Chapter 2241 — Preparing to Flee
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Even so, the wound was no more than superficial, hardly enough to cripple the Grand Protector. Yet his face was grim and cold; he raised a hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, then fixed his icy gaze on Wei Zhao. "Very well. You have some skill. But that is all it amounts to."
"Heh, old thing, that can't feel too good, can it?" Wei Zhao taunted him aloud, but his mind was racing: could he seize this chance to run? And if he did, how great were his odds of getting away?
"Hmph. That last move of yours—if this old man has not misjudged—was actually three moves!" The Grand Protector was no fool; a careful breakdown made it clear that Wei Zhao's attack had in fact consisted of three techniques.
Wei Zhao frowned slightly. The old man was sharper than he looked—he had actually distinguished the true qi bomb, the Mad Fire Fist, and the Wood Forest Thousand Transformations. "Is it not allowed to unleash them all at once?"
"Allowed, it is allowed. This old man will not quibble over such things!" the Grand Protector said coldly, his face dark. "I have taken your moves. Now the thing should be handed over with both hands, should it not?"
"The thing, is it? I told you long ago—if you want it, come and take it yourself!" Wei Zhao said.
"What? You go back on your word—you mean to cheat me?" The Grand Protector's expression turned ugly at once.
"Cheat you? When have I ever cheated you? Old thing, I have never taken you for a man—only for a mangy old dog!" Wei Zhao laughed aloud, but in secret he shot Sun Jingyan a look, telling her and the Heavenly Thunder Pig to find a chance to escape.
Just now, Wei Zhao had given everything he had, pulling out every trick in his book, and had still failed to do anything about the Grand Protector. The true qi bomb had not been fully compressed—there had been no time for it—and he truly had no way to deal with the old bastard.
The chasm in rank and power between himself and a Heaven-rank expert was not something a few exquisite martial techniques and ordinary trump cards could simply bridge.
"Fine. Very fine. Since that is how it is, do not blame this old man for being ungracious!" The Grand Protector was furious—yes, truly furious. He was angry that Wei Zhao had broken his word, going back on what he had promised. He was an expert who had come from that place, and he had always prided himself on being the orthodox standard of the martial world; even when he had wiped out the sect here in years past, he had first found a lofty and honorable pretext.
So when he promised Wei Zhao five moves, he had yielded him five moves—and never expected a junior to dare treat him so.
As he spoke, a flush of blood rose through his livid face, brimming with a razor-sharp killing intent.
Sun Jingyan did not want to flee and leave Wei Zhao behind, but she had no choice. Had Wei Zhao not fought himself to the death precisely to protect the little box in her arms? If that box were taken, every effort he had made would be wasted.
And if she stayed here, she would only become a burden to him. So at Wei Zhao's signal, Sun Jingyan turned to run.
"You want to run? Then all of you stay together!" The Grand Protector had truly lost his temper. Before this, he had not intended to hurt Sun Jingyan—he meant to capture her and bring her back for those lords to deal with—but if she fled, then he might well have to be ruthless with the flower, and wound her first.
As he finished, his eyes narrowed to slits, and a thick, overbearing true qi surged from within his body. His form blurred into an afterimage as he pressed toward Sun Jingyan with an oppressive, crushing force.
His Bagua robe swelled under the force of his true qi, humming like a swarm of bees—proof that he was in a genuine rage, holding nothing back at all.