Chapter 2247 — You'd Better Run
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"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!"