Chapter 1422: Chapter 1420: Sothing Went Wrong!
“Swish, swish, swish!”
The battlefield is shrouded in dust, with flashes of blades and swords causing waves of screams. Blood splatters across the ground, quickly forming another layer upon the blood-soaked earth.
Finally…
“Huff, huff, huff…”
Sounds of heavy breathing are heard. Upon closer look, it’s Hao Jian, gasping for breath with a dazed expression. After killing these knights, Hao Jian is pale as paper, exceptionally terrifying.
“Heh heh…”
With a shaky body, Hao Jian lets out a bitter laugh. This ti was really playing too far, also a bit careless. In the future, he must not underestimate Hou Sailai, as their combined strength is quite terrifying.
Feeling the dried-up power within himself, Hao Jian slightly clenches his fist with no strength left. More helpless, his vision gradually blurs as he lets out a sigh.
“This ti I really might fall, such a pity for my wives, they don’t even know I ca out to kill…”
Swaying unsteadily, Hao Jian finally slants his body, slowly falling onto the ground. But just as he is about to hit the ground, a figure suddenly appears in front of him, a crooked wand gently waves, and Hao Jian’s body, originally falling, suspends in mid-air.
“Luckily, I calculated for you before you left, knowing you were in danger, so I rushed over. Seems I wasn’t too late, at least you’re not dead yet.”
As Hao Jian is about to faint, a light chuckle reaches his ears. His whole body jolts, he struggles to open his eyes, finally seeing the owner of the voice through a narrow slit. A smile appears on his lips.
“Prophet, you still ca…”
With these words, Hao Jian finally faints, with no sign of life. The Prophet standing on the open ground shows helplessness, resisting the urge to smack Hao Jian with his wand, he takes him with him.
“If I knew you were so troubleso, I might as well have found a stronger ally, constantly making predictions for them every day instead of having to rush over to save you. You’re such a pain…”
“Your apprentices and subordinates are just as troubleso, might as well have let
die…”
Muttering to himself, the Prophet suddenly looks into the distance. On a spire, there’s no one, yet the Prophet sneers, “Hussein, I know you’re standing there. This ti I’ve saved the God of Death, if you have the ability, feel free to co over, I’ll take on all of it.”
“I, the Battle Prophet, am not one of those powerless prophets. If you dare co, I’ll show you what it ans for life to be worse than death. The unfinished business of the God of Death—perhaps I can help him complete it. But right now, I don’t have ti to deal with your troubles. When the God of Death recovers, we’ll let him decide how to deal with you.”
Just like that, the Prophet shakes his head while waving his wand, leaving with the suspended Hao Jian. Surprisingly, as he walks, the air changes suddenly, or rather, it’s the space around them that changes.
The Prophet ignores this, continuing to walk on his own. Eventually, in a place of void, the void suddenly ripples like water, and the Prophet, with Hao Jian, walks in grandly, causing the two of them to disappear from this land.
It’s unknown how long passes before a person slowly erges from the original spire. His face is grim, watching the vanished duo with an even darker expression.
“Teleportation Technique, I didn’t expect the God of Death’s life-and-death friend, the Battle Prophet, to have learned the thods of the God of Space.” Hussein’s face is bleak, these people, each one is a great figure, while he is rely a small Archbishop soon to beco a small Pope of Vatican.
This identity in the dark world is commonplace, accessibly available in abundance, not a precious identity at all. What distinguishes the status is the disparity in power.
“But…”
Hussein strongly clenches his fists, his face extrely grim. Having let Hao Jian escape this ti, he must prepare to face Hao Jian’s future assault.
If there are no accidents, this offensive will definitely result in his loss. There’s no need to ntion anything else; if Hao Jian cos back here alone, he can demolish his Vatican.
The entirety of Vatican’s high-ranking mbers has almost fallen to Hao Jian’s hands during this battle. Now, Vatican’s strongest combat force is Hussein. What should he do to resolve this?
Originally, he thought his subordinates could kill Hao Jian, but who would have known, they were all counter-killed by Hao Jian. He was utterly panicked, and at the mont when this Battle Prophet appeared, his panic finally erupted.
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“Sigh, I don’t know what you’re thinking. You could have avoided Hou Sailai’s move, but you insisted on enduring it. Now look, you’ve passed out. What am I supposed to do!”
