Chapter 4927 — Arrest Them All
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Chang Laiting choked on his own words till he nearly spat blood. He jabbed a finger at Wei Zhao, grinding his teeth. "Just you wait! Don't you believe I can make it so you've no place left to be buried? In there I had no way to touch you, but now that we're out, I can snuff you out with a flick of my finger!"
"Then get on with it. All this noise—hardly the mark of a man. Fine, let me help you along." Wei Zhao found him tiresome, and as he spoke the arcs at his fingertips swelled abruptly into a deep-blue pillar of lightning. A simplified Thunderbolt Thousand Bursts, perhaps, but no less awe-inspiring.
Before the words had faded, the pillar of lightning descended straight upon Chang Laiting's head. The fierce-faced, weak-hearted Young Master Chang promptly toppled stiff as a board, black smoke curling from him, his posture identical to that of the two unlucky altar masters. If anything, he fared worse—a faint smell of scorched flesh already clung to him.
The whole crowd was struck dumb, and one after another they hastily retreated another dozen or so zhang, staring at Wei Zhao with the horrified expressions of onlookers gazing upon a fire-wielding fiend. Since when had the North Island produced such a ruthless character?!
Without a word, he had finished off two unlucky late Xuan Ascension altar masters; now, merely because the man was long-winded, he had flicked a finger and blasted Chang Laiting flat. Was this the second coming of Shangguan Tianxia's ruthless deeds from back in the day?
Years ago, Shangguan Tianxia alone had driven the Academy Alliance into a corner. This lightning-wreathed creature was a notch weaker in strength, but he was plainly headed the same way. After all, this was territory under the Yellow-Rank Academy Alliance's jurisdiction.
"Let's go," Wei Zhao said to Wang Xinyan and the others behind him, then took the lead toward the docks. The crowd around them scrambled to clear a path, terrified of provoking this North Island ruthless one by some misstep.
This was no place to linger. Since Chang Laiting and his pack of fools had come knocking, Wei Zhao of course could not fail to strike back—but he had also foreseen that doing so would stir up trouble. Best to get back to the Morning Star Academy's treasure ship first, where they would have another umbrella of protection, and others would have to think twice, more or less.
Yet before Wei Zhao and the others had taken more than a few steps, a squad of men suddenly burst out before them, blocking their way.
Wei Zhao's eyelid twitched at once. These people all bore a special insignia, utterly distinct from an ordinary academy's emblem—and more to the point, every one of them flaunted an overwhelming aura without the slightest concealment. They were all early Mountain-Opening stage masters, figures of the giant tier!
In the two years since coming to Cloud-Rank Island, Wei Zhao had seen a fair share of the world, having once been hunted to the brink of death by the Old Sect of the Western Mountains. But never had he been surrounded like this—before him stood an entire squad of Mountain-Opening stage giants!
This squad of Mountain-Opening giants clearly meant no good. Wang Xinyan and the others paled in alarm. With their strength, they might have managed to hold their own against late Xuan Ascension experts before, but now, facing Mountain-Opening giants—what were they supposed to do?
The onlookers gathered around were in even greater uproar. For all that many of them were early Xuan Ascension experts, before so many Mountain-Opening giants they could not even keep their footing; only by hastily retreating a hundred zhang could they barely withstand the crushing pressure of that overwhelming aura.
"Who dares make trouble here! Seize them!" The leader's strength exceeded the others by no small margin—he was, astonishingly, a mid Mountain-Opening expert.