Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1104 - 1102: You want the sword in my hand, right?

Chapter 1104: Chapter 1102: You want the sword in my hand, right?

Hearing that voice, the man’s body stiffened, his arm freezing mid-air.

After a long while, he turned his head with a strange expression on his face.

Only then did he see Ren Feifan, whose presence was as undisturbed as an ancient well, standing behind him.

The man’s face was pockmarked and even more ferocious, his eyes exuding a trace of iciness.

"Kid, is this sword yours? Did you come from the base of the mountain?"

Ren Feifan did not answer the bare-chested man.

"Can’t hear? Are you a deaf-mute or just a fool?"

The big man didn’t pay attention to Ren Feifan, his immediate priority was to seize the treasure; thus, he turned around, reaching out to remove the large black sword in front of him.

He had thought it would be a simple task, but when his hand gripped the sword handle, something felt wrong.

Because he couldn’t lift it at all!

It was as if a force of ten thousand tons was against him!

"What the hell!"

Quickly, the man circulated his True Qi through his arms, his eyes narrowing as he channeled terrifying strength into his limbs!

"No matter what sword you are, rise for me!"

With a roar of anger, the veins on the man’s arms bulged, and in almost an instant, his face turned red with strain, but the sword stuck in the stone didn’t even plan to move!

Seeing this, his companions grew concerned, one of them walked over with a mocking tone: "Number Two, what the devil is wrong with you? Have you regressed so much that you can’t even pull out a sword?"

Completely giving up, the man sat on the ground, panting heavily, feeling as though he’d been screwed by fate. He cast a sideways glance at his mocking companions and said, "Easy for you to say, why don’t you give it a try!"

The one who spoke scoffed, also circulating True Qi in his arms as he gripped the sword handle, only for his face to quickly turn ashen as if he were a diseased liver.

He couldn’t pull it out at all!

Ren Feifan watched these men, a cold smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

The greatest characteristic of the Ancient Dust Sword was its terrifying weight; even if these men were in the True Path Realm, they might not be able to control it.

One by one they each tried, but to no avail, sitting on the ground awkwardly, gasping for air.

While the group wasn’t paying attention, Ren Feifan turned into a blurry shadow on the spot, rushing directly to the millennia-old Ice Lotus, effortlessly pulled out the Ancient Dust Sword, and drove it in again! Then he carefully took up the millennia-old Ice Lotus.

Only then did he sling the Ancient Dust Sword onto his back.

This millennia-old Ice Lotus was a precious treasure, not to be damaged.

Once damaged even slightly, the Spiritual Energy within would dissipate, rendering it utterly useless.

The group of bare-chested men snapped to their senses, leaping to their feet and directly blocking Ren Feifan’s path.

Their gaze involuntarily fell on the longsword on Ren Feifan’s back.

They were somewhat wary.

Why couldn’t they lift this sword no matter what, yet this guy could easily sling it on his back?

What the heck?

Could it be that this sword was a high-level Spirit Sword with a Sword Spirit and had already bonded with blood?

That’s a real treasure!

The eyes of the group heated up in an instant, initially thinking that today they would only gain one treasure, and now it seemed, there were two!

"So you mean to block my way, is that correct?"

Ren Feifan raised his head, his gaze possessing an unprecedented tranquility.

To him, this group seemed no more than ants.

One of the men, with Tattoos on his chest, stepped out grinning, circling Ren Feifan while examining him from head to toe, then said with a laugh, "Hand over the millennia-old Ice Lotus and the sword on your back, and then you can scram!"

Ren Feifan didn’t speak, but the corner of his mouth curved upward slightly.

Seeing Ren Feifan’s silence, all of them thought the other party was scared, and considering Ren Feifan’s youthful appearance, they became even more brazen.

The tattooed chest man urged, "Hey, kid, are you deaf? I told you to cough up the goods quickly, then scram! Otherwise, you’ll end up like those few behind you!"

Ren Feifan glanced behind himself, his eyes turning cold as he smiled and said, "You want the sword in my hand, right?"

The man patted Ren Feifan’s shoulder approvingly and said, "Kid, you’re not bad. Remember, you can offend anyone but not the people from the Inner Island of Purgatory!"

"Oh, here you go!"

Suddenly, Ren Feifan moved, and the Ancient Dust Sword shot out from his back!

He grabbed it in his palm and then fiercely stabbed it into the chest of the man with tattoos who was shouting!

Then, he let go.

With a "boom!" the Ancient Dust Sword flew out, nailing the man to a huge boulder!

Dead on the spot!

This event happened so fast that the men from the Inner Island hadn’t even had time to react!

This was the first time they had seen a foreigner dare to strike against someone from the Inner Island of Purgatory!

It was simply suicidal!

"Attack!"

The man holding the bow and arrows drew a long arrow from his back with one pull of the bowstring, shooting it like a Piercing Cloud Arrow!

The long arrow formed a terrifying flame that raced towards Ren Feifan!

At the same time, the others also drew their weapons and rushed towards Ren Feifan!

Ren Feifan’s killing intent erupted, his knees bent, and he burst forth completely!

Far from retreating, he caught the oncoming flame arrow in one grab!

"What on earth does this kid want to do?"

Everyone present was stunned; wasn’t this a death wish?

The power of this one arrow would either kill or cripple!

But not only did Ren Feifan not get crippled, but as he grabbed the flame arrow, he flipped it powerfully. Although he felt Blood Gas surge up, he quickly suppressed it. Meanwhile, the power from his tattoos flowed, and he stabbed the flame arrow into the archer’s body!

That man hadn’t even had time to recover before his eyes plunged into darkness.

Out of five, two were now dead!

The remaining three were easy pickings for Ren Feifan!

The Dragon Tattoo moved continuously on his arm, a faint dragon chant sounded, and Ren Feifan’s eyes widened. He struck down with both palms, and the last two men lost their ability to fight.

In this snowy expanse, only one person remained.

That burly man was shivering terribly, continually stepping back!

It was uncertain whether it was the cold outside or the fear inside!

With a clench of his arm, the Ancient Dust Sword flew into Ren Feifan’s palm, its blade, once stained with blood, now clean.

"Ding!"

The Ancient Dust Sword fell next to the man, nearly burying itself in the ground!

"I... I... I am from the Inner Island of Purgatory, you can’t touch me, or else..."

That man had lost all his earlier arrogance, because the person before him was too terrifying!

He was like a grim reaper.

"The Inner Island of Purgatory, how do I get there? Half a lie and you die!"

Ren Feifan pulled the Ancient Dust Sword from the ground, causing numerous small stones to spray onto the man’s face.

It stung fiercely!

"Just move forward another two hundred meters, and there’s a gate. Enter it and you’ll reach the Inner Island! Please don’t kill... don’t kill me..."

Ren Feifan’s eyes narrowed, he nodded, and with a twist of the Ancient Dust Sword, the man plunged into complete darkness.

He hadn’t intended to kill, but leaving these people in the world was just like leaving maggots.

They were also a threat, and he preferred to strangle threats in the cradle.

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