Chapter 11671 — This Boy's Methods Grow Ever More Ruthless
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Not only had Wei Zhao and his ten great sin-lords vanished without a trace; even the middle and lower echelons had scattered into nothing, quietly slipping underground, hiding themselves amid the markets and lanes of the Inner Royal Court, leaving behind not the slightest remnant of their former monolithic dominance.
Even the forces closely tied to Wei Zhao, such as the Prince Zhao and Prince Han households, kept only an empty shell on the surface.
Their core strength, like Wei Zhao's bloc, had vanished into thin air.
The outcome left everyone utterly dumbfounded.
The writing was plainly on the wall: Wei Zhao had turned into a shrinking turtle and gone into hiding!
"Fierce as anyone when it's time to be fierce, and more turtled-up than anyone when it's time to turtle up—what kind of freak is this?"
The ones most thoroughly miserable at this moment were the great powers, headed by the Prince Qin household.
As the receding wave of the new era, they knew well enough that their position was precarious.
Before, at least, there had been a taller Wei Zhao standing in front to shield them, and they had felt some ground beneath their feet.
Now, fine and dandy—Wei Zhao had struck a spark, set the entire Inner Royal Court ablaze, and then dusted off his hands and bolted; is that something a human being does?
For a time, every great power went mad.
They had long known a great upheaval was coming, but no one had imagined it would arrive in such a bizarre manner!
Now no one had any retreat left; they could only stake everything on a single throw, fixing their gaze on the Godking Haotian in the hope of plucking a stroke of fortune great enough to carry them through the upheaval.
The Godking Haotian might have been fished out by Wei Zhao, but who, in the hidden workings of fate, dared say this was not a heaven-sent opportunity decreed by the heavens themselves?
Thus, even knowing full well it was an open stratagem, the various factions had no choice but to focus their efforts on the Godking Haotian.
The tide of the age they formed was such that even Yi Liuchao, a quasi-god powerhouse, could not hold it back for a time; rather, he found himself stretched thin and passive on every front.
It had to be said—Wei Zhao's fire had been set with considerable success.
Meanwhile, Wei Zhao himself had returned to the Realm of Sin, and personally settled in Prince Zhao's household lands and his other allies.
His strategy this time could be summed up in a single word.
Vanishing.
Jiang Xiaoshang offered his heartfelt appraisal: "Your style, you old schemer, is starting to carry more and more of my youthful flair."
Wei Zhao's face was all righteous indignation: "Old schemer? What I call this is knowing when to act and when not to. As a member of the receding wave, I personally opened the new era and did my duty—is that wrong?"
Jiang Xiaoshang gave him a sidelong look: "Then why'd you run?"
"Only a fool wouldn't run. I've already done my duty; sticking around to be the whole Inner Royal Court's target would mean there's something wrong with my head."
Wei Zhao snorted.
Jiang Xiaoshang choked for a long while: "You make such a good point, I actually can't refute it."
Wei Zhao nodded without a shred of shame: "My part in the Inner Royal Court's drama is done for now. Stepping back of my own accord and leaving the stage to others—that's what I call self-awareness. I know exactly how much I weigh."
Jiang Xiaoshang was caught between laughter and tears: "Then when do you plan to take the stage again?"
Wei Zhao smiled: "Naturally, once the rising waves have all made their entrance, I'll pick the most suitable moment to cut back in."
That was the essence of vanishing.
Start the fight first in an unexpected way, withdraw swiftly, then wait for the right time to re-enter and reap the harvest.
It was a complete strategy.