Chapter 2299 — Impossible!
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Since you don't mind life or death, then I'll send you on your way!" Tagan Long's gaze toward Wei Zhao was icy and sharp. In his eyes, Wei Zhao was already a dead man. "You've learned my secret—I cannot let you leave this place alive, no matter who you are or where you come from!"
So it was true—Tagan Long had been playing the wastrel all along, enduring in silence. Wei Zhao thought grimly on how deep this one's scheming ran, but his hands did not pause. He hurled the fifth form of the Wildfire Fist once more—yet this time it was not merely the fifth form, but the fifth form paired with the Firestream Divine Bullet, the equivalent of an eleventh form among ordinary martial techniques!
"Wildfire Fist!" Like a moth diving into flame, Wei Zhao unleashed the fifth form of the Wildfire Fist at Tagan Long once more, and Tagan Long, after drawing a deep breath, pushed both palms out flat again!
"Five Elements Eight Trigrams Palm—third form. You may die now!" Tagan Long barked coldly. "To force me to unleash my strongest technique—you are no ordinary sort. Consider your death fitting!"
Moreover, Wei Zhao could clearly feel that this Five Elements Eight Trigrams Palm of Tagan Long's was extraordinarily powerful, far stronger than ordinary Earth-rank techniques! Wei Zhao's Wildfire Fist was already a first-rate martial technique, yet beside Tagan Long's Five Elements Eight Trigrams Palm it still fell short by a measure!
It stirred in Wei Zhao a sudden urge to steal the art for himself. What would it be like, he wondered, if he mastered this Five Elements Eight Trigrams Palm?
Of course, it was only a passing thought. He reckoned a technique like this could never be kept in the Library Pavilion, and he had no mind to linger in battle now. If he did not settle matters before him quickly and draw the old ancestor in seclusion, Tagan Long's grandfather Tagan Hao, the Second and Third Protectors, and that old Twelfth Elder down upon him, then today Wei Zhao would find no wings to fly with!
Fine as the technique was, one needed a life left to cultivate it. Besides, now that he knew of it, there was no hurry. While there is green mountain, there is no fear of no firewood—there would be chances to steal it later.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
Wei Zhao's twin fists crashed against Tagan Long's palms. Tagan Long's face changed abruptly, shifting from shock to pallor, then to a flush of crimson—"Pff!"—and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Tagan Long was blasted flying backward by Wei Zhao's blow, a blade of blood spraying from his mouth—clearly he had suffered grave internal injuries!
"Impossible... impossible..." Tagan Long stared at Wei Zhao in disbelief. "How can this be? You are only mid-stage Earth-rank—how could you use an eleventh-form technique? That is a Heaven-rank technique..."