Chapter 4268 — Luck Comes Knocking
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A top-grade bomb fused from true qi and elixir fire—this was Wei Zhao's true killing move. He had deliberately stalled and dawdled against his opponent all this time precisely in order to condense this bomb!
The gray-robed man had no idea what the thing was, but the aura of extreme danger emanating from it made him shudder with instinctive dread. Unfortunately, to guarantee a one-strike kill on Wei Zhao and his companion, he had gathered all his true qi into his palms, and at this very moment his face had no protection whatsoever.
Boom! The top-grade bomb exploded right against the gray-robed man's face, and the nearby forest trembled with it. The blast startled the entire Spirit Beast Graveyard, and even the spirit beasts and cultivators within a hundred li were so shaken by that suddenly erupting surge of power that they dared not move for a long while.
A single top-grade bomb like that was enough to make the whole Spirit Beast Graveyard quake, and the gray-robed man, unable to dodge in time, was blasted black from head to toe, his face covered in blood.
But the vitality of a Nascent Soul expert was truly terrifying. Even so, the man did not die; blasted as he was, he could only howl in agony.
At this sight, even Wei Zhao himself was startled. The top-grade bomb was his last trump card, and if even this could not kill the gray-robed man, then today's prospects were truly bleak.
Yet once he had a clear look at the gray-robed man's current state, Wei Zhao's hanging heart settled at once. The man was not dead, but he was plainly gravely wounded—and, crucially, his eyes had been blown blind!
Cultivators who had reached the Nascent Soul stage were already well accustomed to perceiving the world through their spiritual sense, but the vast majority of the time they still relied on their eyes.
This was especially evident in the very instant one's eyes were newly blinded: even knowing full well that spiritual sense could replace sight, one would still subconsciously panic and lose one's head, becoming a true blind man.
"At him together—don't give him a chance to catch his breath!" Wei Zhao shot Huang Xiaotao a look and barked in a stern voice.
That last exchange of palms had left both him and Huang Xiaotao seriously injured, and even with his abilities he could not recover in such a short time. But the opportunity could not be lost: right now the gray-robed man was at his most vulnerable, and if they let this moment slip and waited for him to steady himself, all their efforts would be wasted.
With a Nascent Soul expert's strength, once he recovered his wits, even if he could not kill Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao, if he chose to flee, the two of them would have absolutely no way to stop him.
Sure enough, Wei Zhao's deliberately fierce shout left the already panicked and flustered gray-robed man even more at a loss. This was psychological warfare!
Facing an enemy like this, not to mention Wei Zhao, even Huang Xiaotao would never show mercy. Years of trial missions had taught her well that mercy to an enemy was cruelty to oneself. She immediately joined Wei Zhao in unleashing her full power once more.
Boom! Two Furious Fire Eight-Trigram Combined Palms struck the gray-robed man square on his vital point. Already gravely wounded by the top-grade bomb, the gray-robed man was now dealt a further blow. After a few moments of screaming and struggling, he finally moved no more.
"He's dead." Wei Zhao checked the gray-robed man's breathing, and only after confirming it did he finally let out a long, foul breath. He gave Huang Xiaotao a slight nod.
Only then did Huang Xiaotao's legs give way, and she nearly collapsed to the ground. From the moment the gray-robed man suddenly appeared until now, her nerves had been stretched taut the whole time. Facing a Nascent Soul enemy at such close range, that almost tangible, terrifying pressure was truly more than an ordinary person could withstand.