Chapter 4927 — Arrest Them All
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Fortunately, Wei Zhao had learned a trick from the long-dead Thunder Dragon. He had discovered that the creature's purple lightning was far more than a simple stacking of thunderous power—it clearly bore traces of collision between lightning particles.
Subtle as that distinction was, even Wei Zhao's keen perception could not grasp it at a single glance. But he had been struck by it more than once or twice; blasted alive so many times that he had tasted every flavor of that purple lightning through and through. Of that there was no doubt: beyond mere differences in the strength of the thunderous force, the most essential gap lay in the collision of lightning particles.
Yet comprehending it was one thing; mastering such exquisite, profound skill in an instant was quite another. Wei Zhao was, at bottom, a novice who had barely just learned the lightning strike—there was no leaping to the Thunder Dragon's level in a single bound. Still, he could follow this line of thinking and, by his own methods, remake the lightning strike bit by bit into something mightier.
Thunderbolt Thousand Bursts—that was Wei Zhao's first step!
By fusing the technique of the Wild Sand Thousand Bursts Fist into the lightning strike, he had produced the Thunderbolt Thousand Bursts that had just stunned the crowd. Of course, one might also call it the Wild Lightning Thousand Bursts Fist—but Wei Zhao plainly preferred Thunderbolt Thousand Bursts. Imposing. Grand.
All around, speculation buzzed without end. Most of them had not actually seen clearly what happened; they had merely glimpsed a thick, deep-blue bolt of lightning flash before their eyes, and then two late Xuan Ascension experts had toppled stiff as boards, black smoke curling from their bodies. But that did not stop them from letting their imaginations run wild.
In no time, all manner of outlandish theories filled the air. By comparison, the claim that Wei Zhao was a Thunder Dragon in disguise already counted as respectable. The even more absurd ones said he was the incarnation of lightning itself, and some even claimed he was the illegitimate child of the Thunder God and the Lightning Mother...
Wei Zhao's face darkened to a scowl as he listened, and he could barely keep from jabbing a finger at their noses and roaring: superstitious nonsense kills people!
These onlookers were merely watching and gossiping, but Chang Laiting, a scant few paces from the two altar masters, was scared witless outright. Cold dread flooded him—thank goodness he had learned his lesson last time and, with admirable self-awareness, let those two unlucky altar masters strike in his stead. Otherwise, would he not have been blasted into human slag on the spot?
"So, Young Master Chang. What do you think we ought to do next?" Wei Zhao cracked his knuckles with ill intent, deep-blue arcs of electricity dancing at his fingertips, fairly the picture of a Thunder God come to earth.
Sensing the chilling killing intent in Wei Zhao's gaze, Chang Laiting was frightened out of his wits. Every time an arc leapt at Wei Zhao's fingertips, his heart gave a violent lurch, terrified that a Thunderbolt Thousand Bursts might suddenly descend on his own head and leave him smoking black alongside those two unlucky altar masters on the ground.
"You... you dare lay hands on me?" That Chang Laiting had not fled on the spot already spoke well of his backbone. With his pride, he would never suffer the loss of face before so many people—and besides, in this place, even if he could not beat Wei Zhao himself, there were plenty of others who could torture this North Island bumpkin to death!
"You're seeing it with your own eyes, aren't you? Or is your eyesight poor?" Wei Zhao said with a faint smile.