Peerless Little Immortal Doctor-Chapter 1703 - 1708: Tragic Ferocity

"Well done! The Human Race can produce such a monstrous cultivator like you! Barely breathing, ugh!"

The Beast King hadn't finished speaking when a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his mouth.

His current condition was extremely dire.

His internal organs and meridians were simply in shambles.

The most crucial part was that his exotic force was consumed to the extreme!

Before he could recover, it was impossible without several years of time.

He believed Xia Liu's condition was comparable to his own.

For the next few years, he absolutely couldn't engage in combat.

"How about it, do you still want to continue fighting?"

Xia Liu asked coldly.

"Heh heh, despicable Human Race, even at this point, you still dare to put on a show."

The Beast King couldn't help but laugh.

He had some respect for Xia Liu.

"I hope you recover your strength within a year, or else the Western Region will be the beginning of the Human Race's destruction!"

Just as the Beast King's words fell, several figures swiftly approached from the back sea area.

Seeing this, Emperor Ming and others also came to stand in front of Xia Liu, shielding him.

"Go back and prepare for defense well, a month from now, the Beast Clan will commence the harvest!"

After the harsh words, the Beast King gradually left under the protection of the Beast Vein experts.

When the Beast King was no longer in sight, Xia Liu vomited blood excessively.

At the same time, half of his clothing fell off, revealing a brutal scene to the air.

"Dao Master! Your injuries!"

"Don't ask, don't speak."

With a pale face, Xia Liu made a silencing gesture.

"Emperor Ming, a month from now, experts of the Beast Clan will attack, I hope you make the arrangements properly."

"Hmm, rest assured Daoist Xia, I won't let your efforts go to waste!"

Emperor Ming gritted his teeth.

He absolutely couldn't disappoint Xia Liu again.

For this world, Xia Liu was willing to sacrifice his life.

What does he have to fear!

"Grand Elder Tiannan, please take care of Senior Daozhen's injuries."

Xia Liu said to Tiannan.

"Tiannan understands!"

"I will be in retreat for some time, this world is entrusted to you all."

"Dao Master! Your injuries are very severe, please..."

"Palace Master Yi Xiu, I understand my condition, I need a quiet time alone, you all just need to guard the Western Region..."

Poof!

Before he could finish, Xia Liu spewed crimson blood again.

The already pale face turned a few shades whiter.

Having no strength left to stop the bleeding, Xia Liu's fragmented flesh beneath his arms dripped blood, staining the sea below red.

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes became teary.

For the Kunwu Realm, Xia Liu had given too much.

Now he also had to bear the pain and pressure alone.

His body was so frail, could he bear it...

Perhaps, he could...

"Little Seven, take me to the Mountain of Dao."

With his Divine Sense transmitting thoughts, amidst the trembling of the Flowing Fire Sword.

The Dragon Soul surged out fiercely.

Without speaking further to everyone, Little Seven wrapped around Xia Liu, transforming into a seven-colored streak rushing to the sky.

"Farewell Dao Master!"

"Farewell Chief Xia!"

...

By the seaside, everyone knelt on one knee.

Xia Liu was their hero.

The pride of this world.

Worthy of their respect.

"Daoist Xia needs to retreat for a while, the opportunity he's fought for, we absolutely must not squander!"

After returning, Emperor Ming particularly emphasized the seriousness of the matter.

"Yes!"

"A month later, the Beast Clan will target every capital city in the Western Region, we cannot afford to be careless, no matter what, we must defend the land, defend the Human Race!"

Emperor Ming continued.

"Next, Daoist Xia will retreat, the Beast King will do the same, so we need to make some deployments."

"Hmm, make sure to arrange everything properly."

"Let's hope we can hold out until the Dao Master comes out of retreat..."

This was everyone's hope.

In this world, only Xia Liu could restrain the Beast Clan.

Emperor Ming immediately planned with Yi Xiu and other high-strength cultivators.

By the time they finished, night had already covered the Kunwu Realm.

Under cover of darkness, the cultivator troops began to withdraw from the coast.

They needed to head into the cities.

Although it would be safe for a month, after that, war would inevitably break out.

First, they must arrange for the evacuation of ordinary civilians.

A month's time, although tight, Emperor Ming had to complete the evacuation of all civilians from the Northern Border.

Late at night, Qingdie came to find Ming Yu.

Through conversation with Liu Mei, she learned that Xia Liu and Ming Yu had had in-depth interactions.

With Xia Liu seriously injured, the direction of his departure was a mystery.

Letting him heal himself, there must be many inconveniences.

Qingdie wanted to care for him.

To give Xia Liu some warmth.

Perhaps Ming Yu could give her an answer.

"Young lady, are you trying to ask where Daoist Xia might retreat to?"

Ming Yu sighed heavily.

He'd rather take on the pain and injuries that befell Xia Liu on himself.

That way, Xia Liu wouldn't have to suffer.

For this world, he had already given too much.

Why did heaven have to torture him like this.

"Yes, I really need to know where exactly he is."

"Since Daoist Xia chose to leave without telling, he hopes no one will disturb him, so young lady, please wait patiently."

"Senior! I am his... his wife! I really need to know where he is."

"Uh uh uh, you're Daoist Xia's wife?"

Upon hearing this answer, Ming Yu immediately perked up.

"Yes, please tell me, senior."

Qingdie was incredibly sincere, speaking as if it were true.

"Even so, I don't know where exactly he has gone either..."

...

Qingdie was left with no choice, realizing her efforts were in vain.

"You should ask Elder Li Dao, maybe he can give you some hints."

Unable to bear Qingdie's gradually tearful eyes, Ming Yu finally gave a hint.

"Thank you, senior!"

Without hesitation, Qingdie quickly went to find Li Dao.

Upon learning Qingdie claimed to be Xia Liu's wife, Elder Li Dao frowned deeply.

"Without Daoist Xia here, your identity cannot be verified, and if you have any ill intentions toward him, wouldn't I be the sinner?"

Anyone could see that Xia Liu left without any messages for his retreat because he didn't want to be found at this time.

Being in a weak period, if a strong enemy appeared, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Li Dao dared not easily give clues.

"Elder Li Dao, I'm kneeling before you, I truly can't bear to see him suffer, I need to accompany him, care for him!"

Qingdie attempted to kneel, but how could Li Dao let her touch the ground.

"Alright, I can only give you a vague location, whether you find Daoist Xia will depend on your fate."

"Yes! Thank you, Elder! Thank you, Elder!"

...

Having gotten an answer, Qingdie explained the situation to Elder Dao Guang and then, carrying her Spirit Sword, headed to places Xia Liu might have retreated to.

Three days later, above a desolate and uninhabited mountain ridge.

The clear sky was instantly shrouded in darkness as black clouds hovered, and a seven-colored Dragon Soul swiftly descended.

Finally, it stopped before a cave dwelling.

Xia Liu's battered body stood tall.

He planted the Flowing Fire Sword into the ground: "Little Seven, no matter who comes, don't let them enter the cave."