Chapter 2247 — You'd Better Run

Wei Zhao had refrained from taking it all this time because he could not bear to use it. Unless he reached the brink of life and death, he would never deploy it lightly! Although this Ultimate Stamina Golden Pill was merely a first-grade pill and Han Jingyi's current alchemical skill was more than sufficient to produce it in batches, the reason Wei Zhao treasured it had nothing to do with how difficult it was to refine. It was because one of its ingredients was exceedingly rare!

Of course, that rarity was relative. To the Hidden Tang Clan, it might amount to nothing, but to Wei Zhao, it was precious indeed! The reason was that this particular medicinal ingredient was monopolized by the Xuan Dan Sect. What found its way onto the market was only the dried herb, never the seeds; even Old Master Wei himself could not cultivate it in quantity.

Selling heavenly treasures, medicinal herbs, and finished pills was the Xuan Dan Sect's greatest source of wealth. The sect had grown steadily larger precisely because of this. It monopolized numerous resources in the cultivation world, and with that kind of advantage, it would have been difficult for it not to prosper.

Thus, once this Ultimate Stamina Golden Pill was used up, Wei Zhao would have no more. And if he wanted to obtain the raw materials for more, he could hardly approach the Xuan Dan Sect and ask for them outright!

Thinking of this, Wei Zhao felt somewhat regretful. When he had traded with You Panhu for the information, he should have exchanged for more of the herbs needed to refine the Ultimate Stamina Golden Pill.

But at the time, Wei Zhao had never imagined that even a first-grade pill would contain an ingredient monopolized by the Xuan Dan Sect. It was only when he left this time and was sorting through the belongings he carried with him that he remembered to look up the pill formula. He had not expected the result of his search to be this.

Yet under the present circumstances, no matter how rare the Ultimate Stamina Golden Pill was, he had to take it. If he did not, death was his only road!

"Furious Sea, Raging Tides - Twelfth Form!"

With the Heaven-Rank Madman sprawled on the ground and the Grand Protector's true qi freshly replenished and fully charged, he once more unleashed the Twelfth Form of Furious Sea, Raging Tides. Wrapped in azure true qi, the soft whip lashed mercilessly at the Heaven-Rank Madman again!

Wei Zhao was frantic, but he did not intervene at this moment. Instead, he rapidly refined the pill and continued circulating his inner cultivation method, compressing the true-qi energy bomb. The Ultimate Stamina Golden Pill truly was effective. Wei Zhao suddenly discovered that the speed at which his cultivation method circulated had been forcibly increased by more than twofold. No wonder it was called the Ultimate Stamina Golden Pill. It truly drove the body's vitality to its absolute limit!

"Bang!"

The soft whip struck the Heaven-Rank Madman, erupting once more in a thick cloud of blood mist. With a howl of pain, tinged with fury and unwillingness, the Heaven-Rank Madman staggered up from the ground, only to spit out a mouthful of blood. Clearly, he had been badly injured!

This time, the Heaven-Rank Madman had been unable to block the Grand Protector's Twelfth Form of Furious Sea, Raging Tides. The blow had landed squarely on him. How could he possibly have emerged unscathed? His trembling body swayed again and again before he finally managed to steady himself. His face was ashen, his entire appearance wretched.

"Old madman, how does that feel? Quite satisfying, isn't it?" the Grand Protector sneered. "A renowned expert at the peak of the late Heaven Rank, beaten into this miserable, pathetic state by a mere early-Heaven-Rank cultivator like me! Hahahahahaha!"

The Grand Protector's laughter was unbridled. Even he had never imagined that he could beat the Heaven-Rank Madman into such a sorry state.

"Hmph!" Hatred flickered in the Heaven-Rank Madman's eyes. Though every inch of his body throbbed with pain, he still forced himself to his feet. Yet the instant he stood, something seemed to occur to him. He turned toward Wei Zhao and roared, "Li'er, why have you come back again? Run! Run now! Take Yue'er down the mountain and get as far away as you can! Don't worry about me!"

His mind might have been somewhat impaired and his wits none too sharp, but he could still distinguish friend from foe. He also understood his own condition and the situation clearly enough. Though the Grand Protector's level was far below his own, the subtlety of his martial technique made him an opponent the Heaven-Rank Madman simply could not defeat!

To make matters worse, after fighting for so long, he had forgotten how to unleash his Madfire Fist and could only withstand the attacks with his true qi. And because his mind was not entirely clear, his reactions had slowed considerably. That was why he had suffered such a crushing defeat.

But his own defeat did not matter. He had to make sure Wei Zhao got away.

"No one is getting away!" the Grand Protector sneered, raising his hand. The soft whip lashed at the Heaven-Rank Madman once more. "Furious Sea, Raging Tides - Eleventh Form!"

"Bang!"

Though the Heaven-Rank Madman struggled desperately to raise the black meteoric-iron staff in his hand and block the attack, his strength had been exhausted, and he had also suffered severe internal injuries. He was no match for the Grand Protector. His entire body was sent flying once more, crashing to the ground with a thunderous boom!

The agony in his chest and his severe exhaustion caused the Heaven-Rank Madman's vision to blur gradually. He looked toward Wei Zhao, still seated on the ground in the distance like an old monk sunk deep in meditation, then at the Grand Protector, who had raised his soft whip with a cold laugh. The Heaven-Rank Madman was unwilling to accept this!

"Disciple, run! What are you waiting for?" the Heaven-Rank Madman shouted at Wei Zhao, both startled and enraged.

"..." Wei Zhao clenched his teeth. He no longer wished to waste even the slightest bit of strength on speaking. He was almost there... almost there!

"Old madman, resign yourself to your fate!" the Grand Protector shrieked. He stamped both feet against the ground, sending his body soaring through the air toward the Heaven-Rank Madman. His soft whip rose and swept back and forth overhead as he gazed down arrogantly, like a victor, at the Heaven-Rank Madman, who was already on the verge of collapse. "With nothing more than early-Heaven-Rank strength, I actually beat an expert at the peak of the late Heaven Rank into a cur! Hahaha! If word of this gets out, it will be the greatest joke the cultivation world has ever heard!"

Having said this, the Grand Protector prepared to unleash another Twelfth Form of Furious Sea, Raging Tides. By now, he was virtually certain that once this attack was released, the Heaven-Rank Madman would either die outright or be left with hardly a breath in him. Even divine pills and miraculous medicines could not save him!

When the Heaven-Rank Madman saw that Wei Zhao still refused to run, his heart clenched with pain. He struggled to his feet, preparing to fight the Grand Protector to the death. But how much good that would do... that remained unknown.

"You... sooner or later, retribution will find you!" the Heaven-Rank Madman roared furiously.

"Retribution? You are right. Once you enter this line of work, sooner or later you have to pay your debts. But that is not something you need to worry about, old madman. I will send you and your precious disciple on your way together!" The Grand Protector gave a cold smile and prepared to strike. "Furious Sea, Raging Tides - Twelfth Form!"

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