Chapter 4262 — The Golden Manikin
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Witnessing this incredible scene with his own eyes, Wei Zhao was struck dumb with amazement, and Huang Xiaotao at his side was so terrified by the extreme bloodshed that she let out a scream.
Only then did Wei Zhao snap back to his senses with a start, but it was already too late—Huang Xiaotao's scream had drawn the very thing that had been chasing Chu Bubai straight to them.
Wei Zhao hastily lunged forward and shielded Huang Xiaotao behind him. The entity ahead, whatever it might be, came sweeping toward the two of them with unimaginable speed, trailing an aura that defied description yet was incomparably powerful, and even the layered mist all around seemed to part of its own accord to clear a path for it.
Wei Zhao's eyelids twitched wildly as he watched. By the time the entity drew within ten zhang, its form could be made out clearly—it was, astonishingly, something like a little golden manikin.
At that, even Wei Zhao could no longer keep his composure. What in the world, by all that was holy, was this thing?
Something capable of toying with Chu Bubai to death ought, by any reckoning, to be a monster of magnificent and fearsome presence; Wei Zhao had even assumed it must be some mighty spirit beast of the Nascent Soul stage. But what stood before him was a miniature golden manikin—no matter how he looked at it, it bore no relation whatsoever to the word "powerful"!
"Xiaotao, hit it!" Doubt though he might, Wei Zhao dared not be the least bit negligent. At once he had Huang Xiaotao join him, and they unleashed the Raging Fire Eight-Trigram Combined Palm with all their strength.
Had Chu Bubai not served as a warning before them, he might truly have grown careless. But now a bloody example lay right before his eyes—if Wei Zhao still underestimated this golden manikin, he would truly be tired of living!
Besides, the golden manikin came on with menacing force, and wherever it passed, even the stubborn, immovable layers of mist parted to clear its way. If he could not even see that much of its uncommon nature, Wei Zhao could never have lived to this day.
Boom! After so long fighting in tandem, Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao's coordination had grown wonderfully in tune. In an instant their two palms, Raging Fire Eight-Trigram Combined Palm, struck the golden manikin's body simultaneously, neither a hair's breadth before the other.
The golden manikin, charging madly at the two of them, did not even have time to strike before Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao sent it flying backward, and it crashed to the ground a full several dozen zhang away. After a few twitches, it finally moved no more.
Even so, Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao did not let down their guard on that account. This thing was, after all, a formidable being capable of slaughtering Chu Bubai with ease; the power of their Raging Fire Eight-Trigram Combined Palm might gravely wound it, but could not necessarily kill it outright in a single blow—what if this time it was only feigning death?
Wei Zhao shot Huang Xiaotao a look; she nodded in understanding, and the two of them, on guard together, advanced step by step toward the golden manikin lying in the distance.
As they went, one thing struck them as exceedingly strange: the layers of mist around them were slowly thinning, and visibility had improved a great deal. Their spiritual sense perception was beginning to return to normal as well—the mist was gradually dissipating!
Wei Zhao was all the more astonished. He had felt just now that this golden manikin's origins seemed somehow connected to the mist, and now this turn of events only confirmed that conjecture all the more firmly.
To be able to control such troublesome mist—just what sort of being was this golden manikin?
The two of them crept cautiously forward and found that the golden manikin did indeed appear to be dead, unable to move any longer. Yet before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the golden manikin's corpse suddenly stirred.