I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 607 - 439: Fatal

Wu Tong said without hesitation, "I don’t know why, but I just have a feeling that everything that monk said was false. I never doubted you for a moment."

Hearing Wu Tong’s words, Xia Liang was somewhat surprised. He then took a few steps to the side, distancing himself from everyone.

Seeing this, Wu Tong tried to follow, but Xia Liang held up a hand to stop him. Wu Tong was left wondering what he meant.

At the same time, Zeng Long looked back at Xia Liang with an eerie smile and continued, "However, this is all just my speculation. If the thunder doesn’t strike, I’ll have to apologize to Master Xia."

He Youling and He Xiaojun both breathed a sigh of relief. Naturally, they didn’t believe the rumors about Xia Liang were true. They figured this was all just a misunderstanding and that no heavenly thunder would actually fall. The other guests also turned their attention to Xia Liang.

This Zeng Long is indeed very clever, Xia Liang couldn’t help but think.

He had left the final judgment to the thunder in the sky. If the lightning struck, it would be heaven itself proving that everything he had said was true. Others could doubt him, but they couldn’t doubt heaven.

The next second, under the doubtful and uncertain gazes of the crowd, the heavens roared.

BOOM!

A bolt of lightning truly did come crashing down from the sky, striking the garden just a few meters away from Xia Liang.

The guests, who were already keeping their distance, retreated even farther. If the bolt had been any wider, it would have struck Xia Liang directly.

After this bolt, the clouds seemed to receive a signal. Bolt after bolt of lightning began striking the ground around Xia Liang, repeatedly illuminating the entire He Family ancestral home.

The expressions of the surrounding guests turned to doubt as they looked at Xia Liang. Even those who had been harboring a glimmer of hope couldn’t help but shake their heads in dismay. They never imagined they had all been deceived by Xia Liang.

Watching all this unfold, Zeng Long couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

"It looks like this lightning is indeed targeting Xia Liang. Although I regret it, I’m afraid our previous suspicions are all true."

His words immediately caused another uproar among the guests. When they saw with their own eyes that the lightning was truly aimed at Xia Liang, they were utterly shocked. This seemed to prove that everything Great Mage Zeng Long had said was true. Even if Xia Liang hadn’t wantonly killed the innocent, he had to be a vicious and evil person. Otherwise, why would heaven send down divine punishment to deal with him? 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Watching the lightning continuously fall around Xia Liang, He Youling’s expression turned incredibly ugly. He Xiaojun, standing beside him, looked just as pale. They didn’t understand what was happening. Although they still believed in Xia Liang in their hearts, there seemed to be no other explanation for what they were seeing than what Zeng Long had said.

After all, from the moment Xia Liang entered the garden, he hadn’t said a single word or offered any explanation. They wanted to believe in Xia Liang, but it seemed impossible.

Now, it looked like it wouldn’t be long before he was struck dead by lightning. Zeng Long, Zeng Hu, and He Wei stared intently at Xia Liang, waiting for that moment.

The moment Xia Liang dies, the He Family will be ours to control.

Perhaps after today, the two Zeng brothers would finally make a name for themselves in Haojiang.

Only Wu Tong, looking at Xia Liang’s calm demeanor, somehow felt not the slightest bit worried. It was as if he had a feeling that Xia Liang could handle anything perfectly.

BOOM!

At the same time, another massive bolt of lightning struck down. This bolt was countless times more powerful than the previous ones, landing only half a meter from Xia Liang. The slightest deviation would have been a direct hit.

After this bolt of lightning, the downpour became more intense. It seemed as though an even greater storm was gathering, with numerous purple flashes flickering within the clouds, as if brewing the final strike. The next bolt would likely reach an unimaginably terrifying level of power and completely blast Xia Liang.

Watching all of this, Zeng Long and Zeng Hu couldn’t stop the corners of their mouths from slowly curving up into a smile. They knew this was the final strike of the Lightning-Drawing Talisman. Under this bolt, no one could survive.

Looking at a nearby patch of grass, which was now blackened and emitting a burnt smell, Xia Liang finally spoke, laughing twice.

He even started clapping.

"It seems your master, Zutuo, taught you more than just evil arts; he also taught you how to act. That was a fine performance just now. I was almost convinced."

Xia Liang’s words echoed throughout the garden. Most people had no idea what he meant or why he would say such a thing now.

Only Zeng Long, Zeng Hu, and He Wei felt their smiles freeze on their faces.

Zeng Long replied hastily, his expression incredibly tense. "What master? What are you talking about? I don’t know anyone named Zutuo."

Having anticipated Zeng Long’s response, Xia Liang smiled faintly. "Oh? Weren’t you standing right beside your master, planning to deal with me together just a few days ago? Have you forgotten so quickly?"

He paused, pretending to recall. "Let me think... when I called your master, you two were in the room with him, weren’t you?"