Chapter 4952 — What Do You Mean by That?
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Yet Chang Minghui paid him no mind at all. After that burst of wild wind, he swept straight past the man and through the banquet hall's great doors, striding like a dragon and pacing like a tiger, utterly unrestrained and arrogant.
"What do we do?" The guards at the Mountain-Opening stage all turned to their captain at once. Chang Minghui might be formidable, but so many skilled Mountain-Opening hands were no pushovers. If it truly came to blows, one Chang Minghui would never be their match—otherwise, would the Academy Alliance have poured a fortune into keeping them fed for nothing?
The captain raised a hand to bar the way. Chang Minghui had forced his way into the Alliance branch headquarters in defiance of all rules, so he had every right to seize the man on the spot. But this man's weight was too great, and he had no wish to provoke such a figure rashly. Besides, Zhuang Yifan himself was inside the banquet hall. Even if Chang Minghui broke in, what could he possibly do?
"Who is Wei Zhao? Get out here and show yourself!" The moment Chang Minghui stepped into the banquet hall, he unleashed his killing intent without the slightest scruple and bellowed at the top of his voice.
In an instant, the celebration banquet—its atmosphere so recently warm and joyous—fell dead silent. Everyone stared with astonishment at the hideous man who had burst in uninvited. Some knew him, some did not, and all of them were whispering and trading speculation.
Wei Zhao was briefly taken aback. He did not know Chang Minghui, yet deep down he had already guessed the man's identity. After all, ever since he had brought down Chang Laiting and Zang Zili, this outcome had been all but inevitable. He simply had not expected the man to arrive so quickly.
"So you're Wei Zhao? The Wei Zhao who beat my wife and wounded my son?" Following the direction of the crowd's gaze, Chang Minghui found his man in an instant and strode straight toward Wei Zhao.
"That's right, I am." Wei Zhao rose to his feet with a calm expression, utterly unmoved by Chang Minghui's menacing approach. Instead he smiled faintly. "And how should I address you?"
"A man about to die has no need to know my name." Chang Minghui sneered, and all at once a wild wind rose from nowhere around him, carrying an incomparably cold and dangerous aura as it lashed toward Wei Zhao.
Late Mountain-Opening? Wei Zhao's eyelids twitched slightly. He had long since reasoned that a man with a wife like Zang Zili could not possibly be weak. Even so, the late Mountain-Opening level surpassed anything he had imagined—this was simply not something he could contend with as he was now.
Quite apart from anything else, this single gust of wind—seemingly ordinary yet in truth utterly lethal—was already far from simple. Wei Zhao knew in his heart that without unleashing a major technique, he could never withstand it. In fact, even if he brought out a top-tier killing move like the Thunder Burial, whether he could put up a fight at all was very much in doubt. Wei Zhao had not a shred of confidence.
Yet faced with Chang Minghui's sudden assault, Wei Zhao remained as calm as if he had seen nothing at all. Not only did he not move, he did not even blink twice. To onlookers, he looked as though he had been scared stiff.
But just as it seemed Wei Zhao would be shredded by the gale, that murderously fierce wind suddenly dissolved into nothingness, as though everything a moment before had been an illusion. Wei Zhao could not help glancing at Zhuang Yifan, who sat serenely to one side. Worthy of a top-tier master at the late Earth-Opening stage—this technique of moistening things so silently was far more breathtaking than Chang Minghui's.