Chapter 4089 — Battle Against a Golden Core
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
A mid-stage Golden Core expert was truly not to be trifled with! [Wei Zhao]'s heart went cold, but before he could draw a breath of relief, two more hideous giant claws came sweeping toward him head-on, accompanied by the middle-aged man's sneer: "A mere peak late-stage Foundation Establishment, and you escaped one of my claws—you're hardly ordinary. What a pity you still won't escape death today!"
The two giant claws closed in from left and right, giving [Wei Zhao] no chance to react and dodge again. Even the Butterfly Microstep could not wholly evade them this time; to keep fleeing was simply to die. With no way out, [Wei Zhao] steeled himself and chose to meet them head-on.
Wildfire Eight-Trigram Palm, Form Twenty-Eight! Fixing on one of the hideous giant claws, [Wei Zhao] gritted his teeth and struck with all his might, his body following close behind the blow as he readied himself to seize a chance to break through. This was the strongest martial technique he currently commanded—if even this could not break the other's giant claw, then today his prospects were truly grim.
Boom! The Wildfire Eight-Trigram Palm struck the giant claw dead-on, as expected, and the incomparably savage true qi collided in a frenzy, instantly whipping up a horrifying storm. Every plant and tree within a hundred zhang was leveled, torn into the sky by the gale of surging true qi until it blotted out the sun and the sky, as though the end of days had come.
"Hm? Power no less than the early Golden Core stage—just what sort of background do you have, boy?" The middle-aged man frowned at the sight.
An ordinary peak late-stage Foundation Establishment expert—let alone trading blows with his giant claw—would not even leave a whole corpse after a single strike. This boy before him was a thorough anomaly.
Yet even with power comparable to the early Golden Core stage, compared to him—a genuine mid-stage Golden Core expert—the gap was still a full order of magnitude. They were simply not on the same level.
Bang! Amid the chaos, [Wei Zhao]'s body shot backward like an arrow, spitting out a mouthful of glaring crimson blood in midair. In a single exchange, he had already suffered no light internal injury.
In the end, the Wildfire Eight-Trigram Palm, Form Twenty-Eight, could not hold off the other's hideous giant claw, and merely canceled out a portion of its power. [Wei Zhao] was not killed outright, but his internal organs had been shaken entirely out of place, his belly churning as if a river had been turned over—a dire situation indeed.
"Oh? Still not dead? You really are a sight to behold, boy. For a mere peak late-stage Foundation Establishment to hold out this far, you're a genius the likes of which is rarely seen. What a pity—I've never known how to cherish talent. And I'm rather ashamed to say my greatest hobby is snuffing out so-called geniuses like you!" The middle-aged man laughed with a harsh, grating cackle.
As he spoke, the middle-aged man's expression abruptly turned utterly grim and cruel, and two more hideous giant claws materialized out of thin air. This time, [Wei Zhao] even faintly heard what seemed the roar of some ancient savage beast!
[Wei Zhao]'s face changed drastically. Paying no heed to the searing pain from his organs, he gritted his teeth and drove the Butterfly Microstep with all his strength.
Boom! Plants and earth sprayed outward as [Wei Zhao] was grazed by the giant claw once more, his whole body sent flying again by the true qi, and his already serious internal injuries worsened further.
"At this rate, I'm dead for certain today!" [Wei Zhao] knew his situation had reached a matter of life and death. If he could not produce some effective countermeasure, the next moment might well see him die a miserable death here.