Chapter 4918 — Hand Over Your Valuables
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"Didn't you two just say it yourselves? I'm this little lady's paramour—the pretty-faced one," Wei Zhao said with a faint smile.
"Teasing me again!" Ni Caiyue bounced out from behind him, puffing with indignation—but one glance from the old owl opposite her and she shrank back in fright. A fine expert of the early Xuan Ascension stage with only this much courage; truly, one was left speechless.
"Then why is there lightning on your body? Don't tell me you're carrying some divine weapon?" The old owl's face was thick with wariness. He had merely reached out and touched Old Li's shoulder, and at once a ferocious surge of thunder power had poured into his body!
That intensity might not compare to a lightning tribulation, but to him it was already nothing short of lethal—it had nearly scared his soul clean out of him. Luckily his reaction was fast enough to kick Old Li flying in time; otherwise, at this very moment, both he and Old Li would have been two charred corpses.
"You guess." Wei Zhao smiled faintly. It just so happened that the ghostly thing was in secluded cultivation right now, warming and nourishing itself; otherwise it would surely have popped out to sigh in admiration—*You brat, that shameless look of yours has quite the flair of my younger days!*
Hearing this, the old owl nearly coughed up a mouthful of old blood. Pointing at Wei Zhao, he sneered viciously: "Don't get too cocky, pretty face. I don't know what eerie thing you've got hidden on you, but so long as I don't touch your body, I reckon there won't be any problem. I have at least a hundred ways to kill a man from a distance—care to try them all?"
"No, no, I don't have that kind of time. I'm a busy man." Wei Zhao waved his hands again and again, wearing an expression that said this was all too much trouble.
"You reckless pretty face. Don't get too full of yourself!" The old owl was choked into a fury of embarrassment by Wei Zhao's words. Though in name he was Chang Laiting's lackey, his true strength was in fact not much inferior to Chang Laiting's—it was merely that he had no backing. Otherwise, back in the day, he too could have ranked among the Four Young Masters of the Nascent Soul. And now, like Chang Laiting, he was one of those exceedingly rare three-spirit experts of the Xuan Ascension stage!
"Not at all, not at all—I'm merely speaking the truth. I still have to go find a few of my companions; I really can't waste time here with you two." Wei Zhao's tone could not have been more sincere.
"Old Li, what are you waiting for? Kill this pretty face!" The old owl flew into a rage at these words. But he did not lift a finger himself; instead, he quietly took a step back, terrified of being electrocuted by Wei Zhao again, and simply let Old Li—that thick-headed brute—take the lead.
As the words fell, Old Li on the other side immediately charged over, whirling a long curved blade and a short one. He had never liked the pretty-faced one to begin with, and on top of that he had just suffered a huge loss at Wei Zhao's hands—so what was there to think about now? He wished he could hack Wei Zhao to pieces on the spot!
Yet before he could reach Wei Zhao, he saw Wei Zhao give a casual wave of his hand where he stood—and at once a deep-blue bolt of lightning as thick as a water bucket erupted from his palm and poured straight down into Old Li's skull. Old Li had not the slightest chance to resist. Black smoke billowed from every inch of him; his legs gave a kick, and he dropped dead on the spot, life or death unknown.
At this sight, the already-terrified old owl nearly wet himself on the spot. His calves trembled madly; had his strength not far surpassed that of ordinary early Xuan Ascension experts, he would never have been able to remain standing—he would long since have collapsed to the ground in fright.