Chapter 2845 — He Actually Lost
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Besides, Zhang Naipao was no slow runner; whether they could catch him at all was another matter entirely. So Wei Zhao felt only the faintest pang of regret before letting it go. Let Zhang Naipao fend for himself—in such a crazed state, even if no spirit beast finished him off, he would never find his way out of here.
Wei Zhao did not believe a man whose mind was no longer clear could still find the teleportation array and leave this place. If the trial ended and Zhang Naipao had not regained his senses, then he would be stuck living here forever.
"Boss, how are you? Are you all right?" Zhao Qilei asked anxiously, seeing Wei Zhao drop to the ground.
"I'm fine. I just used up all the physical strength and true qi in my body—nothing serious," Wei Zhao said, waving a hand. "Let me heal the Thunder Pig first, and then we'll head back to the safe zone and talk!"
"Right." Zhao Qilei hurried over and steadied Wei Zhao.
Feng Shihua, Li Ciba, and Ge Xian were all gazing at Wei Zhao with looks of adoration. They had never expected things to turn around so dramatically—the incomparably formidable Zhang Naipao had actually been defeated by Wei Zhao? It should have been Wei Zhao going mad and losing himself, yet the roles had flipped, and it was Zhang Naipao instead!
Earlier, the three of them had been somewhat hesitant to call Wei Zhao "Boss" the way Zhao Qilei did, out of deference to their own superior strength—they had merely honored him as "Captain." But now, in their hearts, they were already inclined to cultivate a good relationship with Wei Zhao!
"Boss, what should we do with Mo Ba's corpse?" Li Ciba was the most devoted of them all. His fellow disciple had been wounded by Zhang Naipao's hand, and now that Wei Zhao had driven Zhang Naipao mad, no one was happier than he—it was a fine venting of his pent-up fury!
Especially since Zhang Naipao's two lackeys had both been finished off. He was all the more determined that, upon returning to his sect, he would report to his master and have their relationship with Wei Zhao reassessed. But no matter what the sect decided, he had already privately acknowledged Wei Zhao as his boss!
And the word "Boss" came out quite naturally. Only after saying it did Li Ciba feel that his own Heaven-rank strength truly counted for nothing at all. Was Zhang Naipao Heaven-rank? Were Mo Ba and Mo Jiu Heaven-rank?
Dongfang Bushu had been a peak late-stage Heaven-rank expert, and Zhang Naipao had killed him. Yet Wei Zhao, a late-stage Earth-rank expert, had taken down Zhang Naipao and his whole crew. Strength truly could not be judged by rank alone!
"That's right, Boss—what about those two Dark Night Palace lackeys? How should we deal with them?" Ge Xian asked, unwilling to be outdone.
"Boss, those two are trying to slip away. Let me go restrain them first!" Feng Shihua said, volunteering eagerly when he saw the two Dark Night Palace disciples attempting to sneak off.
For a moment, all three were calling Wei Zhao "Boss." Zhao Qilei hurriedly cut in: "Hey, you three may be from the ancient tier, but you joined the boss's camp after me—you have to call me Brother Zhao or Brother Qitan!"
"Fine, no problem!" Li Ciba did not care about such things. Zhao Qilei might be weak in strength, but at least he was one of Wei Zhao's trusted men. They were all in Wei Zhao's camp now—there was no point squabbling over this. Besides, Zhao Qilei had indeed followed Wei Zhao first.