I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 608 - 439: Fatal_2

BOOM!

At these words, the minds of Zeng Long and his two companions went blank, as if a thunderclap had exploded right beside them, its deafening roar echoing in their ears.

Xia Liang hadn’t failed to deduce their relationship with Zutuo; rather, he had known it from the very beginning!

But why had he never told He Youling? Even when He Wei brought the two brothers before him, Xia Liang hadn’t said a word. It was as if he didn’t recognize them at all. Yet, listening to him now, it was clear he had known all along. Why would he do this?

Zeng Long felt his brain turning to mush, unable to process anything. The more he thought, the more unsettling it became. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

If Xia Liang had known their connection to Zutuo all along, and knew they were with him during that call, then there could only be one reason he never told He Youling. From start to finish, Xia Liang had never considered them a threat. Not even in the slightest. All their actions just now were nothing more than the antics of dancing clowns in his eyes. No! That can’t be it! Xia Liang must have only just discovered our identities. Otherwise, knowing we had the Sky Attracting Talisman, he never would have come to this banquet to die without making a move. Yes, that must be it. He must have only found out now. Why else would he come here to be killed?

At this thought, Zeng Long finally breathed a sigh of relief. Even if Xia Liang had figured it out now, it was too late. The final heavenly thunderbolt was about to strike. No matter what Xia Liang did, there wasn’t enough time.

The other guests were completely baffled by Xia Liang’s words, having no idea what he meant. Only He Youling and his son exchanged a shocked glance. They too had pieced it together from Xia Liang’s words: these two men were the disciples of the person on the other end of that video call!

Meanwhile, Zeng Long spoke again, his voice steady. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. What video call? Our master is at the foot of Qin Mountain. I don’t understand your nonsense."

Believing Xia Liang’s death was imminent, Zeng Long resolved to deny everything. He would stick to his story and refute whatever Xia Liang said. Even if others grew suspicious, it wouldn’t matter once Xia Liang was dead.

BOOM!

As he spoke, the lightning in the clouds above intensified. The final thunderbolt was only moments away from crashing down.

Seeing this, Xia Liang casually retrieved a talisman from his robes. He toyed with it in his hand as he said, "I must say, your plan was indeed flawless. You even planned how to belittle me before you arrived. Unfortunately..."

Xia Liang shook his head. He tossed the talisman toward the sky, and it shot into the firmament like a streak of light, vanishing into the clouds.

"Your plan missed the most important step," he said, looking at the distant crowd. His eyes were filled with confidence, and a smile played on his lips, as if the thunder and lightning above were of no concern. "That is, I simply cannot die."

The talisman he had just used was a Weather Talisman.

Hearing Xia Liang’s words, some of the guests stared in shock. The talisman that had just flown into the sky had captured their undivided attention. It seemed Xia Liang was finally about to display his true power.

He Wei, on the other hand, cast a worried glance at Zeng Long and his brother. Zeng Long had only told him that the Lightning Talisman was one hundred percent guaranteed to eliminate Xia Liang. He Wei himself didn’t really understand the talisman, so Xia Liang’s confident words made him anxious.

When Zeng Long saw Xia Liang shoot a talisman into the sky, his expression grew much more serious.

Honestly, coming here today, he had considered the possibility that he might not survive. After all, Xia Liang was a man who could kill someone through a phone. But at least he could kill Xia Liang and avenge his master.

Therefore, he assumed the talisman Xia Liang had just used was something similar to his Lightning Talisman. Nevertheless, he asked, "What was that talisman you just used?"

Zeng Long ignored Xia Liang’s comment about their plan.

Hearing the question, Xia Liang just chuckled lightly. "Just a Weather Talisman. It’s completely different from your Lightning Talisman. I’m simply curious to see which is more powerful."

Though his words were modest, his expression told Zeng Long that he didn’t believe for a second their Lightning Talisman stood a chance against his.

Zeng Hu, who had been lingering in a corner, strode to Zeng Long’s side. "Stop all this mystical posturing! No one can survive the Lightning Talisman. I don’t care what you are, you will die today!"

Zeng Long and Zeng Hu exchanged a look. Their hands began moving in ritualistic gestures, accelerating the release of the Lightning Talisman’s power.

A few moments later, the clouds could no longer contain the roiling energy.

Zeng Long laughed loudly, his eyes locked on Xia Liang. "I don’t know when you discovered our identities, but it’s too late for you to do anything now."

"Die!"

As his voice fell, a colossal bolt of lightning erupted from the clouds and plunged toward the earth. Its brilliance illuminated the entire mountaintop. The entire city of Haojiang could see a massive thunderbolt descending in this direction.

Looking at the gleeful expressions on the faces of Zeng Long and Zeng Hu, Xia Liang slowly shook his head and extended his right hand.

"You are still too young," he said to them. "Do you have any idea who you’ve provoked?"

As his words ended, his right palm instantly clenched into a fist.

BOOM!

The entire mountaintop, the area around the He Family Ancestral Home, was suddenly plunged into silence. This wasn’t a metaphorical silence, but a literal, absolute quiet. The silence was so profound you could hear a pin drop. The only sound in the garden of the He Family Ancestral Home was the whisper-faint sound of the wind.

Because as Xia Liang clenched his fist, the torrential downpour and the flashing lightning all seemed to hit a pause button.

The downpour beneath the clouds hung motionless in the air. Huge, individual raindrops were suspended in space, right before everyone’s eyes. The He Family estate was still bathed in the stark glare of the lightning, but the immense thunderbolt itself was also frozen in midair, caught between heaven and earth.

This bolt of lightning was perhaps only two meters from Xia Liang, yet it was frozen in the space directly above him.

An utterly bizarre and terrifying scene unfolded before them all. The raindrops were suspended, falling only if touched. The violet light within the clouds was still. Near the vast bolt of lightning above Xia Liang’s head, several smaller bolts also hung static in the air.

SQUEAK. SQUEAK.

A bird flew past, traversing the sky. It passed through the frozen lightning and rain, flying off into the distance. In that instant, everyone felt as if their hearts had stopped beating in unison with the storm and the lightning.

PLOP.

Someone’s legs gave out, and they collapsed into a puddle on the ground.

PLOP. PLOP.

The person who had just knelt seemed to have given a signal. In an instant, countless pairs of legs gave way, and people uncontrollably dropped to their knees before Xia Liang.

Even Elder He was kneeling on the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the sky. Tears streamed down his aged face as he gazed at the storm and lightning that seemed frozen in time itself.

"A miracle! A true miracle! This is a real divine act!" He Youling shouted, pounding his chest.

If Zeng Long summoning the rain was him having stolen a sliver of an immortal’s power, then what was happening now was the appearance of a true miracle. The shock of this feat surpassed that of summoning rain by an incalculable amount. After all, summoning rain could, under certain conditions, be achieved by mortals using rain-seeding shells.

But to halt a torrential downpour, to stop a lightning bolt from striking and leave it hanging in the sky... that was something perhaps not even a true god could accomplish.

As for Zeng Long, Zeng Hu, and He Wei in the distance, upon seeing this, their faces instantly became deathly pale, ashen and utterly drained of color. Just moments ago, they had dismissed Xia Liang’s words as nothing but nonsensical babbling.