Chapter 3956 — Any Last Words?
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So it was that after his cold sweat, Meng Jueming quickly regained his composure. A mining accident, of all things—pure nonsense.
At that, Wei Zhao paused mid-step and glanced back at him mildly. "A dead end? I suppose so. After all, you know too much. If I don't bury you here today, it would be a great inconvenience to me."
Meng Jueming froze. He was just opening his mouth to sneer when his expression abruptly changed—the rock wall behind him had begun to tremble violently, and cracks were spreading across it, thread after thread of fierce, tyrannical true qi seeping out from within.
"Impossible! What devilry is this?" Meng Jueming was beside himself with terror. A moment ago he could still laugh off Wei Zhao's talk of a mining accident; now cracks were opening in the heavily warded tunnel walls, and the mining accident had become a reality before his eyes.
Sensing the danger, Meng Jueming turned and bolted without a moment's hesitation. With his mid-stage Foundation Establishment strength, he was confident he could weather an ordinary mining accident—but given the chance, he would of course rather put plenty of distance between himself and it.
Besides, however hard it was to believe, this mining accident was nine parts out of ten Wei Zhao's doing behind the scenes—any fool could see that—and if he took it lightly, he might well capsize in a ditch.
Meng Jueming's reaction was swift indeed, yet before he had run more than a few steps, the tunnel wall behind him exploded with a roar. At the same moment, the other twenty-two points Wei Zhao had probed burst apart as well.
Boom! The layers of protective formations laid over the mine collapsed in an instant. The vast No. 10 mine caved in with a thunderous crash; countless shards of rock flew in every direction, mingled here and there with no small amount of spirit jade. Even the roof of the tunnel began to come down in great collapsing sheets—a terrifying spectacle of the end of the world.
"Just as expected. Twenty-three true qi bombs detonating at once is more than enough to manufacture a mining accident!" Wei Zhao looked back at the scene and nodded to himself.
For a full three hours and more that afternoon, under the pretext of searching for the top-grade spirit eye, he had planted twenty-three true qi bombs in the tunnel walls right under Meng Jueming's nose. So long as they were detonated simultaneously, a mining accident could be engineered—and Meng Jueming buried here for good.
Such was Wei Zhao's plan. He had no way of knowing how much force it would take to pierce the various protective formations here, and so he had spent all that time pushing the power at his command to its very limit.
Twenty-three true qi bombs—that was the utmost Wei Zhao could control at present, for each one had to be held in check by his spiritual sense lest it detonate at once, and taken singly, each was far weaker than the top-grade true qi bomb he had used against Nan Tianyong. But the twenty-three together, in total true qi and in sheer destructive force, far surpassed that earlier strike—five times over at the very least. R1152