Chapter 4386 — Into the Dungeon
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Wei Zhao quietly surveyed his surroundings, waiting for a chance to sow chaos and slip away. But his captor gave him no such opportunity. One hand clamped on his right shoulder, the man simply vaulted into the air, moving with such astonishing speed that he left not even a blurred afterimage behind. The passersby in the street seemed not to notice the two of them at all.
Wei Zhao's heart sank to the bottom of his chest. He could scarcely stir the true qi within his body—let alone unleash a martial technique, he could not even dream of raising a protective shroud of true qi. With his right shoulder pinned in that iron grip, escape was out of the question; a single twitch and the shoulder would likely crumble to powder.
With no other choice, Wei Zhao abandoned any thought of resistance, letting Ma Tianlang grip his right shoulder and haul him away as docile as a lamb.
Once out of the merchants' guild, Ma Tianlang abruptly picked up speed. Wei Zhao felt his vision swim, and in the next instant he had no idea which corner of Moleng City he had been carried to.
Ma Tianlang brought Wei Zhao to an ordinary dwelling that looked no different from the buildings around it. Inside, there seemed nothing unusual either—but after passing through several hidden doors, the scene changed entirely.
Before them stretched a long tunnel, pitch-dark and leading no one knew where. Ma Tianlang rushed along it with Wei Zhao in tow for what felt like an eternity, until at last he came to a halt.
Wei Zhao carefully took stock of his surroundings. Ahead lay an entrance—this, surely, was the dungeon the man in black had spoken of. Two guards stood at the mouth of it, their cultivation realms impenetrable even to the Golden Finger, which told him they were masters of considerable strength; their auras were far beyond anything an ordinary Nascent Soul expert could boast.
At the sight, Wei Zhao felt a chill of wariness. Every last person he had encountered so far had been no easy mark. With hidden dragons and crouching tigers like these emerging one after another, the Zhongshu Merchants' Guild could not possibly be a mere merchants' guild. What power, then, stood behind it?
Ma Tianlang gave the two guards a nod, then swung his leg and kicked Wei Zhao straight into the dungeon, before striding off without a backward glance.
No candlelight, no glowstone. The dungeon was utterly black, so dark he could not see his own hand before his face, let alone make out his surroundings. All he knew was a grim, spine-chilling gloom that would have frightened an ordinary man half to death.
Wei Zhao, however, was faring well enough. With Ma Tianlang's grip gone from his right shoulder, the true qi in his body flowed freely once more; whatever mishap might arise, he still had the means to defend himself. And the lay of the land around him was perfectly clear to his divine sense.
The dungeon was far from small—at first glance it resembled a modest plaza. Faint wards of a protective formation emanated from the walls on every side, and the stone was exceedingly hard. To break through by force would be a fool's dream for any ordinary cultivator; at the very least, a common Nascent Soul expert could not so much as scratch it.
Only a Xuan Sheng titan could manage it—or a freak of nature like Di Xingdao, nominally at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm yet capable of snuffing out a Xuan Sheng titan in an instant.
"Hey, brat. New arrival? What did you do?" A rough voice suddenly rang out from the darkness.
Wei Zhao turned toward the sound. The speaker was a man whose face was crisscrossed with scars, his features savage and terrifying, his whole body radiating a thick, murderous brutality. One look was enough to tell anyone that this was a fellow not to be trifled with.