Chapter 2133: Chapter 215: I Can’t_2
But for a moment, the figures of Bo Zhao and the other have already vanished from sight.
"Retreat!"
The Soldier Slayer instantly dispersed, and the Xia Army withdrew in order.
Tai Yin did not engage further.
In this war, he has many things to accomplish. He could not afford to waste more time on Bo Zhao.
Moreover, if he continued the chase, it might not yield any good results.
Bao Zhongqing’s presence here suggests that other Qi Army forces probably aren’t far away...
The call to counterattack has already been sounded by him with the first note, and annihilating the Bao family’s force is just the first step.
He must seize the time!
...
...
The rumbling shadow of the mountain is already left behind.
The gusting wind cuts painfully into the chest.
The whole body has barely any intact bones left.
Bo Zhao wrapped his whip around his brother from the same mother, barely managing to fly swiftly.
He can hardly distinguish directions now, is it eastward? Any direction will do, just go as far away as possible, far away...
He sustained serious injuries back in Noon Sun City, and after fleeing for so long under Tai Yin’s pursuit, exhaustion has already consumed him. That mountain-moving strike just now had been his final strength.
The current escape entirely relies on sheer willpower.
As for the rivalry with Bao Zhongqing...
It is true that for a long time, their relationship had been very strained. They employed countless tactics both openly and covertly in their struggles.
The title of Shuofang Marquis represents not just honor and status but also the unmatched power of a Transcendent Cultivator. This kind of power cannot be sought externally; who would be willing to share it?
But no matter how fierce the conflict, they are indeed blood brothers, connected no matter how broken the bones.
He could not just watch Bao Zhongqing die; upon seeing Bao Zhongqing, his first thought was to help him escape... just as Bao Zhongqing had unhesitatingly drawn his forces to cover for him earlier.
"How are you?"
He retracted the dimly glowing mountain-moving whip, catching the blood-spurting Bao Zhongqing in his hand.
At this moment, they were speeding over a verdant, swaying mountain.
Bo Zhao faintly recalled, in Da Xia’s records, this mountain was named "Little Point," a rather curious name. But after crossing this mountain, it would be Feng Li’s territory...
"I... cough! Cough! Cough!"
Bao Zhongqing was coughing violently in the air, and Bo Zhao exerted effort to support himself, transferring some Path Origin to him.
"Hold on. We’re almost at Feng Li."
"Okay... cough! Cough! Okay... cough!"
Bo Zhao gritted his teeth and said no more, desperately squeezing every last ounce of strength from his body.
Suddenly, a sharp pain burst forth from his chest!
This abrupt, intense agony jolted Bo Zhao out of his stupor, his vertical eye on his brow snapping open, divine light igniting!
Poof!
A dagger plunged into the vertical eye!
Divine light extinguished, blood sprayed forth.
The blade pierced through the eyeball, crashing into the skull.
A sound of agony or melancholy rose from deep within Bo Zhao’s throat.
Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!
The dagger stabbed madly around Bo Zhao’s body!
Face! Neck! Chest! Core!
In the high sky, the two brothers fell in a straight line, accompanied by a mournful wailing wind, falling onto the verdant and thriving Little Point Mountain.
During this fall, Bao Zhongqing was utterly unable to tell just how many times he had stabbed.
Turning his blood brother into a punctured, ragged skin sack.
Bubbling and gurgling blood foamed forth.
Bang!
The two brothers landed on the mountaintop.
This short-lived, deeply intimate journey has finally come to an end.
Bao Zhongqing emitted a long, indescribable breath from his throat, let go of his grip, and turned over to lay beside Bo Zhao’s corpse.
He lay there, gazing at the sky.
Beside him lay the mutilated body of his brother.
They lay shoulder to shoulder, as close as they were in childhood. Watching the clouds, the stars, observing this world.
The sky of Summer Country is not as clear as Qi Country’s, but it is still vast.
Sunlight penetrates the clouds, falling impartially.
Very warm.
Bao Zhongqing wished to sleep here, but of course, he couldn’t sleep now.
Taking the miniature storage box hanging from his waist, he extracted healing medicine from it and slowly took it.
Due to his physical state, this sequence of actions was executed with great difficulty, yet methodically.
The Tianmu Divine Power’s insight he knew well. His body indeed was very poor... but it mattered not, for now, he had ample time.
He had won ample time... along with a sunlit future like this.
So he lay there, channeling Path Origin, diligently unleashing the medicine’s effects, carefully tending to his injuries.
Initially, he wanted to say nothing, for he never had the habit of speaking to the dead.
But for some reason, he felt he ought to say something.
Anyway, since he had to tend to his wounds.
"Uh... ah..."
He groaned this way, slightly easing his sore muscles.
Received the difficult response from his limbs and skeletal frame.
This pain, made him feel the urge to speak more.
Thus, he spoke, "You’re two years older than me, ate far more than me, so it’s normal for your cultivation to be higher, right? Do you dare stay put, let me cultivate for two years and try again? How can you claim to be better just because of this? How could this prevent me from inheriting the title?"
He exhaled a breath, then continued, "Your business dealings are a complete mess, the Golden Feather Phoenix Immortal Flower trade in my hands could open channels in Chu Country, earning countless Dao Yuan Stones. In your hands, I simply called a few people to cooperate with Chongxuan Pang for a few words, and you sold it immediately. Are you too dumb to see this deal’s value, or just plain arrogant? Haha, indeed you and our father run the same vein, no wonder he favors you over me."
