Chapter 22: An Unexpected Weapon (4)
Heavenward Chant? So these people are all disciples of the Great River Sect! The girl high above mused thoughtfully.
The mighty waves of sound crashed toward Yan Chuan once more, each surge so powerful that even the earth below was churned up and sent flying, all directed at him.
Yan Chuan’s robes fluttered more violently, each shockwave like a monstrous tide battering against his body. He pressed his feet firmly into the ground, his footprints sinking two more inches. Though his body trembled under the sonic assault, his feet seemed rooted to the spot, utterly unmovable.
A Thousand-Pound Drop? Ha, that’s rather interesting. But if all he has is Heavenward Chant and three levels of force, his defeat is only a matter of time! The girl shook her head with a faint sigh.
That toad’s boasting is still far from convincing! Yan Chuan replied with disdain.
Feng Shao, in the midst of his thunderous roar, suddenly flushed with rage, almost losing his voice mid-shout.
As the sound faded, the massive breath he’d just expelled left him gasping for air, his mouth wide open as he desperately inhaled, his gaze venomous as he glared at Yan Chuan.
In that instant, Yan Chuan moved—but in a most unexpected way. No one anticipated that he would move only his fingers, flicking a single grape through the air.
A grape?
Everyone—Great River Sect disciples, soldiers, even the girl in the sky—looked on in utter bewilderment. A grape? Could a grape possibly fell a master at the Essence Realm? What kind of nonsense was this? Had Yan Chuan lost his mind?
With a dull thud, an incomprehensible scene unfolded before them—a scene that would be etched into their memories for life. The grape, flying true and unerring, struck Feng Shao directly at his open mouth. And just as Feng Shao inhaled sharply, the grape shot straight down his throat.
“Ah!” “Ah!” “Ah!”...
Feng Shao clutched his throat, his eyes wide with terror as he stared at Yan Chuan.
“Ah!” “Ah!”...
Weak, gasping cries escaped his lips as his face flushed a deep, angry red. Sweat burst out all over his body; his eyes bulged ever wider in agony, his expression unspeakably wretched.
As the moments ticked by, Feng Shao’s lips turned increasingly purple.
“Ah!” “Ah!”...
His agonized screams faded as his body went slack; he collapsed, sitting heavily on the ground.
“Senior brother, are you all right?” his fellow disciples rushed to his side.
But with the grape lodged in his windpipe, Feng Shao couldn’t utter a single word. He clutched his throat, convulsing in pain.
Huo Guang, Liu Jin, and the others gaped, stunned.
A moment ago, this master at the Essence Realm had been so fierce and domineering—yet now, brought low by His Highness... by a single grape? Defeated by a grape? Was this real?
High above.
“Haha, how delightful! A grape? I was just wondering if that boy had lost his mind, eating grapes in the midst of a duel with an Essence Realm expert! But to use it as a weapon? Who would have guessed a grape could be more formidable than any weapon? A grape! To defeat an Essence Realm master with a single grape—how fascinating, haha!” the girl exclaimed in excitement.
The most brilliant moments are always those fleeting instants of surprise.
The immortal crane, too, chirped with excitement.
Below, the disciples of the Great River Sect quickly gathered, led by their senior brother Jiang Nan.
“Help... help...” Feng Shao desperately clung to Jiang Nan’s collar, unable to form complete words.
In just moments, Feng Shao’s face had turned a deep, bruised purple, tears streaming uncontrollably as sweat poured from him like water. All his vaunted strength had deserted him, leaving him convulsing helplessly.
The windpipe is blocked! The masters exchanged helpless glances. They’d seen every kind of sword or knife wound but had no idea how to handle suffocation.
Foam began to bubble from Feng Shao’s mouth, his eyes rolling back—he was on the verge of death.
“Senior brother, what do we do? What do we do?” the disciples cried out in panic.
Jiang Nan’s