Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1109 - 1107: The Dust of Ancient Ruins, the Third Sword!

Chapter 1109: Chapter 1107: The Dust of Ancient Ruins, the Third Sword!

At this moment, the Pharaoh’s underlings all stared at each other with wide eyes, for they had never imagined that this Huaxia lad would dare to directly curse the Pharaoh.

In their eyes, the Pharaoh possessed supreme power and status, rumored to be the very incarnation of a god, the most sacred being in society, wielding absolute authority.

Most of them worshiped the Pharaoh with near fanatic fervor.

Since ancient times, no one had dared to curse the Pharaoh!

Not even the mightiest from other nations would do so!

But this Huaxia lad not only cursed but did so to the Pharaoh’s face!

He was truly a calf unafraid of tigers!

The Pharaoh nearly choked with fury at being called an ’old skin,’ but he had no time to react, for a sword shadow had already appeared before him.

He lifted his staff abruptly, colliding once again with the Ancient Dust Sword.

"Clang!" went the sound!

A violent wind whipped up around the two men in an instant, kicking up clouds of dust that obscured the onlookers’ vision!

No one knew what was happening inside, only that shockwaves continually burst forth from the center of the battle!

Anyone who got too close was thrown out!

Within mere seconds, even the calm Black Lake began to churn, forming large waves that crashed upon the shore!

Black mist started to entwine around the Pharaoh’s palms, and the snake-headed staff in his grasp began to vibrate intensely! A tremendous power suddenly radiated from the snake’s head!

Ren Feifan sensed something and swiftly retreated, yet he could still feel a chilling dread on his back!

It was as if he were being stalked by countless venomous snakes!

A highly unpleasant sensation!

No, that old man’s strength is still climbing!

If one were to compare, his aura had already surpassed the True Path Realm of Huaxia!

Ren Feifan was self-aware enough to know that with his current strength, he was certainly outmatched.

Was he to rely on that elixir again? If this continued, he would become completely dependent on elixirs, but he must find a way to break through to the True Path Realm!

However, given the current situation, he had no other choice but to take the elixir; it was the only option, and he had to resolve the immediate problem first!

A chill crept onto Ren Feifan’s lips as his thoughts flew wildly.

The Pharaoh’s realm had now completely stabilized, the snake-headed staff flashing with a gloomy light, nearly forming a terrifying shockwave that headed straight towards Ren Feifan.

"Huaxia brat, your fate ends here! Reflect well in hell!"

"Boom!"

A sinister smile appeared on the face of the Pharaoh beneath his mask. He relished exterminating Huaxia cultivators!

He took even greater pleasure in personally snuffing out the life of such talented individuals!

Cutting off all their avenues of retreat!

"The Pharaoh has actually invoked curses! That kid is done for!" exclaimed the Pharaoh’s underlings among the crowd.

"This kid is about to turn into a mist of blood! Ha ha."

All the Egyptians knew that since stepping into the realm of Huaxia, their Pharaoh had been effortlessly slaying any Huaxia cultivator he encountered, yet he had never shown his true strength in earnest, to the extent that they had never witnessed the true elegance of the Pharaoh!

And now was undeniably the perfect moment!

"Ren Feifan, get out of the way quickly!"

Lin Qingxue shouted desperately; she and the Spirit Clan girl were as anxious as ants on a hot pot!

In the face of such danger, Ren Feifan stood there still as wood!

Motionless!

To outsiders, it certainly looked like he had been scared stiff, but no one noticed that at this very moment, a trace of a smile was hanging on the corner of Ren Feifan’s mouth.

A murderous grin filled the sky!

"Old man," Ren Feifan sneered, "to take my life, you must be worthy. Just right! Let’s test this third sword! Ancient Dust, the third strike—Ancient Sword Deity, descend!"

This sword technique, Ren Feifan had never used before. Initially, his master from Saint Doctor’s Gate used his oppressive aura to fend off the Sword Spirit, and afterward, the Sword Spirit imparted all of its sword techniques to him.

He never systematically practiced them, for his realm and strength could not keep up.

But with the realizations from battle after battle, now invoking the third sword was more than enough!

In an instant, the Ancient Dust Sword in Ren Feifan’s hands began to tremble violently, as if attracted to something, while the True Qi in Ren Feifan’s Dantian was rapidly siphoned away!

At that moment, Ren Feifan felt that he hadn’t fully unleashed the sword yet, but the sword in his hand was already struggling to break free!

Because he couldn’t control it!

Then, the Dragon Tattoo surged quickly, spreading from his arm to his palm, and only then did the restlessness subside, everything slowly stabilizing!

Suddenly, the Ancient Dust Sword in his hand remained still, but the nature’s spiritual energy around him slowly gathered and took shape, forming a terrifying Sword Intent directly in front of the sword’s blade!

It even coalesced into a solid form!

Subsequently, an aura of ancient desolation spread out around him!

Above the Sword Intent, the figure of an old man with white hair gradually materialized.

The old man closed his eyes and stood quietly atop the Sword Intent.

No one could clearly see the man’s face; he was like a sheathed ancient sword of desolation!

Once unsheathed, it meant certain death!

In the breath of a moment, the weapons of everyone around began to tremble, and the sound of swords ringing filled the air!

As if they were submitting to the Sword Qi of the Ancient Dust Sword!

A chill went through everyone’s hearts, wondering what kind of Sword Intent could move their swords to submission!

If that Sword Intent struck their bodies, there would be no chance of survival!

The lower-realm disciples of the Pharaoh knelt down instinctively, as if they were mere ants facing a Sword Deity from above the nine heavens!

Everyone knew that the closed-eyed phantom was false, but what of it? It could still slay all!

In a flash, the elder atop the Sword Intent opened his eyes. Arrow unsheathed, man and sword became one, charging straight at the Pharaoh!

"Boom!"

The collision of two forces wrought a cataclysm!

But the Sword Intent was unstoppable; with one strike, it devoured the Pharaoh’s power completely and, with overwhelming force, charged at the Pharaoh!

"What?"

The Pharaoh’s face drastically changed; the strike was easily blocked—effortlessly blocked!

Unable to attend to anything else, he hurled his staff forward to shield himself!

But what of it? The Sword Intent tore through, pushing the Pharaoh back several steps!

Just then, Ren Feifan stepped forward, brandishing his sword for another strike!

"Strike him when he’s down, take his life!"

Before the Pharaoh could regain his footing, a shadow fell before his eyes, and the Ancient Dust Sword forcefully cleaved down!

He managed a sloppy block and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood!

Lifeblood!

The previous strike wasn’t the Pharaoh’s full strength; he had thought that dealing with this Huaxia youth would be more than enough, but to his shock, it was completely insufficient!

It was his own underestimation that had caused him severe injury!

His eyes fiercely stared at the Huaxia youth shouldering the black greatsword in the distance, muttering incredulously, "How is this possible? This kid clearly possesses only Innate strength, how could he burst forth with such sword force! It’s absolutely impossible!"

His gaze shifted from disdain to shock and fear!