Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1072 - 1070: The Pressure of the Strong! (Four more!)

Chapter 1072: Chapter 1070: The Pressure of the Strong! (Four more!)

The dust and fog gradually enveloped the area, lingering for a long time without dispersing, and no one knew what had transpired within.

It was as if a sandstorm had just swept through this place.

In the midst of the dust and fog, a figure in a purple robe suddenly appeared. The old man was somewhat short and his face was full of wrinkles.

For some reason, looking at him gave rise to a hint of sleaziness.

But if a ninja from the East Ocean were here, they would be astonished to discover that this person was the true wielder of power in the East Ocean!

At the peak of the East Ocean’s Yasukuni Shrine stood a supreme statue of him!

It was simply because he came from the most terrifying force in the East Ocean, the Shinto Sect.

And he was the Shinto Sect’s power wielder, the Shinto Sect’s Old Ancestor!

The aura he exuded was extremely dreadful; he was hailed as the guardian deity of the East Ocean.

He was the strongest person in the East Ocean!

Without equal.

The Emperor of the East Ocean was directly appointed by the Shinto Sect, and it was rumored that the Shinto Sect had a hand in the initial invasion war against Huaxia.

The Shinto Sect always believed that to break free from its own shackles and rapidly grow stronger, the most crucial step was to overcome geographical constraints.

Territorial expansion was necessary, and the Shinto Sect’s gaze was fixed on the mundane world of Huaxia.

The vast expanse of Huaxia’s lands was too tempting; seizing just a piece of it would strengthen the East Ocean immensely!

Moreover, since Huaxia’s masters had all retired to the Hidden Gate, naturally, no one was concerned with the life or death of common people.

Most importantly, there were a few Dragon Veins hidden within the secular world of Huaxia, teeming with countless fortunes and cultivation opportunities. If the East Ocean could secure just one Dragon Vein, its destiny would undoubtedly take a soaring leap!

Regrettably, in that battle, the East Ocean was defeated, no match for Huaxia, and Huaxia too paid a heavy price.

The old man in the purple robe had a gloomy look in his eyes as he observed the two figures amidst the endless dust.

From their energy, he clearly discerned that both were injured, and quite severely at that.

He was aware of Lord Yaochi’s strength; although since returning, Yaochi had always been plagued with injuries, he had spent a long time cultivating in the East Ocean’s "pool of the dead," his strength subtly increasing, continuously breaking free from the constraints of realms, with few adversaries!

Yet even if Lord Yaochi had recovered to this extent, he was still no match for the young man before him.

This was indeed inconceivable.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at the youth from a distance, and to his surprise, he recognized this person—he was the very one who had destroyed East Ocean’s Yasukuni Shrine. He had come out of seclusion to suppress him, but an unexpected sword flew out and took him away, allowing him to escape catastrophe.

Back then this young man’s strength was pathetic, like an ant, easily crushed within the palm of a hand, so he did not consider eliminating him root and branch.

But in the blink of an eye, half a year had passed, and not only had the young man’s realm broken through, but his strength had also become mysteriously unpredictable.

He could not be left alive any longer; otherwise, he would become an endless threat!

He no longer cared about Lord Yaochi but instead walked toward Ren Feifan, and in his palm, unknown when, appeared a katana shimmering with cold light.

The katana dragged across the ground, its "zzz" sound causing palpitations.

Soon, the Shinto Sect’s Old Ancestor stood right before Ren Feifan!

Without any hesitation, he operated the True Qi within his Dantian and directly stabbed towards Ren Feifan’s heart!

A sinister smile had already appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This was the smile of a victor.

No matter how you defy the heavens, you will still die under my blade!

This is what you Huaxia people call ’when the snipe and the clam grapple, it is the fisherman who benefits’!

Just as the katana was about to strike home, suddenly, Ren Feifan abruptly opened his eyes, and in his hand, unbeknownst to anyone, appeared a Golden Needle!

The Soul-Consuming Golden Needle!

When the Soul-Consuming Needle appeared in Ren Feifan’s hand, it was as if the atmosphere of the entire world had changed.

The forbidden enchantments within the Soul-Consuming Needle were unlocked by the Nine Yang True Qi, unleashing a terrifying killing intent!

Powerful True Qi rolled around the Soul-Consuming Needle and surged continuously!

In this moment, even the Shinto Sect’s Old Ancestor’s face underwent a drastic change!

What in the world was this youth holding in his hand!

How could it exert such a terrifying pressure!

This crushing power even made him want to submit!

His soul seemed to be trembling!

All of this came from the dazzling golden needle in Ren Feifan’s hand!

"Soul-Consuming Needle, annihilate!"

With a furious shout, Ren Feifan sent the Soul-Consuming Needle flying directly from his hand!

The Soul-Consuming Needle collided with the katana of the Shinto Sect elder, causing the sword to break apart instantly!

It shattered into fragments!

After that, it continued its course, stabbing straight towards the Shinto Sect elder!

"Damn it, what on earth is this thing!"

The Shinto Sect elder realized the severity of the situation, but then he saw another terrifying streak of golden light zooming toward him, revealing an unmistakable trace of fear on his face that shouldn’t have been there.

"Boom!"

With the force that could shatter mountains and rivers, the golden light struck the Shinto Sect elder’s arm with all its might, and even though he had a magical treasure, it was of no use—piercing through without a moment’s hesitation! The golden light did not diminish in its momentum and finally fell to the ground, disappearing from sight.

Looking at the bloody hole in his palm, the Shinto Sect elder was shocked to his core.

He had actually been injured by this youngster! And the blood on his hand wouldn’t stop flowing!

However, he also noticed that Ren Feifan’s complexion was pale, and his aura was weak to the extreme!

The other party had no strength to fight another battle!

If that was the case, today he would completely eliminate the problem at its root!

The Shinto Sect elder’s eyes narrowed as he formed a seal with his fingers, his body slowly fading away amidst swirling black mist that became increasingly dispersed.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the elder’s body appeared directly in front of Ren Feifan, with a palm gathering terrifying might, he slapped down at Ren Feifan!

"Boy, you dare injure me, I’ll make you completely turn into a lump of meat paste!"

At this moment, Ren Feifan’s face was scratched with trails of blood by the palm strikes of the Shinto Sect elder.

The pain was intense.

Having just been through a battle, he had no strength left to fight.

Nor did he know what the pearl thrown by the Black Flood Dragon was, as its burst of power was already equivalent to a strike from the peak of the True Path Realm!

Such horror!

Ren Feifan wanted to call on the Sword Spirit, but found that the mysterious space seemed to be locked by some force!

Could it be because of that black pearl?

"Damn it!"

Ren Feifan could already see the Shinto Sect elder’s sinister smile, as if the other had already determined his death was certain!

Just at this critical juncture, a cold breeze blew by his side.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound rang out!

The Shinto Sect elder’s hand was knocked away by a pair of old hands.

What seemed like a casual slap was actually imbued with the power to uproot trees and overturn rocks.

The Shinto Sect elder was smashed against the wall, and countless bits of stone fell!

He struggled to stand up from the rubble, but when he saw an elder beside Ren Feifan, he was utterly stunned!

"This presence..."

A wave of fear from deep within his soul swept over him.

The Shinto Sect elder immediately knelt down without hesitation: "Esteemed sir, I have offended you greatly, I..."

"Scram!"

The elder stated emotionlessly, as if the life or death of others had absolutely nothing to do with him!