Chapter 4229 — Someone Cuts In
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Even if a single blow could not be fatal, it should at least have left him gravely wounded, unable to fight again for some time. Yet judging by Old Kong's bearing now, though he was injured, the wounds were far from leaving him incapable of battle.
This man was likely at least a peak early-stage Nascent Soul expert!
With Wei Zhao's current strength—even as a perfect-breakthrough early-stage Golden Core cultivator, even joining hands with Huang Xiaotao—there was absolutely no chance of matching someone like this.
"Old Kong, kill that man for me, now! Keep the woman alive—bring her back!" Cheng Qitian stamped his feet and cursed in a fury of shame.
Yet he himself did not dare make a move for the moment. Furious as he was, he had been thoroughly frightened by Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao's earlier display. Even Old Kong's strength seemed to have taken no small injury—if that blow had landed on him, would he not have died on the spot?
"Yes!" Old Kong answered at once, brimming with killing intent. In truth, he needed no orders from Cheng Qitian—he was absolutely determined to hack this ant Wei Zhao to pieces to vent the hatred in his heart.
Seeing this, Wei Zhao's heart sank. Even wounded, with the man now on his guard, he and Huang Xiaotao together would stand no chance; and if the late-stage Golden Core Cheng Qitian joined in, one misstep today and they would truly die here.
Wei Zhao gritted his teeth. Their only sliver of survival lay in seizing the moment while the enemy was still wary—hoisting Huang Xiaotao onto his shoulder and, if they could reach the back of the spirit bird before the other side reacted, taking off amid the chaos and fleeing. Only then was there a faint hope.
Even so, that hope was desperately slim. The spirit bird had just been led away by the servant; Wei Zhao had noted its position earlier, so it would be easy enough to find—but the problem was that even after taking flight, the enemy had flying spirit beasts of their own, and could even goad them into a berserk frenzy, faster than the spirit bird on their side. Even if the enemy reacted a beat late, they could still give chase.
Wei Zhao could not help cursing their ill luck. This trip to the Wei Arc sea region had barely begun, and already they had run into such an unforeseen crisis—a truly inauspicious start.
But it was too late for regrets now, and Wei Zhao had never been one for regrets anyway. All that remained was to fight desperately and carve a bloody path out. He had weathered many a storm; this was nothing to be afraid of.
Yet just as Wei Zhao was about to risk everything in a desperate gambit, a mocking voice suddenly rang out from somewhere nearby.
"Tsk, if it isn't young Master Cheng? What brings you out here today, showing off with your two little stepmothers again? Tut tut, how did Old Kong get beaten until he's puking blood? Don't tell me the showing off failed and the whole thing came crashing down? Oh, how delightful, hahahaha!" The owner of the voice was a man dressed in a black training robe.
Hearing this undisguised mockery—especially those grating words "little stepmothers"—Cheng Qitian's already ugly expression flushed crimson, while the onlookers all burst into knowing laughter, pointing and whispering among themselves. (To be continued..) R527