Chapter 4265 — The Conflict Erupts
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"Who am I? Hmph—a mere ant in the early Foundation Establishment stage, do you really think you have the right to know?" The gray-robed man sneered with a harsh, grating laugh, his tone dripping with contempt. "Save your strength. If you think you can play tricks with me, you are far too green! Hand over the infant ginseng now, and I might consider letting you live!"
"It is true that we came for the infant ginseng as well, but there is one thing you have gotten wrong, sir. The infant ginseng is not in our hands—if it were, we would have fled long ago. Why would we still be lingering in a godforsaken place like this?" Wei Zhao said, his expression unchanging.
"Heh heh, I told you not to play games with me, and you still will not take the warning, boy?" The gray-robed man burst out laughing, a laugh steeped in murderous intent, his already ugly face twisting into something even more ferocious and hideous. "The infant ginseng is not in your hands? Do you mean to tell me it ran off? Hmph—the mist is the infant ginseng's protective shroud. While the ginseng lives, the mist remains; when the ginseng dies, the mist disperses. And now the mist has scattered completely, which can only prove one thing: the infant ginseng must have fallen into your hands. Besides, I heard you from up in the sky just now—you said it might bring trouble. If you had not taken the ginseng, what would you have to feel guilty about?"
Listening to the gray-robed man's grating laughter, Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao could only exchange a speechless glance. This man was not only ferocious in appearance and formidable in strength—even his powers of analysis were rather formidable. With things having come to this point, it seemed there would be no peaceful end today.
"This…" Wei Zhao deliberately put on an expression of having his petty scheme seen through, of guilty alarm, while the hand gripping Huang Xiaotao's tightened ever so slightly.
Though Huang Xiaotao was nervous at that moment, her rapport with Wei Zhao was beyond doubt. Feeling the pressure from his hand, she understood at once.
"What? Still want to keep arguing?" A hint of smugness crept into the gray-robed man's expression. In his eyes, Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao were merely two early Foundation Establishment cultivators—insignificant ants, not worth mentioning. If it truly came to blows, a casual slap would be enough to swat them dead.
But with the gap in strength so plain before him, simply killing them outright would be no fun. A cat, having caught a mouse, must always toy with it a while. The gray-robed man had always considered himself brilliantly clever, and at a time like this, of course he had to crush his opponents with sheer intellect—only thus could he savor a pleasure out of the ordinary.
Yet just as the gray-robed man was about to relish another round of intellectual superiority, Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao—who had seemed so cowed and hesitant ever since his sudden appearance—struck without the slightest warning!
An instant before, both had still worn expressions of shock, still mice being idly batted about by a cat's paw. But in the next instant, the sharp, biting aura around them surged skyward, and without a word they drove their cultivation to its absolute limit—the Frenzied Fire Eight-Trigram Combined Palm!
Two little mice driven to desperation had, in the blink of an eye, transformed into wolves fighting desperately for their lives. The ruthless resolve radiating from the pair at that moment made even the gray-robed man's heart skip a beat, and a chill rose within him.
As a cultivator of the Nascent Soul stage, he would never in his wildest dreams have imagined that two little ants of the early Foundation Establishment stage, instead of trying to flee, would dare to strike at him first. If word of this got out, it would be utterly unbelievable—was the world going mad?