Chapter 4960 — The Guild Master Strikes
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As the words left his mouth, a colossal pillar of lightning came crashing down from the heavens, striking Chang Minghui in an instant. Though Chang Minghui was a man of considerable renown—an expert of the late Mountain-Opening stage—he had no chance to react at all.
Lightning was nature's ultimate speed, and in a sense it was no different from the wind blades he had just launched in an instant. Others could not dodge his wind blades, and so he in turn could not dodge Wei Zhao's Lightning Burial.
Once the Lightning Burial entered his body, Chang Minghui was seized by violent convulsions, and the layers of fierce wind that had bound Liu Ziqi lost their control. Only then did Liu Ziqi regain his freedom and catch his breath.
"Just in time!" Wei Zhao looked upon the scene and let out a long, shaky breath of stale air, still shaken. The power of this Lightning Burial had reached the very limit of what he could control—a notch or two stronger even than when he had used it against Zang Zili. Had it been otherwise, he doubted it would have had any effect on Chang Minghui at all.
Unlike last time, when Zhuang Yifan had neutralized it, this Lightning Burial lasted for a full several breaths, the blinding lightning glow turning the miles around almost as bright as day.
Watching Chang Minghui convulsing within the immense pillar of lightning, Wei Zhao and Liu Ziqi exchanged a shaken glance. Surely there should be no problem now?
But before the two of them could relax their taut nerves, Chang Minghui let out a hysterical roar from within the Lightning Burial. In an instant a gale erupted for tens of miles around, howling in from every direction to converge upon Chang Minghui, and beneath that incomparable wind-storm's shredding force, the immense lightning pillar was cut to pieces—and the Lightning Burial was forcibly torn apart by him on the spot.
"What a stubborn thing!" Wei Zhao's heart pounded at the sight. This Lightning Burial was the very limit of what he could achieve, and yet it had still been forcibly broken in such a manner—were all experts at the late Mountain-Opening stage such lunatics?
In truth, Wei Zhao had never expected a single Lightning Burial to actually bury Chang Minghui, but at the very least it should have left him with sufficient injury. Who could have imagined he would shatter it outright!
Granted, the way Zhuang Yifan had neutralized the Lightning Burial last time had been far more effortless than this man's, but Zhuang Yifan was, after all, a great expert of the late Land-Splitting stage. Whatever he did, Wei Zhao would not find surprising. Yet for Chang Minghui to manage this as well—that was a considerable blow to him. When all was said and done, his own strength was simply too weak.
"You had best be careful. The thing has been thoroughly enraged—he might well vent his fury on you," Liu Ziqi warned in a low voice.
"Mm." Wei Zhao nodded. Even injured, Liu Ziqi was still an expert of the mid Mountain-Opening stage, not so easily finished off. And that Lightning Burial just now was the true culprit behind Chang Minghui's fury. If Wei Zhao put himself in the other man's position, he reckoned there was a good chance he would pick himself as the target to vent his anger on too.
While Wei Zhao and Liu Ziqi stood on edge as if facing a great enemy, Chang Minghui, having swallowed this bitter loss, did not go on a rampage as they had expected. Instead, after a sharp whistle he shot abruptly into the air, and a massive shadow appeared beneath his feet—his flying mount, the Ghost-Eyed Golden Eagle.
Wei Zhao and Liu Ziqi could not help but stare. Was the thing planning to fight from above, raining attacks down from on high? For a renowned expert of the late Mountain-Opening stage to resort to such a method—how shameless could he be!