護花近衛 - 第4934章 北島傳奇 - 翰墨軒

But in this moment he was struck dumb, staring blankly. Even if you beat him to death, he never would have imagined that Wei Zhao could actually unleash a Lightning Funeral. What on earth was going on?

Though lightning-type cultivators were exceedingly rare, with his experience and breadth of knowledge he had certainly encountered them before, and all told they were indeed far stronger than ordinary cultivators. But to unleash a Lightning Funeral? What kind of normal person could pull off something like that?

Never mind a mere early Xuan-sheng cultivator—even a Kaishan-stage titan whose specialty was lightning would have no way to employ such heaven-defying means, surely?

Those legendary top-tier lightning-type spirit beasts might still hold out a sliver of hope, but this boy was plainly a human cultivator. The Alliance Chairman's eyesight was not so poor that he could not tell a human from a spirit beast.

For all his suspicious misgivings, the Alliance Chairman had nonetheless glimpsed a thread of the truth. From the moment Wei Zhao had begun retreating so single-mindedly, he had sensed something was off, and now, looking back, it was clear as day that the boy had been using the time to brew up a great move—and Zang Zili, that foolish woman, had been utterly blind to it all, letting her opponent grind out this earth-shaking Lightning Funeral!

As the strongest person present, the Alliance Chairman had guessed aright: this was exactly what Wei Zhao had done. This Lightning Funeral was, plainly put, an upgraded version of the Thousand Thunder Blasts—except that he had applied the profound principle of the true qi bomb, continuously condensing all the lightning power within his body, and thus assembled an ultimate grand move!

You must understand that what lay hidden within Wei Zhao was not merely his own lightning power, but also the immense electric force left behind again and again by the purple lightning of the vengeful spirit's primordial spirit. Add to that Wei Zhao's conversion of his own endless true qi into lightning power, and once the two were joined, he poured them all out at once in the form of the true-qi-bomb version of the Thousand Thunder Blasts—the astonishing effect of which you can well imagine.

There was no help for it. Faced with a Kaishan-stage titan like Zang Zili, one had to resort to this near-extreme method; otherwise, at best one could only leave the opponent in a sorry state, as before, without inflicting the slightest real harm.

Of course, had Zang Zili been replaced by any other Kaishan-stage titan, Wei Zhao very likely would not even have gotten the chance to brew up this ultimate grand move, much less defeat the enemy in a single stroke as he did now!

Unlike the earlier Thousand Thunder Blasts, the Lightning Funeral not only far surpassed it in power but lasted far longer as well. After Zang Zili was struck, her whole body was drawn up into midair, convulsing and thrashing madly, amid which were mingled screams of agony that made one's scalp crawl.

Wei Zhao nodded inwardly. The vitality of a Kaishan-stage titan was truly formidable; an ordinary Xuan-sheng expert—even one at the Xuan-sheng great perfection stage—could not withstand a single instant of an ultimate grand move like the Lightning Funeral, which was near to the might of heaven itself, and would likely be blasted to flying ash in the blink of an eye. Yet Zang Zili could still show such torment.

At a time like this, to endure torment was itself a kind of strength, for those of insufficient strength would not even be qualified to endure it.

Just then Wei Zhao's eyelid twitched. He had been keeping watch on the distant Alliance Chairman all along. The man had said from the start that he would not interfere, but Wei Zhao did not believe a word of such nonsense—and sure enough, the Alliance Chairman had finally been unable to hold back and made his move.