Chapter 4363 — Killed on the Spot

Huang Xiaotao was a top-grade prodigy with a dual fire-wind spiritual root, and moreover a flawless breakthrough to the Golden Core stage, her strength far beyond that of ordinary Golden Core cultivators. With the two of them joining hands, they could deal a heavy blow to peak early Nascent Soul experts. It might seem incredible to outsiders, but on closer thought, it was entirely reasonable.

"Impossible!" Cheng Qitian hurried on. "The first time was the two of you working together, but the second time, not long ago, you crippled Old Kong all by yourself. How do you explain that!"

"Simple enough. He had already been wounded by me and Junior Sister Huang working together, and his injuries had not yet healed." Wei Zhao remained unhurried, smiling as he shrugged. "Besides, back in the Zhen Duan Sea, I happened to obtain two Golden Cores. After taking them, I advanced. One side waxes as the other wanes, and it was a surprise attack besides—is it so strange that I crippled Old Kong?"

The crowd nodded again at these words. They knew of Huang Xiaotao's heaven-defying talent, and they also knew that Wei Zhao's aptitude was "mediocre," so they had preconceived notions: to wound a peak early Nascent Soul expert like Old Kong, the credit must belong chiefly to Huang Xiaotao. This Ling Yi was merely making up the numbers.

Even the second, solitary exchange afterward must have been because the injuries Huang Xiaotao had inflicted were too severe. Given her top-grade aptitude, it was no surprise at all that she could fight far above her level. And Ling Yi himself had said the second time was both a matter of one side waxing as the other waned and a surprise attack—which meant the man must have underestimated his opponent.

With so many preconditions laid out, the so-called "early Golden Core instantly slaying a peak early Nascent Soul" was born. All this analysis led to only one conclusion: this Ling Yi was lucky—it did not prove he was truly so heaven-defying.

"Everything my senior brother said is true. I can vouch for it." At this moment Huang Xiaotao stepped forward, seizing the opportunity. She wanted to be with Wei Zhao, but since Wei Zhao still did not wish to join the Morning Star Academy, she naturally had to find a way to help him slip free.

As a highly regarded direct disciple, compared to a nobody like Cheng Qitian who had appeared out of nowhere, Huang Xiaotao's words clearly carried more credibility. The East Sea Divine Nun absolutely believed her own disciple, and Ling Yuanqing and Wei Hebei had not the slightest doubt either.

That single sentence from Huang Xiaotao was essentially enough to seal the verdict on today's affair.

"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" He had been on the verge of success, and now everything had crumbled in an instant. Cheng Qitian was beside himself with fury. In his shame and rage he pointed at Huang Xiaotao. "With the strength of this little bitch, how could she have gravely wounded Old Kong? When I went to seize her back then, she was hiding behind Ling Yi, trembling with fear, and couldn't even—"

Before Cheng Qitian could finish, the atmosphere on the spot plunged to freezing point. Everyone instinctively held their breath. The East Sea Divine Nun's icy voice rang out: "Who did you call a little bitch? Who were you trying to seize?"

"I—" Only now did Cheng Qitian realize what he had just said, and cold sweat poured down his head. He hastily tried to make amends, but it was already too late. The East Sea Divine Nun was a mighty summit-stage giant, and she had always been the most protective of her own. Why would she give an ant like him the chance to speak and make amends?

Cheng Qitian could not utter half a sentence. He had barely gotten out the word "I" when he felt a cold and mighty pressure rolling over him, blotting out the sky and covering the earth. It was like a towering mountain weighing ten thousand jun crashing down upon his head, leaving him unable to breathe at all.

A deathly silence fell over the whole scene. Only Cheng Qitian's ragged gasping remained, like a bellows at work, the veins on his face bulging, his eyes savage and starting from their sockets. A moment later he violently spewed a great mouthful of fresh blood—and dropped dead on the spot.

Looking at Cheng Qitian's wretched corpse on the ground, Wei Zhaotong nearly wet himself with fright. While no one was noticing him, he hurriedly retreated to a corner, not daring to make a sound.

Qin Deli was likewise frightened out of his wits, cursing inwardly without pause, wishing he could seize Wei Zhaotong and slap him fourteen thousand times. What kind of pig-brained teammates had he gone and found!

If you want to seek death yourself, fine, but now you've dragged me down with you and left me with no way out. What am I supposed to do now?

It was not only these two with guilty consciences—even Wei Zhao felt his heart pound at the sight.

A summit-stage giant truly was a godlike existence. He had once heard Ghost Thing say that some powerful beings did not need to lift a finger—a single glance could kill you. Wei Zhao had thought that a bit exaggerated, but this scene before his eyes had verified those words in the most concrete way!

However worthless Cheng Qitian might have been, he was still a genuine late Golden Core expert—and without so much as moving a finger, she had casually slaughtered him like that. The fearsome power of a summit-stage giant truly surpassed imagination.

Of all those present, only Ling Yuanqing and Wei Hebei remained unmoved and unimpressed. An existence no better than an ant had dared to call the East Sea Divine Nun's direct disciple a little bitch to her face—what was that if not courting death?

For all that the East Sea Divine Nun was known to favor quiet cultivation, her personal style was in fact the classic meeting of violence with violence, very much in the spirit of the wrathful guardian deities of the Buddhist faith. Especially where her precious disciple was concerned—killing one man was nothing; not wiping out his entire family was already merciful.

"Thank you, Master, for standing up for your disciple." At Wang Xinyan's prompting, Huang Xiaotao clung to the East Sea Divine Nun's arm and said gratefully.

"Xiaotao, remember this: no matter who dares to harm you, just tell your master. Your master may not like killing, but she has never minded it either." The East Sea Divine Nun patted Huang Xiaotao's hand lightly, then glanced at the corpse on the ground and said calmly, "Clean it up. Don't spoil everyone's mood."

"Yes, yes." Qi Wenmo was briefly taken aback, then hurriedly nodded and complied, ordering men to drag Cheng Qitian's corpse out like a dead dog—while secretly gloating inside.

Cheng Qitian had been his bitter foe for years, forever making trouble for him. Only out of fear of the Venomous Eye Mercenary Corps had Qi Wenmo never dared to strike a fatal blow. He had never expected such an unexpected delight today.

With Cheng Qitian dead at the East Sea Divine Nun's hand, his father Cheng Haonan would not even think of avenging his son—he would likely be so frightened he'd wet his pants, terrified that if she took offense, she might wipe out the entire Venomous Eye Mercenary Corps along with them.

For all that the Venomous Eye Mercenary Corps had long swaggered about the Wei Hu Sea, they were only ferocious within their own den. Before a summit-stage giant like the East Sea Divine Nun, resistance was nonsense—their life and death lay entirely in her whim.

"Speak. What exactly happened?" Ling Yuanqing turned to Qin Deli once more. (To be continued)