On the road, the Prophet looked at Hao Jian behind him, shaking his head and sighing repeatedly, “You don’t know, on the day you left, Huaxia’s Ancient Martial Arts World ran into trouble. If you were there, maybe those people wouldn’t have dared to co over. But now you’re out of commission, what am I supposed to do!”
“The official forces in Huaxia absolutely won’t intervene in disputes of the Ancient Martial Arts World, and now the only person who can settle the matters of the Ancient Martial Arts World is you.”
The Prophet’s face looked sowhat grim. On the day Hao Jian left Huaxia, people from the world’s four major forbidden zones aggressively invaded Huaxia. Various Martial Artists were all challenged one after another by these people, both famous and unknown were pulled out for single combat.
Now, aside from those old folks hidden deep in the mountains, Huaxia’s Ancient Martial Arts World is facing a big issue. If Hao Jian cannot recover, it will face a huge problem, and perhaps Huaxia’s Ancient Martial Arts World will fall into decline.
After all, these are people from the four forbidden zones, and these people are cruel and bloodthirsty, not open to reason. In just a few hours, many from the Ancient Martial Arts World died; these people were the pillars of the Ancient Martial Arts World!
“Sigh…”
The Prophet calculated with his fingers, rubbed his forehead, and looked at the sleeping Hao Jian, saying, “Kid, you’d better wake up quickly. Your woman is also in trouble now… injured and hospitalized!”
“Do these guys really think there’s no one in Huaxia?!”
The Prophet tightly gripped his Magic Wand, his face extrely unsightly, “The rcenary Alliance is indeed like a centipede that refuses to die even when its head is crushed! After one God of rcenary died, another one appeared so quickly, not only strong but daring to attack your woman, and you’re still asleep…”
The Prophet smiled bitterly, having no choice but to wait until he reached his own place to figure out a solution. He left in a hurry and didn’t bring any dicine, so he could only wait to reach his residence to find those herbs to treat Hao Jian, and these herbs could help Hao Jian wake up quickly.
Now the situation in Huaxia’s Ancient Martial Arts World is critical and dangerous. If a person in charge doesn’t appear soon, it will indeed be dangerous!
After who knows how long, the Prophet finally arrived at his residence, casually throwing Hao Jian onto a stone bed not far away, while he walked over to his house to get so herbs that could treat Hao Jian. Given the current situation, the sooner Hao Jian recovers, the more stable things will be.
People from the four major forbidden zones have co, and people from the rcenary Alliance have co too. Five major forces are invading Huaxia’s Ancient Martial Arts World. If Hao Jian doesn’t appear soon, it will be troubleso.
“I’m using my Thousand-Year Ginseng on you, you really don’t let yourself suffer a loss!” Inside the house, the Prophet grabbed herbs one after another, each ti his face showed a bitter smile. These herbs were all painstakingly gathered from outside.
Thousand-Year Ginseng, Thousand-Year Polygonum Multiflorum, etc., these priceless, nourishing herbs were all thrown into a sandpot by the Prophet for stewing.
Now, he is using all his precious herbs to brew a super replenishing soup for Hao Jian to revive him. Even if he cannot imdiately restore all his strength, he can at least regain consciousness, which would be quite good.
After who knows how long, the Prophet’s sandpot finally had the herbs stewed, leaving only the rich broth and remnants of the herbs.
“This bowl of herbal soup is worth a million. If you don’t pay
back, it could cost you your life.” Coming outside, the Prophet walked to Hao Jian, looking at him, then at the dark yet fragrant large bowl in his hand, sighing.
“I’ve combined so many herbs for you. If you drink it and don’t wake up, I’ll break your limbs and throw you to the rcenary Alliance and see how the current God of rcenary deals with you.”
Next, with the Prophet’s help, the bowl of herbal soup was fed to Hao Jian little by little. As the dicine spread through Hao Jian’s body, his skin instantly turned red.
“I hope you can wake up. I’m waiting for you to return to your peak and kill all the invaders for …”
Just like that, the Prophet slowly left, his steps sowhat staggering. Huaxia is in turmoil now, but he cannot go out. Once he does, many people will certainly co looking for him.
After all, the Prophet is the most scarce resource in this world. With predictive abilities and fighting talents, he is the most desired presence for all forces.
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