The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 353 - 255 The Upcoming Battle_2

Chapter 353: Chapter 255 The Upcoming Battle_2

"We begin tomorrow," Yan Xiaobao said, a smile forming on his handsome face, his eyes glittering with a merciless light that even sent a chill down the spines of the fierce Demon Beasts in the room. However, this faint fear was quickly overshadowed by the excitement ignited within their cat-like pupils.

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Liluo City had long transformed from a bustling and spirited atmosphere into a city seemingly ruled by martial law. Citizens refrained from leaving their homes unless for errands, and the streets were filled with patrols from two opposing factions.

Whenever these patrols crossed paths, it was almost inevitable that a small skirmish would erupt, the sounds of battle echoing through the empty streets. Scenes of injured, or sometimes even dead, guards had become a daily occurrence. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Nevertheless, the following morning, Yan Xiaobao and the three Beast Sisters left the mansion. But on the desolate streets, not a single guard could be seen. An eerie silence blanketed the major city of the Sun Kingdom.

While ordinary citizens could not precisely discern what was happening, each of them knew that something was about to profoundly change their city. It was something beyond their control, leaving them resigned to the fate of this perilous day.

As they rushed down the empty streets, Yan Xiaobao noticed that every shop in the city had been shut tight. A trace of a soothing smile appeared on his face as he led his small party toward the city’s central plaza. The plaza was the only place capable of accommodating such a large gathering of cultivators at once.

As they drew closer to the plaza, Yan Xiaobao began encountering more and more guards from both factions. At this moment, Yan Xiaobao aligned with neither side, making him an enemy to both factions—a position he had willingly embraced with a vow.

Having long since broken through to the Middle Dantian, martial arts attacks were exceedingly simple for Yan Xiaobao, and he quickly abandoned subtlety as they approached the central plaza. At his feet, he began circulating his Qi through his meridians, rapidly creating four Qi Fans.

As the three companions following him mirrored his actions, he sprang onto one of the Qi Fans, repeating the gesture for the others. Yan Xiaobao nodded in approval as all four Qi Fans soared into the air, propelling their party forward at incredible speed toward the plaza.

The closer they flew to the plaza, the more guards they encountered, and the streets grew crowded with patrols. These guards were aligned with Ronghua, a faction that earned a small approving nod from Yan Xiaobao.

The further Hui Yue advanced toward the center, the stronger the guards became. Yan Xiaobao raised an eyebrow in surprise. Most tactical doctrines he knew placed weaker soldiers—or cultivators, in this case—as cannon fodder, with stronger forces joining only once the enemy was worn down. But here, the guards seemed eager to demonstrate their combat prowess, growing stronger the closer they were to the center of power. The auras they radiated grew increasingly menacing.

Sensing Yan Xiaobao and his three followers soaring above these powerful cultivators, the experts below were shaken. Unlike the outer guards, these stronger individuals were well-versed in advanced martial arts techniques, such as those employed by Qi Fan, used by the Rong family’s young mistress.

Secretly, Yan Xiaobao was astonished by the sheer number of cultivators gathered on the streets. If even the side streets boasted so many high-ranking practitioners, he could only imagine the incomprehensible number of experts each faction had assembled. If a battle were to break out, it would undoubtedly escalate into ferocious chaos in mere moments.

Hui Yue flew calmly above these experts until the central plaza finally came into view, prompting him to take a deep breath. Thousands of cultivators crowded either side of the plaza, separated only by a ten-meter-wide neutral zone in the middle.

At the forefront of one army stood Lord Rong Liang. To one side was Bubu, and to the other were Rong Ming and Rong Xing. Behind him were all the leaders and elders of his own family, as well as allied clans, including the Ma family elders and Ma Kong. Gao Yan stood with the Ma family, glaring angrily at the opposing faction.

Facing them was Deng Zeng alongside Wang Julong’s father, with their respective relatives, including Deng Wu and Wang Julong, flanking them.

As the two sides faced off, not a single word was spoken until their expressions changed upon noticing Yan Xiaobao entering the scene with three specialists accompanying him.

Upon closer inspection, they quickly recognized Sha Yun, her long tail making concealment impossible. However, no one could identify the other two enigmatic figures.

Although Deng Wu, Wang Julong, Gao Yan, the Rong twins, and Ma Kong knew that the two were Beast Sisters, none of them voiced this knowledge aloud. Instead, their faces all bore expressions of profound shock.

Yan Xiaobao’s appearance caused a brief hesitation among the elders of various families. However, they had already reached a point of no return. If Yan Xiaobao chose to fight alongside one of the factions, they would be powerless to stop him. They could only hope he would stand with them.

"Do you dare defy the royal decree appointing me as City Lord?" Lord Rong Liang’s voice suddenly boomed across the entire city. The ground trembled slightly, and even in the poorest slums, every word could be heard clearly.

"The Royal Family merely replaced us as a temporary measure; otherwise, why are they not here to support you? The Royal Family’s true intent is to restore our rightful status among the Hundred Families!" Deng Zengying roared back. While his voice was loud and brimming with the power of Wu Wei, it was still no match for Lord Rong Liang’s earlier proclamation.

Rong Liang offered no rebuttal to Deng Zengying’s comments. Instead, he raised his arm into the air, clenching his teeth. A swirling golden energy accompanied his roar. "Leave none alive!"

Even as the plaza erupted into chaos, Yan Xiaobao and his group showed no signs of joining the fray. As Lord Rong Liang’s command echoed, everyone on the plaza charged at one another. Yan Xiaobao’s eyes revealed a trace of disdain, as if mocking these supposedly respected experts for acting more like Vikings than intelligent cultivators of high status.

Ignoring the waves of clashing humans, Yan Xiaobao narrowed his eyes, his gaze landing on Deng Wu, who was staring back at him. Yan Xiaobao blinked, smiled faintly, and gently shook his head before shifting his focus to Rong Xing.

While Wang Julong plunged into the battle, Wang Yuelong exerted great effort as he fought with ranking cultivators from the Rong Sect, pushing courageously toward Rong Xing.

Yan Xiaobao sighed deeply and said, "Let them live," motioning toward the Rong twins, Ma Kang, and Gao Yan. "Kill anyone who dares to lay a hand on them. I have bigger matters to attend to."

With that, Yan Xiaobao deftly descended onto the ground with the four Qi Fans. The three Beast Sisters moved to guard those he had singled out, while Yan Xiaobao intercepted Deng Wu himself.

The cultivators spiraled into chaos all around. Some fought one-on-one, while others found themselves in battles involving up to five opponents. It was as if Yan Xiaobao had stepped onto an ancient battlefield, only the surroundings were not rolling hills and fields but stone walls and wooden market stalls.

Blood splattered everywhere, along with severed limbs. Corpses and wounded men littered the ground. Some cultivators wielded weapons, while others relied solely on their spiritual arts or martial arts techniques.

Hui Yue landed in an area where two cultivators were dueling. With a slight wave of his hand, Qi beneath his feet vanished, coalescing toward his hand and forming the shape of a short sword.

On the other side of Yan Xiaobao, a black dagger suddenly materialized, emanating a dark, ominous aura.

With a swift twist of his wrist, Yan Xiaobao’s solidified sword shimmered in the morning light as it cleanly severed the head of a guard dressed in Deng family colors.

As he advanced toward Deng Wu, more cultivators stepped forward. With a resigned sigh, Yan Xiaobao dispatched them all with swift decapitations or precise stabs to the heart. So far, there had been no need to activate any of his elemental affinities; each opponent who crossed his path was merely a low-ranking cultivator with their Dantian at its earliest stage.

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