Chapter 4510 — Kill!
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Meanwhile, no one else present had yet realized what had happened—but the Old Sect of the Western Mountains, standing on the platform, suddenly gave a twitch of his dark brows. A titan of a heretic cultivator at the Mountain-Opening Stage now, to the astonishment of all, betrayed a flicker of wariness. In the eyes of the crowd, that was rarer than the sun rising in the west!
But before anyone could begin to murmur, what happened next struck every soul present dumb. The top-grade bomb Wei Zhao had been charging from the very first moment he laid eyes on Cheng Haonan unleashed its full force in an instant, sweeping the entire arena!
With the Moleng Plaza at its center, the whole Moleng Sea region convulsed—earth shook, mountains swayed—and a tsunami of unimaginable fury reared up out of nowhere. A vast mushroom cloud rose over Moleng City, majestic and quaking, the end of days come down.
And the Moleng Plaza, the heart of the blast, was now drowning in dust and ash, sky and sun blotted out. Even those facilities that had seemed intact, guarded as they were by layers upon layers of meticulous formations, were scoured away in a single breath. The crowd on the spot was flung into chaos, bodies tumbling, a scene of utter ruin.
The injured, caught in the bomb's afterwave, were everywhere; the worst cases lay at death's door on the spot. Yet the one mercy in the calamity was that everyone attending today was at least a Golden Core expert—had it been a gathering of ordinary spectators like the Southern Continent Escort Agency's grand assembly before, hundreds, even a thousand, would surely have died here. That would truly have been to die for nothing.
The whole arena dissolved into pandemonium, and at the rate the dust was rising, the confusion would have taken several hours to settle. But just then a black wind sprang up out of nowhere and swept the dust away in a heartbeat. The Moleng Plaza saw the sun again, and the full wreckage of the scene lay bare at a glance.
Wounded and unwounded alike, everyone's first instinct was to look toward where Wei Zhao had stood. Even an expert at the peak of late Nascent Soul like Hai Wuliang wore plain, unmistakable terror on his face—and so did every other soul there.
Because of Wei Zhao's formidable showing in the earlier matches, everyone present had already rated him highly. At the very least, no one treated him as an ordinary mid-stage Golden Core expert; in their minds his standing had vaulted a full major realm, enough to rank him alongside mid-stage Nascent Soul masters.
Yet none of them had ever imagined that even so, they were still vastly underestimating this freak of nature!
The power of that heaven-defying blast just now—stand a little too close, and even a peak late-stage Nascent Soul master like Hai Wuliang would have been torn to shreds in a matter of moments. There was not the slightest doubt of it.
At the thought that he had once set his heart on trampling such a madman into the ground, Hai Wuliang broke out in a cold sweat, frightened by himself. Thank heavens he had not gone up to face the man in person—otherwise he would have died without ever knowing how.
And not only Hai Wuliang: even Wei Zhao's own people, Qi Wenmo and the rest, were struck dumb with shock. They had always thought Wei Zhao remarkable, but they had never known he could be remarkable to such a degree.
Yet at this moment, even had they wished to show their awe, they had no chance—for Wei Zhao had long since vanished without a trace. Not even a shadow of him remained.
As for Cheng Haonan, who had stood in that same spot, he too had disappeared. The crowd was trading helpless glances when someone suddenly cried out, voice strained low yet unable to hide the shock: "Look!"
All eyes followed the sound, and at last they found Cheng Haonan. Blood streamed from his seven orifices; a full dozen or more transparent holes, large and small, riddled him from head to foot. He was dead beyond any doubt.