I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense C.175: 176: I’ll Give You a 40 Meter Head Start

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Visible to the naked eye, a red firelight surged into the sky, transforming into towering angry waves that assaulted the Holy Demon Sect.

A layer of golden light gleamed around the Holy Demon Sect, firmly blocking the red firelight outside.

“Hmm?”

“The Mountain Protection Array, quite interesting.”

Yun Yan’s expression was somewhat surprised; such a small place had a Mountain Protection Array, and by the looks of it, it was not low level—it should withstand the attack of Great Crossing Realm cultivators.

The expressions of the other cultivators also showed some peculiarity.

A complete Mountain Protection Array was a rare item, able to attack and defend. To have it in the Northern Region seemed somewhat wasteful.

Inside Misty Peak, Li Xiaobai slightly furrowed his brows as he looked at the figures in the sky.

“Old man, it’s time for you to show what you can do.”

The beggar elder took out a certain treasure, poured it into his mouth, and already made up his mind—if it worked, he would go for it; if not, he would run. It was that simple.

In the void, Yun Yan had already spotted Li Xiaobai, and the killing intent in his eyes surged as he reached out towards the Holy Demon Sect, preparing to forcibly break the Sect’s grand array.

The Mountain Protection Array was rare indeed, but to Fire Qilin Cave, it was not essential.

The Sect trembled violently, as the ground shook and the mountains swayed.

Inside the bathhouse.

Ouyang Shuanger’s face was as white as paper. It was too late, her enemies had come to kill her, and there was no escape.

However, the disciples inside remained as calm as Mount Tai, soaking in the bathhouse, smoking Huazi, their expressions indifferent.

“Senior Brother Xu, please snuff out the fire. The intense heat from outside is perfect for a soak.”

“Alright, that’s comfortable.”

Inside the latrine.

Yunkun was excited, and the other peers also felt they had seen hope. The Sect had finally come to rescue them. They had not been living like humans these past two days.

The peers supported each other, becoming the Holy Demon Sect’s most outstanding manure boys.

Every day, cleaning up excrement hundreds of times, sometimes getting so numb that one would fall straight into it—indeed, it was an unspeakably bitter experience.

“It’s the master, I can sense the master’s aura. We’re saved!”

“Yeah, with experts from Fire Qilin Cave leading the way, we’re set this time!”

“Once I get out, I’m going to muster the troops and wipe out the Holy Demon Sect!”

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“And that Li Xiaobai, truly detestable. I want to torture him slowly; I won’t let him die that easily!”

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Atop Misty Peak, the beggar elder’s eyes bulged roundly. The unknown potion truly had an effect. After one bottle, he felt like he had found the feeling of youth, very green and a little innocent.

What was crucial was that he had regained his strength, the power within his Dantian capable of destroying heavens and earth had reappeared.

“Damn, what kind of potion is this, it actually works!”

The beggar elder’s face was full of excitement, Li Xiaobai was speechless—having long felt the old man had agreed too easily, as if he hadn’t taken the potion seriously at all.

“Old man, we’re short on time, isn’t it time for you to make a move?”

“Of course, the Fire Qilin Cave, with their cultivation just entering the Mahayana Realm, dares to show off in front of the beggar elder!”

The beggar elder slightly raised his hand, and also made a grasping motion toward Yun Yan above.

But in an instant, Yun Yan’s complexion changed drastically: “Blaze, aid me!”

“Roar!”

The Fire Qilin by his side roared furiously, positioning itself in front of Yun Yan, opening its mouth to spew out a sky full of purple-red firelight, seeking to completely incinerate the Holy Demon Sect.

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“What’s going on, what happened?”

“It seems like that old man down there is attacking?”

The rest of the cultivators were at a loss, as the shabby old beggar was only targeting Yun Yan, with no one else sensing anything amiss.

Li Xiaobai noticed that the power used by the shabby old beggar didn’t seem to be Spiritual Power, but rather a more advanced power. What it was exactly remained unknown. This old man indeed harbored a great secret.

“Qilin Bloodline, transform into Kylin!”

The shabby old beggar’s grip tightened, Yun Kun’s face turned beet red, and he quickly activated his Qilin Bloodline to forcibly break free from the shabby old beggar’s restraint.

His eyes widened with a look of sheer horror on his face. How could there be such a powerful cultivator in the Northern Region? His cultivation at the Mahayana Realm was being toyed with in the palm of the old man’s hand!

“Qilin Secret Technique, symbiosis!”

“Inferno!”

Ignoring the cultivators beside him, Yun Yan’s body erupted with flames. Behind him, a gigantic Primordial Spirit materialized, taking the form of a Kylin Divine Beast, looking indifferent and as if it didn’t take anything seriously.

The Primordial Spirit formed a hand seal, and an enormous amount of Primordial Spirit Power transformed into a giant hand that covered the sky and fiercely struck down towards the Holy Demon Sect. The massive fire-red palm stretched for thousands of miles and was clearly visible across the entire Northern Region.

Feeling the temperature emanating from the giant palm, the shabby old beggar picked his nose, “Want to arm-wrestle? The shabby old beggar will humor you!”

With an outstretched hand, a similarly vast hand that obscured the sky appeared, stretching tens of thousands of miles, truly overshadowing the sun and cloaking the entire Northern Region in its shadow in an instant.

Compared to this palm, the fire-red Kylin handprint was like the tender hand of a child. With a light squeeze, it exploded with a bang.

“Pfft!”

Yun Yan turned ashen, blood spewing from his mouth.

“Impossible, there’s no one like you in the Northern Region. Who are you really, and why do you pick on Fire Qilin Cave deliberately? Why are you our enemy?”

“The shabby old beggar has never considered Fire Qilin Cave a rival. I’m not targeting you; I just want to say that everyone present is trash.”

The shabby old beggar spoke indifferently with his hands behind his back, thoroughly enjoying this moment.

The effects of that certain treasure were truly impressive, one bottle and he was unstoppable, in such good form!

At this point, the faces of the other cultivators changed as well. If they couldn’t see the situation clearly now, then they had no place in this world.

No wonder Li Xiaobai was so confident. It turned out there was an exceptional master hidden within the sect. Yun Yan was a high-level Mahayana cultivator of Fire Qilin Cave. Even if he had just entered the Mahayana Realm, claiming he was invincible among his peers would not be an exaggeration.

Yet even so, he was no match for the opponent, who casually toyed with Yun Yan leading to his miserable defeat. What was the level of that old man’s cultivation?

Above the Mahayana Realm?

The threshold touched by legends who reached the Immortal Realm?

They dared not imagine.

The people looked at each other, all seeing a flash of fear in each other’s eyes.

“How dare you hurt a master of Fire Qilin Cave. You’re all dead!”

“That’s right, we cultivators have a sense of righteous pride. Elder Yun Yan, rest assured, we won’t stand idly by!”

Yun Yan’s expression turned to surprise. Something was off with these people. Shouldn’t they be thinking about running away right now?

What was with this sudden burst of passion?

But soon he understood. The crowd was full of bluster, yet their bodies were honest, quietly retreating.

Then, they suddenly turned and transformed into streaks of light, quickly fleeing away from the Holy Demon Sect, trying to escape the reach of the giant hand that covered the sky.

“I…”

Yun Yan cursed his luck; if you’re going to run, then run! Why the dramatics?

“Elder, they’re running away…” Li Xiaobai reminded.

“Don’t worry, let them run for nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine miles. The shabby old beggar will wrap things up at ten thousand miles. Let them taste despair.”