Chapter 3957 — The Death of Meng Jueming
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So this time, to ensure that nothing could possibly go wrong, Wei Zhao had to give it everything he had. If it were possible, let alone twenty-three true qi bombs, even two hundred and thirty would have been no trouble at all.
Yet judging by the scene before him, the power of those twenty-three true qi bombs had not only successfully triggered the mine collapse he had anticipated—it had been more than sufficient, in fact; one might even say the power had gone too far, far beyond anything Wei Zhao had imagined.
"Hm?" In the midst of the chaos, Wei Zhao suddenly noticed a spirit jade hurtling out from beside him, punching clean through a stone pillar five meters thick in the mine shaft. Its terrifying penetration and lethality were enough to set a man's scalp crawling.
Spirit jade was exceedingly hard, its hardness far above that of ordinary rock. In normal times it might pose no problem at all, but now it was undoubtedly a lethal weapon.
The mining district was naturally rich in spiritual energy. Even here in the No. 10 dead mining district, countless spirit jades lay buried deep behind the stone walls, and the density of spiritual energy was beyond question. And in such an enclosed space, dense with spiritual energy, this was nothing short of a natural super-giant spiritual energy bomb.
From all the signs, under the detonation of Wei Zhao's twenty-three true qi bombs, this super-giant spiritual energy bomb had already begun to show signs of being set off.
Once it truly came to that—a massive explosion of spiritual energy within the mine—with its unparalleled speed, combined with the hardness and penetrating force of the spirit jade, every piece of jade in this place would become a weapon of mass slaughter. Even a Golden Core expert would have no hope of escaping unscathed.
Wei Zhao was startled out of his wits. There was no time to think further; by sheer instinct for self-preservation, he erupted true qi from every pore of his body and, at an astonishing speed that surpassed his utmost limits, shot through the air like a cannonball toward the mine passage.
At that very moment, Meng Jueming was also struggling for his life with all his might. But because he stood much closer to the cavern wall than Wei Zhao, and his speed was nowhere near as swift, he was swallowed by the cascade of flying rocks in the blink of an eye.
Originally, according to Wei Zhao's plan, the force of the mine collapse alone might not have been enough to bury Meng Jueming. The collapse was only a pretext; he had intended to take advantage of the chaos to strike Meng Jueming a fatal blow. There were only two guards, after all—amid the confusion, so long as he struck fast enough, it would not be difficult to do it without anyone being the wiser.
But now there was no need for that. From the look of things, if he did not flee for his life with everything he had, even Wei Zhao himself might end up buried here. Ever since the first spirit jade had come hurtling out, the situation had gone far beyond his control.
"Damn it! I'm still going to take up the post of Third Pavilion Master—how could I die in a hellhole like this..." Amid the flying rocks, Meng Jueming's eyes were bloodshot and his whole body drenched in blood. Screaming hoarsely, he fought desperately to catch up with Wei Zhao.
Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, a piece of spirit jade suddenly punched through his back and out his chest, piercing his heart without the slightest doubt. In an instant, Meng Jueming had no heartbeat—or to be precise, no heart.
Right after that, countless more rocks, mingled with that dreaded spirit jade, came howling through every part of his body. Meng Jueming was torn to pieces in an instant, dead beyond any shadow of a doubt.