Chapter 4338 — Slapping Down a Nascent Soul
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"She didn't die, as it happens—but you, I'm afraid, are not far from death yourself." A cold arc lifted the corner of Wei Zhao's mouth, and his eyes held a razor-sharp killing intent. Matters had come to this; not to strike a killing blow was no longer possible.
"Hm? Even at death's door, you're still talking big. Seems that saying really is true—a dying duck's bill stays stiff. The closer a duck like you gets to death, the stiffer its bill grows. Haha!" Cheng Qitian laughed with a face full of self-satisfaction.
It was a bit of a pity that he had only cornered Wei Zhao alone, but no real problem. This would let him vent his pent-up anger well enough, and as for that woman, they could have someone keep an eye on her later.
Moreover, after returning last time, Old Kong had told him that the reason this Ling Yi and that woman were formidable was precisely their extraordinary joint-attack technique. If the two could not coordinate with each other, they were merely ordinary early-stage Golden Core experts, not worth mentioning. He had not expected the pair to have separated on their own—which conveniently saved him a good deal of trouble.
"Whether it's big talk, you'll know in a moment." Wei Zhao's eyes flickered, and his figure abruptly shot toward the other man with such speed that even a peak early-stage Nascent Soul expert like Old Kong was caught somewhat off guard.
Cheng Qitian was instantly alarmed and hastily withdrew, retreating. In that instant, the terror on his face could not be concealed. For all his smug, arrogant, look-down-on-everyone manner, he had the lesson of last time to remember—and though he well knew the other's cultivation level was far beneath his own, he was still afraid, still frightened.
And as Cheng Qitian retreated in panic, Old Kong at his side instantly unleashed his full power. Before he had even arrived, the mighty true qi of a peak early-stage Nascent Soul expert had already poured out in a torrent, squarely blocking the way in front of Cheng Qitian and forming a thick, solid barrier of protection.
Wei Zhao's burst of force was sudden, but Old Kong had in fact long been prepared for it. In his view, Wei Zhao was alone, and since he could not use the powerful joint-attack technique, the man posed no threat to him whatsoever. The only sliver of a chance the fellow had lay entirely with Cheng Qitian.
So long as he protected Cheng Qitian from harm, the other man was a duck already cooked—no hope of flying away.
Seeing this, Cheng Qitian's heart settled. This was something he had arranged beforehand. He had told Old Kong that no matter what happened, his first reaction must be to safeguard his own safety. Even if this Wei Zhao were far stronger than he appeared, with only his own strength, it was absolutely impossible for him to break through the defenses of a peak early-stage Nascent Soul expert.
And so it was. The vast gulf in strength between the Nascent Soul stage and the Golden Core stage was not something so easily crossed, no matter how great the genius. An expert at Golden Core Great Perfection might just barely manage it—there was still that tiny sliver of possibility—but anyone below mid-stage Golden Core need not even think of it.
Yet in the next instant, the expression on Cheng Qitian's face froze abruptly—and as for Old Kong, he was even more unable to believe his own eyes.
The thirtieth stance of the Wild Fire Eight-Trigram Palm! This was the strongest martial technique Wei Zhao had mastered to date. He struck out without the slightest hesitation—and his target, from first to last, had never been Cheng Qitian. It was Old Kong!
Cheng Qitian was only late-stage Golden Core; Wei Zhao did not take such goods seriously at all. The only one present who could truly threaten him was Old Kong, that formidable peak early-stage Nascent Soul expert—and everything he had done had been to strangle this greatest threat as swiftly as possible!