Chapter 4400 — The Informer
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Oh." Sun Hengbiao shrank back and answered warily: "The one who did it was a martial artist newly thrown in. I don't know his exact level, but he was certainly very strong—I'm mid Nascent Soul and no match for him at all. There was a bit of friction at the start, and he flattened me in a single exchange."
"Get to the point," the woman said with a slight frown. All she wanted to know was who had caused her such a massive headache; the petty grudges of a nobody like Sun Hengbiao were the last thing she cared about.
"Yes, yes. At first the man just sat there quietly meditating, but after two guards came and took someone away—he must have made sure there was no one outside the door—he suddenly told us all to get behind him, and then he unleashed an utterly horrifying technique from his hands. I swear I've never seen such a bizarre martial art in my life, and the destructive force was the most terrifying I've ever witnessed. After that, a massive explosion tore through the dungeon, and then it collapsed," Sun Hengbiao recounted, not daring to conceal the slightest thing before these people.
"Oh? You're saying this man unleashed a highly destructive technique, and just by channeling it out of thin air with his hands, he caused a massive explosion?" The woman could not help but start slightly.
"Yes, the feeling was very strange—as if he'd been building it up for a long time, and then it just burst out all at once. I've never seen a martial art like it," Sun Hengbiao said, himself utterly baffled.
He was, after all, a mid Nascent Soul expert and had that much discernment at least: he could tell this was surely a technique Wei Zhao had honed in secret, not something conjured on the spot—otherwise, if a man could casually produce such power, he would be the equal of a Xuan Ascension titan, and how could he ever have been captured in the first place?
At this, the woman turned and exchanged a look with the mysterious man. A flicker of astonishment was plain in both their eyes—clearly they had found something, and just as clearly they had their suspicions.
"Tell us everything you know about this man—what he looks like, any details that struck you. Conceal the slightest thing, and you know what will happen to you," the woman pressed on.
"Yes, yes, I wouldn't dare hide a thing." Sun Hengbiao swore hastily, then thought hard and said: "As for his looks—beyond his strength and a face like a crude, blustering brute, there's nothing else I can point to. But there was something odd about the way his manner and his appearance didn't quite match up."
"You mean his bearing didn't match his face?" The woman nodded thoughtfully, her expression unfathomable. "Go on."
"Oh, right—there's one more strange thing about him. He seemed to look after one particular person. They never exchanged any special words, but the favoritism was plain as day." Sun Hengbiao suddenly clapped a hand to his head. "Whether on purpose or not, he deliberately sat next to the fellow named Lu. Earlier, when the guards came in to take people, by the rules it should have been the Lu fellow's turn, but the man glared at me and forced me to call out someone else's name instead!" (To be continued...)