Chapter 4145 — Full Retreat
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
"Need you even say it? We'll go back and drink our fill. But whatever I have today, I owe entirely to you, Brother Wei Zhao—I'll have to toast you a good few cups for it!" Di Xingdao laughed heartily.
"Brother Tian, you're too serious. I'm nothing more than your quartermaster. That you could reach this point—your own strength is the foundation of it. To be honest, I was really rather worried just now," Wei Zhao said, still somewhat shaken.
At only the early Golden Core stage, his eyesight was not yet sharp enough to see through a contest at such a level. When Di Xingdao had been hammered by Nan Tian Liuguang a moment ago, driven back under a barrage with seemingly no power to fight back, his palms had truly been sweating.
"Heh heh, no need to be astonished, brother. The ferocity of our Creation Battle Art is no empty talk—crushing those of the same level, or even above it, is entirely normal. A half-baked early Xuan Ascension like Nan Tian Liuguang is not worth taking seriously at all. Once you reach this level, you'll understand what I mean," Di Xingdao explained with a smile.
"Hearing you say that, Brother Tian, I'm actually looking forward to it. But right now I'm only at the early Golden Core stage—who knows how long I'll have to wait to reach Nascent Soul Grand Perfection," Wei Zhao said, both excited and rueful.
The higher the realm, the longer the cultivation process, and the harder the breakthroughs become. For an ordinary person at the Golden Core level, being stuck for decades or even a century without the slightest progress was entirely normal—let alone the Nascent Soul stage above it.
"Others might have to wait until the cows come home, but you, Brother Wei Zhao—I'd bet anything it won't be long at all!" Di Xingdao said with absolute certainty.
After all that had happened before, Wei Zhao in his eyes was now even more of a madman than Zhang Lifeng, the Pill God—if even a freak like him got stuck at the mere Golden Core and Nascent Soul realms, Di Xingdao would sooner cut off his own head and kick it around like a ball.
"I can only hope so. Then I'll take your kind words, Brother Tian!" Wei Zhao laughed.
Watching the backs of Wei Zhao and Di Xingdao as they departed, the assembled great figures—the Lord of Zhongding Island included—all wore complicated expressions. Only Chu Wentian, who had done Di Xingdao a favor in advance, looked utterly at ease.
Among the crowd, the grandfather and grandson Zheng Dongjue and Zheng Tianshuo looked especially grim. They had come today hoping to watch Di Xingdao lose the post of Deputy Lord and make a fool of himself—never expecting such an unforeseen twist.
More to the point, killing Nan Tian Liuguang in a single move—such appalling, ferocious strength was heavy on the mind just to think about. As Deputy Hall Master of the Pill Hall, even Zheng Dongjue could not help his calves trembling before such a monster.
"I say we let the matter of Tian Chan drop. Tianchu, you'd best not go looking for trouble. Di Xingdao is a brute—if he's truly provoked, there's no telling what he might do, and when that time comes, even your grandfather won't be able to protect you." Zheng Dongjue sighed helplessly and spoke in a low, somber voice.
This was the plain truth. Before, having never seen Di Xingdao truly fight, he had not known how much of his strength the man had recovered, and so he had clung to a shred of hope. But to keep harboring such illusions now would be sheer idiocy.
"Grandfather, your grandson... your grandson understands," Zheng Tianshuo answered through gritted teeth, utterly unwilling, yet however foolish he was, he was not foolish enough to be hopeless.