken aback. Seeing that Wang Xinyan nodded as well, he naturally had no more to say. He was, after all, an outsider; if these two who were close to Wei Zhao said as much, he could only let it be—though he still watched Wei Zhao with some anxiety.

"Brother Liang, according to what we discussed earlier: once Wei Zhao falters, you deal with Wang Xinyan, I will pin down that Xiao Che, and Han Jingyi—leave her to my wife to torment to death!" Kang Jingming said.

"No problem." Zhong Yongliang nodded. He had finally gotten a chance to turn his fortunes around and would not let it slip. In truth, his grudge against Wei Zhao was not great—merely a trifling matter from their school days at the very beginning.

It was only that, step by step, it had fermented and escalated to reach this point today. Facing Wei Zhao had become an obsession for Zhong Yongliang; defeating Wei Zhao had become his goal!

He would not accept it. Why—when they had both been classmates, when his own fortunes had been none too shabby, when he had climbed peak after peak step by step to become the patriarch of the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow sect—why was he still no match for Wei Zhao?

Why?! He would prove the dao, he would turn his fortunes around, he would trample over Wei Zhao to prove that he was the strongest existence of all! At this thought, Zhong Yongliang swore silently that this trial would become Wei Zhao's burial ground!

Yet watching Wei Zhao circle and grapple with the Five Baleful Dragon, long moments passing without any result, it seemed the Five Baleful Dragon could do nothing to Wei Zhao at all!

Kang Jingming grew anxious, but he could see it too: Wei Zhao's footwork was exquisite. Every time the Five Baleful Dragon was about to strike him, Wei Zhao dodged away with swift precision!

Carrying on like this was no solution either. True, given enough time Wei Zhao's physical strength and true qi would surely run dry—but the crux of the matter was that Wei Zhao was a heaven-tier great-perfection expert. Even if he ran about here for a month, his strength would not be exhausted!

At this thought, Kang Jingming felt rather glum. If they waited like this until three days had passed, the legacy-bearers would all have departed smoothly, and Wei Zhao still would not have finished his battle—what then would have been the point of killing Wei Zhao?

"This will not do. It is no solution!" Kang Jingming said. "Brother Liang, do you have any good ideas?"

"What ideas could there be? We cannot very well go up and help the Five Baleful Dragon attack Wei Zhao, can we? That would not be right either!" Zhong Yongliang shook his head. "If you think it is acceptable, then let us go surround and attack Wei Zhao!"

"That will not do..." Kang Jingming shook his head. This was a matter of principle. If they did so and somehow failed to control the Five Baleful Dragon, letting it return to its cave and disturb the legacy-bearers—or directly injure them by mistake—then Kang Jingming's responsibility would be far too great!

Yet upon hearing Zhong Yongliang's words, Kang Jingming's eyes lit up, and a dirty trick came surging forth at once: "We cannot openly help the Five Baleful Dragon attack Wei Zhao—but we can work mischief in secret!"

"Work mischief in secret?" Zhong Yongliang was slightly taken aback.

"Indeed. We can first kill Wei Zhao's woman and distract him. That way he will surely be thrown into disarray, and once his attention is divided, the Five Baleful Dragon will have its opening!" Kang Jingming said.

"That is a method, I suppose. Then... who do we kill first?" Zhong Yongliang nodded. To be honest, he felt somewhat ashamed to strike at a woman. He was, after all, the patriarch of the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow sect now; doing such a thing was really rather unseemly.

"Wang Xinyan first! As for that Han Jingyi, leave her for my wife, Little Eleven—she and I will finish her together!" A vicious gleam flashed through Kang Jingming's eyes. Wei Zhao had blasted Little Eleven into a state unfit for human eyes; every night when Kang Jingming did that business, he had to turn out the lights, not daring to look straight at her!

"Very well." Zhong Yongliang nodded and glanced at Zhang Naipao. "Paozi, this woman is yours. Let her be your great tonic! Though you are already a great-perfection expert—absorbing her true qi will not be of much use to you. It would be a waste."

"Haha, no matter. I will treat it as a bit of fun," Zhang Naipao said mildly. With that, he walked over to Wang Xinyan and said to her, "Hey, you are Wang Xinyan, yes? My name is Zhang Naipao. Though I bear you no grudge and you are quite good-looking, who told you to be Wei Zhao's woman? If you die, you have only yourself to blame for picking the wrong man!"

"Ah?" Wang Xinyan stared at Zhang Naipao, dumbfounded, and only after a long while managed, "You... you want to kill me?"

"..." Zhang Naipao was somewhat at a loss for words. Where had this woman's heaven-tier great-perfection strength come from? Why was she no different from some frail girl? Rather helplessly he said, "Indeed. I will circulate my heart method and oral formula to drain your strength dry. If you do not wish to suffer, do not resist—otherwise you will suffer all the more!"

"Ah?" Wang Xinyan was startled again. "What heart method is that?"

"The Divine Art of Bee Absorption!" Zhang Naipao said proudly.

"Oh..." Wang Xinyan nodded. "Then... may I circulate my own heart method and oral formula as well?"

"Of course you may. But if you circulate your heart method to resist, it will only make your physical strength and true qi drain all the faster!" Zhang Naipao said. "And once you begin circulating it, you will not be able to stop at all!"

"Oh... then, what if I happen to hurt you by accident?" Wang Xinyan nodded and asked, a little nervously.

"Hurt me by accident? Haha, if you have the ability, then by all means hurt me by accident!" Zhang Naipao laughed heartily.