I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 609 - 440: Death Penalty Can Be Commuted

But they hadn’t considered it. Xia Liang’s words turned out to be true. They had indeed overlooked the single most important detail: Xia Liang simply couldn’t die.

He glanced up at the sky, watching the suspended downpour and frozen bolts of lightning. Surprise flickered in his eyes. The Weather Talisman could control the weather within a given area down to the second, even bringing it to a standstill or reversing it. Still, seeing it firsthand was astonishing. After all, such a spectacle was truly breathtaking.

Raising his eyebrows, Xia Liang seemed to have thought of something amusing. His right hand began to rotate slowly, and under his control, everything started returning to its normal course. However, the speed was countless times slower than usual. Raindrops descended with excruciating slowness, at the pace of a single drifting sheet of paper. The lightning also crept forward sluggishly, but within a few moments, it still arrived above Xia Liang’s head.

After a brief thought, Xia Liang reversed the rotation of his hand.

Instantly, the raindrops and lightning that were meant to fall began returning to the clouds, as if time itself had hit a rewind button. Yet another miracle unfolded before everyone’s eyes. Time flowed backward, raindrops soared into the sky, and the so-called divine punishment gradually receded from Xia Liang.

By now, even the incredibly resilient Zeng Long, who had seen countless grand spectacles alongside Zutuo, felt his legs go weak. He uncontrollably fell to his knees before Xia Liang, muttering incessantly, "Who... who in the world are you?" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Although Xia Liang still wore a faint, upward-curling smile, to Zeng Long, it was no different from a devil’s leer. He feared that not even his master, let alone the grandmaster who created the Lightning Talisman, could do anything to Xia Liang.

Meanwhile, He Wei had also slumped to the ground, repeating, "It’s over... it’s all over..." He Youling didn’t know what was wrong with He Wei, but he vaguely sensed that something was terribly amiss.

As for Zeng Long, he stared at Xia Liang, whose expression hadn’t changed in the slightest, and roared in fury, "So close! We were so close! The Lightning Talisman almost struck you!"

Beside him, Zeng Hu’s face was just as pale. He watched the great bolt of lightning retreat into the clouds, his eyes filled with regret, clearly sharing the same thoughts as his brother.

Hearing Zeng Long’s outburst, Xia Liang laughed aloud. "Very well. I’ll let you experience true despair. Did you really think your little Lightning Talisman could have any effect on me?"

Though Xia Liang’s voice wasn’t loud, it reached the ears of Zeng Long and Zeng Hu. They didn’t understand what he meant.

The next second, Xia Liang slowly snapped his fingers.

CLICK.

BOOM!

Everything instantly returned to normal. The great bolt of lightning, which had not yet fully retreated into the clouds, descended once more. This time, it struck Xia Liang directly, without any obstruction.

The entire He Family Ancestral Home was illuminated by the flash, as if it were broad daylight. Hope ignited once more on the faces of Zeng Long and Zeng Hu. The Lightning Talisman had finally struck home—they still had a chance!

A few moments later, the light dissipated. Having exhausted its final energy, the clouds in the sky also began to disperse at a visible rate. Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the spot where Xia Liang had stood, where the great lightning had struck. A large patch of ground was scorched black, the grass instantly obliterated into dust.

But standing on that very spot, a figure slowly came into view.

It was Xia Liang, appearing completely unharmed before their very eyes.

Wisps of smoke were still rising from Xia Liang’s body. The intense heat of the lightning had instantly vaporized the rainwater on his clothes. The force of the strike had even blasted the front of his shirt open, revealing a sculpted and powerful physique beneath.

Seeing Xia Liang emerge, everyone’s face turned ashen with shock. But having learned their lesson from before, no one was so stunned that they lost control and knelt this time. Nevertheless, they could only stare intently at the man before them, their eyes wide with disbelief. Countless questions flooded their minds, but their throats were too dry to speak.

They finally realized that everything Zeng Long had said was likely a lie. Xia Liang’s power was on a completely different level from the two brothers; it was like comparing a mortal to a god.

As for Zeng Long, when he saw the faint smile still playing on Xia Liang’s lips, he felt a surge of blood rush up his throat and spat out a mouthful of it. Then, he let out a self-mocking laugh. Only now did he understand just how ludicrous their plan had been. They had actually thought they could kill Xia Liang.

How can mortal strength possibly shake a god!

Zeng Hu, on the other hand, did not kneel. Upon seeing this, a deep murderous intent resurfaced in his eyes.

He’s completely broken, Xia Liang noted silently. He’s gone mad.

And indeed, the maddened Zeng Hu pulled a knife from his clothes and charged straight at Xia Liang.

Although Zeng Hu’s face was a mask of feral rage and his body was several times larger than Xia Liang’s, none of the surrounding guests felt the slightest bit of concern. They had all come to understand one simple truth.