If he abandoned Han Yueli now, what would be the point of Chu Fengmian’s cultivation in Martial Arts? He wouldn’t be able to face his own conscience.
Chu Fengmian’s Martial Arts were about protecting everyone he wished to protect.
"There must, there must be another way!"
Chu Fengmian frowned deeply, moving with almost the fastest speed possible toward the direction of Emperor of Fertility’s tomb.
Speed, as long as Chu Fengmian’s speed was a bit faster, that would be enough!
"Power! I must have stronger power!"
"I cannot die here, in my previous life, I died jumping off a cliff because I lacked the power. This life, I cannot die so helplessly again, dying by the hands of others!" Chu Fengmian murmured to himself.
In Chu Fengmian’s left hand, his eyes were already fixed on the magical dragon pill.
The only thing that could give Chu Fengmian instant power was this dragon pill, a dragon pill of a flood dragon might truly create a miracle.
"Do you plan to swallow this dragon pill right now?"
Looking into Chu Fengmian’s eyes, Xing Xuan’s voice changed.
"You need to think this through. Although it’s only a flood dragon’s dragon pill, it’s still a dragon pill, a dragon pill of the realm of Wind Domination!"
"The power it contains is something you cannot endure now. Perhaps, by swallowing it, you will burst from within and die because you cannot handle the power!"
"Even if you practice the Dragon-slaying Technique, you can’t possibly swallow such an immense amount of Spiritual Power in one go! You could simply leave that woman behind and escape to live another day. Why take such a huge risk now?"
Xing Xuan’s voice also carried disbelief.
There were clearly better options available. Why, why was Chu Fengmian so desperate?
Could it be just to take that woman with him, to leave together, all for a promise? Or because of a life-saving debt.
A dragon pill, is equivalent to containing nearly half the Spiritual Power of a flood dragon’s body, and it’s the most refined Spiritual Power at that.
Even if one wishes to consume it, it must be done in combination with other Spiritual Medicines to harmonize the Spiritual Power within, otherwise, even a Saint could burst open suddenly.
Especially now that Chu Fengmian was still being pursued.
Without even a safe environment.
In such circumstances, to swallow and refine the dragon pill.
Was no different from suicide.
Leaving Han Yueli behind was impossible for the current Chu Fengmian; he had no other choice.
Instead of dying a pathetic death, he would rather truly fight with all he had, even if the odds were one in ten of survival, Chu Fengmian was no longer considering.
Chu Fengmian opened his mouth and bit down on the dragon pill, swallowing the human-head-sized pill in just two or three gulps.
He then started to activate the Battle Dragon Technique to refine it.
Upon ingesting the dragon pill, almost instantly, Chu Fengmian felt an immense volume of Spiritual Power pouring into his body.
The dragon pill was indeed much more effective than any Spiritual Medicine in the world.
A Wind Domination realm Martial Artist refining a dragon pill could at most only swallow one-thousandth of it at a time; any more could cause them to burst from the overwhelming Spiritual Power.
For Chu Fengmian to entirely swallow a dragon pill in one go was an act of extreme madness.
Especially now, Chu Fengmian could not devote all his attention to refining the dragon pill; he still had to continue propelling himself forward with his movement technique, fleeing at high speed.
Two of the most taboo acts for Martial Artists were both being committed by Chu Fengmian now.
"How can that young man’s Spiritual Power suddenly swell up? Could it be that he has swallowed and refined the dragon pill?"
Cheng Tiangong stared at the sudden change in Chu Fengmian’s Spiritual Power in the distance, the bursts of Spiritual Power that emerged even carried a dragon’s might.
It took him only a moment to guess what had happened.
"Damn it! That’s a dragon pill! The little brat actually swallowed it!"
Chu Ning, following behind, his eyes filled with wild envy.
A dragon pill was equivalent to the wealth of countless Qi Gathering Pills, and having such a massive fortune devoured before his eyes drove Chu Ning mad.
That dragon pill was supposed to be in his bag; instead, Chu Fengmian took it and even consumed it.
Now, even if he killed Chu Fengmian, the dragon pill wouldn’t come back.
"Damn it! Today, I must kill this boy and seize his Emperor of Fertility stele! Without the dragon pill, the inheritance of the Emperor of Fertility must also be ours!"
Chu Ning roared angrily, his figure speeding up even more as he pursued.
Xing Xuan watched Chu Fengmian, speechless.
In such a situation, to choose to consume and refine the dragon pill was an act only a madman could commit.
He had never encountered such a person among the countless he had met.
Especially now, enduring the numerous painful onslaughts of the dragon pill’s Spiritual Power, Chu Fengmian didn’t even utter a sound.
It was as if the one enduring the pain was not Chu Fengmian at all.
"I, Chu Fengmian, will certainly not die in such a place today!"
Within Chu Fengmian’s body, Spiritual Power had already been wildly surging.
The Spiritual Power of the dragon pill was indubitably equivalent to the sum of tens of millions of Qi Gathering Pills, if not much, much more.
Even though the phantom of an ancient battle dragon inside Chu Fengmian’s body was constantly opening up to devour, the speed of consumption couldn’t keep up with the power released by the dragon pill.
Within a few moments, Chu Fengmian’s body seemed inflated, swollen immeasurably, displaying the effects of the bombardment by such powerful Spiritual Power.
In this state, Chu Fengmian could have exploded and perished at any moment.
"No, I can’t die yet! I must survive! I refuse to die!"
Chu Fengmian mentally roared, pushing the Battle Dragon Technique to its limit, continuously devouring the dragon pill’s Spiritual Power.
His flesh was torn asunder, and his body drenched in blood, riddled with countless wounds.
Trails of light left behind revealed Chu Fengmian’s fresh blood.
While enduring immense pain, Chu Fengmian managed to activate the Phantom movement technique once again.
His Spiritual Power had reached its bursting point, and he wanted to see what kind of speed could be achieved with such power.
His figure flashed by.
Now, Chu Fengmian’s speed was more than twice as fast as before.
This pace was enough to surpass Chu Ning and Cheng Tiangong.
Joy finally shone in Chu Fengmian’s eyes.
This desperate gamble by Chu Fengmian had paid off, such bursts of speed were enough to throw off the two pursuers.
At the same moment, a vast Array appeared before Chu Fengmian.
Behind the Array stood a colossal tomb, which was less a tomb and more a giant cave.
This was the tomb of the Emperor of Fertility.