Chapter 11671 — This Boy's Methods Grow Ever More Ruthless
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Even so, the mere fact of his current state was enough to send the entire Inner Royal Court into a frenzy.
After all, that was the Godking Haotian himself!
To have even the faintest brush with him was, for every soul in the Inner Royal Court, a peerless stroke of fortune beyond all measure.
And if one were lucky enough to catch the Godking Haotian's eye—or even inherit his orthodoxy—that would be a single step into the heavens, an ascent beyond imagining!
Even the composed men of the Prince Qin household could not help but burn with eagerness and stir restlessly; the other factions need not even be mentioned.
Only Prince Qin's gaze remained fixed upon Wei Zhao.
"This boy's methods grow ever more ruthless."
The others grasped his meaning at once, and the way they looked at Wei Zhao turned even more wary.
Looking back now, the entire rhythm of today's affair had lain wholly in Wei Zhao's hands—from Yi Liuchao, a quasi-god powerhouse, and even the slumbering Godking Haotian above, down to the common folk of the Inner Royal Court below; every one of them had followed his tempo without the slightest control of their own.
Put themselves in his place—had they stood where Wei Zhao stood, even armed with his strength, they would have found it hard to handle matters with such smooth, seasoned cunning.
The more they dwelt on the details, the more their blood ran cold.
"This boy is the greatest threat my Prince Qin household will face."
Prince Qin repeated the words.
This time no one harbored a shred of doubt; all agreed wholeheartedly.
Yet the lords of the other factions saw it differently.
At this moment their attention was fixed, first and foremost, on the Godking Haotian, but in the end they had not entirely forgotten Wei Zhao—after all, he was the one who had set all of this in motion.
Their conclusion, however, was the exact opposite of Prince Qin's.
"Offending the Godking Haotian in such a fashion? The man doesn't even know how to write the word 'death,' haha."
Such was the prevailing view among the faction lords.
Whatever means Wei Zhao had used, this time he had surely offended the Godking Haotian beyond all repair.
By the reckoning of the vast majority, offending any god-level powerhouse never ended well—let alone offending the Godking Haotian himself.
Most likely, the Godking Haotian would not even need to lift a finger; his underlings alone could grind Wei Zhao into the dirt and leave him with no place even to be buried.
Nor was that view wholly mistaken; in truth, Yi Liuchao at this very moment did harbor the intention of crushing Wei Zhao's bones and scattering his ashes.
But his most pressing priority was to first stabilize the Godking Haotian's condition.
For one thing, cultivators from every faction across the Inner Royal Court were swarming hither at this very moment, racing desperately toward this place in hopes of skimming some profit off the Godking Haotian; he had to devise and lay down sufficiently powerful prohibitions to cut off these ants' harassment of the Godking.
For another, Yi Liuchao had to find some way to keep the Godking Haotian locked in his slumber.
Should the Godking Haotian awaken under such circumstances, the first to suffer would inevitably be Yi Liuchao himself.
When that time came, he would most likely be ahead of Wei Zhao on the road to ruin.
So for now he had no attention to spare for Wei Zhao at all.
And that gave Wei Zhao his chance to slip away.
While every eye was drawn elsewhere, Wei Zhao quietly departed the Son of Heaven's palace.
Two days later, someone finally realized, belatedly, that the vast Yeyang Palace had been emptied—not a soul left within!