Chapter 4227 — Into the Tiger's Den
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Still, once the boy came to his senses, he would surely come fawning and begging, meekly offering the woman over of his own accord—though whether he would live long enough to do so was another matter entirely.
"Oh? Then let us wait and see. Show me just how fast you can be!" Wei Zhao answered with an equally cold laugh, the killing intent in his heart surging ever more violently.
Cheng Qitian did indeed seem a man of formidable backing—the fact that he could keep a full Nascent Soul expert as a mere attendant was proof enough of that. But to capitulate the moment one arrived was not Wei Zhao's way, and to hand Huang Xiaotao over besides—never mind whether she would consent, she was the reverse scale at his throat, and how could he not erupt in fury?
It was simply that this place was strange to him and he knew no one. Had they been on the North Island or the Central Island, he would have struck at once and killed this insufferably arrogant Cheng Qitian outright. With Huang Xiaotao at his side, after all, he was invincible among Golden Core cultivators; caught off guard, the man would surely have been struck down. As for that Nascent Soul expert, so long as they escaped this calamity, there would in time be someone to deal with him.
"Good—there's some spine in you. But I would like to see how long you can keep it up!" Cheng Qitian gave a cold snort, then ordered, "Old Kong, we're leaving. Let's see whether this boy dares enter Weihu City in a moment!"
The words had barely fallen when the other party's flying spirit beast whipped up a violent, restless gale and shot swiftly into the distance. In but a short moment it had shrunk to a tiny black speck and vanished from Wei Zhao's and Huang Xiaotao's sight.
Watching that arrogant figure dwindle into the distance, Wei Zhao's expression could not help but turn somewhat grave—though he was rather surprised as well. He had assumed that a man so overbearing would never have the patience to keep waiting, but would simply order that Nascent Soul servant to seize the woman by force.
On paper, after all, he and Huang Xiaotao were only at the early Golden Core stage. By any normal person's reckoning, the two sides were not even on the same level, and snatching what one wanted by force would be a trifling matter.
Yet had the man truly done so, it would instead have given Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao their opening. With one combined strike of their Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm, even a Nascent Soul expert, caught unawares and struck head-on, would certainly be injured—while Cheng Qitian, a late Golden Core cultivator, would fare no better than Xu Lingchong had in his day.
Only, such a thing demanded the most exquisite timing. It had to be utterly foolproof: once they made their move, there would be no second chance. Since the other party had not let arrogance lower his guard and strike, Wei Zhao naturally would not take such a risk for nothing.
"This Cheng Qitian seems to be a practitioner of the evil arts," Wei Zhao said thoughtfully. Several times the man had demanded that Huang Xiaotao come with him of her own accord; the reason he did not simply seize her by force was, presumably, that he wanted her willing.
"What do we do now? Maybe we should turn back?" Huang Xiaotao was somewhat frightened. Having spent so long at the North Island cultivators' guild, she knew well the trouble a beautiful woman could bring, and for that reason she had always been careful, keeping her veil firmly in place. Yet even so, that Cheng Qitian had fixed his eyes on her.
For the lure a woman holds over a man lies not only in a peerless face and a slender, graceful figure—those too exert a most deadly pull.
"How could we? We've come all this way—how can we simply turn back with nothing done?" Wei Zhao shook his head decisively. His own heart was somewhat heavy just now: to provoke such a seemingly powerful local serpent the moment they arrived—how were they to carry out the task ahead?