Chapter 299: 299: No One Can Get Away With
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With the Heaven Swallowing Skill in hand, Patrick Ivory’s entire body instantly began to wither!
The inner strength of the Grandmaster of the Eighth Rank flowed into Ethan Smith’s body through his palm, circulating through his meridians!
It took a full half a minute for Ethan to completely absorb Patrick Ivory’s inner strength.
“That’s so comfortable!” Ethan couldn’t help but exhale with satisfaction.
Looking at Patrick Ivory on the ground, Adonis Williams had mixed feelings in his heart.
He opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.
“Master Williams, he got what he deserved, and I’ve already shown mercy.” Ethan glanced at Adonis Williams and said solemnly.
Indeed, since Ethan hadn’t devoured his divine sense, he had already spared him.
Adonis waved his hand and said, “Forget it, forget it.”
Ethan didn’t say any more; he picked up Adonis and Edward Green and turned to leave.
By devouring Patrick Ivory’s inner strength, Ethan had somewhat compensated for the loss of Enlightenment Tea.
Of course, compared to Enlightenment Tea, a Grandmaster of the Eighth Rank was nothing at all.
Upon returning, Ethan personally treated Adonis and Edward’s wounds.
Fortunately, their injuries were not serious, and a few days of rest would suffice.
In the following days, Ethan chose to seclude himself.
He absorbed the qi from Bergerac Province, nourishing his body.
With Patrick Ivory’s inner strength, Ethan even felt that he had touched the boundary of the Grain Avoidance Stage Second Layer.
After three days, Master Williams’ injuries had finally healed.
He knocked on Ethan’s door and then walked in.
Adonis sat beside Ethan and exclaimed, “I never expected that after stepping into the master level, you could easily crush a Grandmaster of the Eighth Rank.Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om
It’s unheard of.”
Ethan said solemnly, “That doesn’t prove anything, and besides, the path I’m walking is different from yours.”
As Ethan said, Patrick Ivory had just entered the rank of Grandmaster of the Eighth Rank and couldn’t bring out all his strength.
Moreover, Patrick Ivory was no longer at his peak at that time; otherwise, Ethan wouldn’t have won so easily.
Although it was very subtle, it still surprised Ethan a bit.
“It seems that the environment thirty years ago was much better than it is now,” Ethan thought to himself.
At this moment, Ethan suddenly remembered something.
“Master Williams, has it been three days already?” Ethan asked with a frown.
Adonis was taken aback and then nodded, “That’s right, it’s already the fourth day since then.”
Ethan touched his chin and sneered, “Four days? Chaim Tate’s herbs haven’t arrived yet, it seems I need to pay a visit.”
Chaim Tate didn’t know Ethan was still alive; when he saw Ethan in the thunderstorm, he concluded that Ethan was doomed.
So, he returned directly to Peach Blossom City, a hundred kilometers away, on that day.
“You really want to find Chaim Tate?” Adonis asked solemnly.
Ethan sneered, “It’s only right to settle a debt, and besides, there are plenty of legends in Peach Blossom City, and I really want to see it for myself.” Peach Blossom City had produced three thousand-year-old Divine Medicines!
Hundred-year-old ones were found every year!
This was also one of the reasons why Chaim Tate had so much stock.
“Ethan, think carefully. Chaim Tate can have so many herbs without being monopolized, which means he must have strong backing,” Adonis said solemnly.
Ethan nodded, “Master Williams, rest assured, I have my own plans.”
At this point, Ethan even invited, “Master Williams, come with me, it’ll be a good way to clear your mind. ”
However, Adonis shook his head and refused, “No, I’ll stay here.”
Seeing this, Ethan didn’t insist.
That day, Ethan left Bergerac Province with Edward and headed straight for Peach Blossom City.
At this time, Chaim Tate was in his warehouse with a satisfied look on his face.
Looking at the wealth he had accumulated over the years, Chaim Tate couldn’t help but feel triumphant.
“Master, the three Grandmasters you asked us to invite have arrived,” a disciple came forward and said.
Chaim Tate sneered, “No need, let them go back. Ethan is dead, their help isn’t needed anymore.”
“By the way, remember to give each of them one hundred-year-old herb as an apology.”
The disciple nodded, “Yes, Master.”
At this point, the disciple seemed to remember something and continued, “Master, don’t forget tonight’s Medicine God event at the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.”
Chaim Tate slapped his head and couldn’t help but curse, “This damn Ethan, almost made me forget this important matter!”