Chapter 1925: Chapter 1918: Turn It Into a Foot Massage Parlor
"How does he have such elixirs?" At this moment, Vic had little battle spirit left.
It’s known that many elixirs can enhance a martial artist’s explosive power, but there are major limitations. For example, an elixir that increases the explosive power of a Divine Breath Realm martial artist two to three times would be meaningless to those in the Body Refinement Realm, as the enhanced strength is almost negligible.
The bodies of Dao Realm martial artists have already been developed to the extreme. Under such circumstances, to unleash even greater power requires extremely dominant energy. Vic spent years accumulating this knowledge before researching and developing this method using the energy of the Phantom Profound Beast, achieving a tenfold increase in strength, which is unimaginable to ordinary people.
Even elixirs that double the strength of Dao Realm martial artists are extremely rare. Among the alchemists in the Endless Land, only a few can craft them, and they require a large quantity of materials and a very high difficulty of refinement.
As for Zhang Menglong’s items, they are divine to Dao Realm martial artists. What kind of elixir can increase their explosive power twentyfold? And this stuff can even stack? He must be a monster!
"Aha! I found it!"
At this moment, Zhang Menglong suddenly pulled out another red elixir. This elixir emitted a strong energy fluctuation, so much so that one could vaguely feel powerful chemical reactions occurring within the elixir.
"Boss, what’s this?"
"Hahaha, this is my refined elixir, the ultimate version of the Tyrant Pill. Just one can increase a martial artist’s strength fiftyfold, and the effect won’t fade before their stamina is exhausted; it’s practically a divine artifact for killing across realms!"
"So amazing? Fiftyfold?"
"Gosh, if I take this thing, combined with my Nine Nether Sunset Art, I might be able to challenge a Third Grade Dao Realm martial artist single-handedly now!"
"Boss, make more of this stuff! Then we’ll all pop pills and attack that damn Divine Profound Hall together!"
"You think this stuff is so easy to refine?" Zhang Menglong frowned slightly. It’s not that the difficulty of the elixir’s refinement is too high, but the materials are too demanding—not only regarding attributes but also age limitations. If he hadn’t harvested everything from that ancient cave heaven nursery, Zhang Menglong wouldn’t have been able to refine such a high-grade Tyrant Pill.
Upon hearing about the fiftyfold, Vic was instantly shocked. Just with a twentyfold boost, he was already close to tears. If it’s fiftyfold now, he might as well buy himself a coffin!
"I’d rather not waste the divine pills of Gu Xiao, the City Lord!" Even Ose was startled, thinking that if he had such an elixir, he could sweep across the entire Endless Land. Luckily, he’s on Zhang Menglong’s side now. If he were an enemy, his death would be quite ugly!
"Vic, we should resolve our issue!" Ose didn’t want to waste more time; if Vic had any remaining cards, it would require additional effort.
"Ose, the winner is king, the loser is a rogue. I have nothing to say today, but you will not kill me, Vic!"
Vic laughed towards the sky, "Let everyone in Illusion City be buried with me!"
Vic directly activated all remaining energy in the Illusory God elixir. This burst of energy was enough to level the entire city in an instant. Even if they survived, no one below Dao Realm would be spared, rendering their previous efforts futile.
Ose was about to make a move, intending to throw Vic out before the energy burst, but it seemed as if Vic had anticipated it.
"Ose, I advise you not to touch me. My body, if hit any harder, will immediately explode, merely accelerating the demise of Illusion City!"
"Beast!" Banak gritted his teeth in anger. Even Ose could only barely protect himself and could not save the city.
"Alas!" Ose’s men couldn’t help but sigh, "Such a fine city, gone just like that, everything has to start anew."
"Don’t be too downhearted. As long as the City Lord remains, Illusion City can be rebuilt. It’s just unfortunate for its residents!"
"Everyone better retreat! This place is the epicenter of the explosion, even we can’t protect you!"
"Why retreat? There’s no need!" Zhang Menglong directly stopped them, "Illusion City won’t abandon a single person. As long as Illusion City is here, they are here!"
"But this energy..." Ose sighed, "I’m sorry, City Lord. I should have just killed him directly."
"It’s not a big issue," Zhang Menglong, though frustrated, had no choice but to exchange a hefty amount of cred points, pulling out a purple-black copper clock.
"Donghuang Clock, go!" Zhang Menglong tossed the clock, which instantly expanded, enveloping Vic, who seemed to be undergoing nuclear fusion, inside it. A surge of energy wrapped around him.
"Clang!"
The Donghuang Clock slightly shook inside, but just a slight shake. Not even a puff of smoke emerged. This small impact was just small for the Donghuang Clock, a divine artifact.
"Come back!" Zhang Menglong retrieved the Donghuang Clock, leaving only faint energy fluctuations lingering at that spot, reminding others of the recent intense explosion.
"What on earth is this?" Everyone stared at the Donghuang Clock in Zhang Menglong’s hand with surprise. It emitted a profoundly ancient and noble aura, able to contain such vast and violent energy in such a small space—truly a divine artifact.
"Eliminate the rest!" Zhang Menglong said coldly. Vic’s deputies and leaders were all loyal to him; if left behind, they might cause trouble later.
"Leave it to us!"
With that matter settled, Zhang Menglong left the manor. He knew the remaining tasks would be tackled by Ose, who had been troubled by these people during the siege before.
Shortly, Ose and his men emerged from the manor. Now, dealing with these people was child’s play for Ose; they wouldn’t even have the chance to escape.
"Brother Gu Xiao, we’ve dealt with Vic’s remnants!" Ose, though looking slightly fatigued, was in high spirits; nothing beats the joy of avenging oneself.
"Thanks for the hard work," Zhang Menglong tossed over a few elixirs, "These will help you recover quickly. Let Ose take this spot; don’t waste it."
"Hahaha, I still prefer the cultivation room of our city’s law enforcement squad. This place, though big, isn’t suitable for cultivation." Ose refused, as the training room was effective even for a Peak of Dao Realm martial artist like him.
"Then let’s turn this place into a foot massage city!"
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