Chapter 2825 — A Disciple of the Dark Night Palace
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"You mean that? You will not do a thing?" Young Hero Yang knew well enough how the Earth Tyrant had been wounded, yet he could not bring himself to believe that Zhang Naipao would truly stand there and let himself be struck without lifting a finger. Why should he fear such a man?
In his reckoning, so long as he never touched Zhang Naipao's body, there should be nothing to worry about. He had heard of Zhang Naipao's exploits at the Ice Palace Trial, and he knew that Zhang Naipao possessed a divine art called the Bee-Devouring Divine Art, which could drain a cultivator's strength and make it his own. The same must hold true here. The Earth Tyrant had been wounded because his hand had made contact with Zhang Naipao; this time, he must avoid that at all costs.
"Of course it is true," Zhang Naipao said placidly. "With the little strength you have, you are not worthy of my lifting a hand."
"Fine, then. Do not blame me for showing no mercy!" Hearing Zhang Naipao's words, Young Hero Yang's heart settled at once. He thrust out a hand and drew a ring from his waist. He must have worked some mental incantation, for the ring suddenly turned crimson and a circle of red flame blazed up around it.
This was Young Hero Yang's heaven-tier divine weapon. He came from Flame Mountain; though he was not the young master of Flame Mountain, he was a direct-line disciple, a future elder in the making, and so the sect had bestowed upon him a rather formidable heaven-tier divine weapon.
"Die!" A savage light flashed in Young Hero Yang's eyes. The flame ring in his hand, borne along by the aura that burst abruptly from him, came crashing down toward Zhang Naipao's head. "Blazing Triple Ring Cry — Fifteenth Form!"
From the very first move he unleashed his strongest martial technique, the fifteenth form of a heaven-tier martial art, and with a heaven-tier divine weapon besides, raising the power of his technique to yet greater heights. Plainly he meant to kill Zhang Naipao with a single blow.
In the trial grounds, a death was simply a death; the Mystic Pill Sect required only that no one be killed within the inn. It had never said that killing was forbidden in the trial grounds. The Mystic Pill Sect had said only that conflicts should be avoided as much as possible—but whether conflicts arose was up to the cultivators themselves. This was precisely why Zhang Naipao dared to rob others.
Zhang Naipao did not move at all. He simply stood where he was—though his mental incantation was circulating all the while. This was the first time he had faced an expert at the peak of the heaven tier's middle stage. Still, when he had been at the peak of the earth tier's late stage, the highest level of cultivator he could slay in an instant had been the heaven tier's middle stage. Now that he was himself an expert of the heaven tier's early stage, the highest level he could slay in an instant would naturally rise with the tide. So slaying a cultivator at the peak of the heaven tier's middle stage should still be within his power.
"Boom!"
The flame ring smashed into Zhang Naipao's head, and at once a gash opened on it so deep that the bone showed, blood pouring out in streams. Had Zhang Naipao not had true qi shielding his body, that single blow might well have beaten him to death.
Beside him, Mo Ba was quick of eye and hand. He fumbled out a Minor Restoration Pill and thrust it into Zhang Naipao's mouth. Zhang Naipao circulated his mental incantation for a while and only then recovered fully; the wound on his head had already scabbed over.
"Phew..." Zhang Naipao drew a deep breath. An expert at the peak of the heaven tier's middle stage was truly not to be underestimated. Fortunately he had his divine art shielding his body, so the other's technique could not land on him in full; otherwise, that one blow would have left him either dead or gravely wounded.