Chapter 11626 — The Blade of Fortune Qi
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The ten million layers of blade shadows raised by the blade of fortune qi halted dead in an instant.
What was going on!
Watching his own blade of fortune qi shatter before his eyes, Mr. Gu's face was written all over with astonishment; he was utterly dumbstruck.
This was a blade of fortune qi, an existence condensed from ten million in fortune qi—in theory no weapon ought to be able to clash head-on with it. So how had it shattered just like that?
Was it the sword? Or was it the effect of that dragon soul?
Mr. Gu was completely at a loss, little knowing that this was merely one layer of the mystery of Wei Zhao's dragon soul.
It was called resonance.
As the name suggested, it meant adjusting frequency to achieve resonance with the opponent.
In fact, against ordinary weapons, resonance could certainly produce a destructive effect, but it was very difficult to achieve such striking results.
The blade of fortune qi was a solid entity condensed from fortune qi, and its very principle of formation relied on the ultra-high-frequency entanglement and vibration between strands of fortune qi—so this time it had run straight into the muzzle of the dragon soul's mystery.
A proper weapon could at least hold out for a while before shattering.
The blade of fortune qi, by contrast, once its resonance point was found, shattered in an instant—exactly as was happening now.
Mr. Gu possessed no such madman's insight, and for a moment he simply could not work out what had happened at all—but the more baffling it was, the greater the impact Wei Zhao's move dealt him.
It was awesome without being understood, and terrifying upon closer thought.
But matters had come to this point, and he had no time to ponder other countermeasures; in his urgency he could only once again smash down ten million in fortune qi and recondense a blade of fortune qi.
The only thing he could still pin his hopes on was that Wei Zhao's strike had been nothing but a lucky fluke.
Or perhaps Wei Zhao had already spent everything he had to shatter that first blade of fortune qi, his last card played out.
But harsh reality dealt him a stinging slap across the face.
With a dragon's roar, the second blade of fortune qi shattered just as the first had.
At that, Mr. Gu's heart sank to the very bottom of his chest.
Reason told him the wisest course now was to flee at once and abandon Prince Han's estate.
But he could not bring himself to accept it.
He had laid his plans for so long, poured in so much thought and effort, finally seized such a heaven-sent opportunity; the meat was already at his lips, and he would only get to swallow a single morsel. Who in his place could accept that?
"Impossible! No one is going to stop me!"
Mr. Gu gritted his teeth and slammed down a full twenty million in fortune qi, and to his own astonishment condensed twin blades of fortune qi.
Even Wei Zhao could not help but feel his eyelids twitch.
If nothing else, the man's scale of spending really was nothing to sneeze at.
One had to understand that while these blades of fortune qi were indeed incomparably fierce, compared with other weapons they carried one fatal flaw.
They were single-use consumables.
Pour ten million in fortune qi into them, and no matter how you used them along the way, they would scatter on their own once the time limit ran out.
This was pure, unadulterated extravagance.
Otherwise, blades of fortune qi would have been everywhere long ago; after all, for experts at the Venerable Realm, especially Earth-Rank Venerables and above, ten million in fortune qi was a huge sum, but grit one's teeth and it was not impossible to scrape together.
But to sink ten million in fortune qi merely for a time-limited consumable—that was genuinely more than an ordinary cultivator could bear.