Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1112 - 1110: The Power of the Curse!

Chapter 1112: Chapter 1110: The Power of the Curse!

Pharaoh propped his arm on the ground, trying to stand up, but the sword strike he had just suffered was too severe.

He wasn’t supposed to lose, yet his downfall was his pride.

This moment was undoubtedly the most disgraceful of his life; previously, he was always the one tormenting others, never imagining that today, it would be him enduring the torment!

The key adversary was a young Huaxian kid, barely weaned.

He looked down on Huaxian cultivators because he believed that only the power granted by gods and curses was supreme!

He felt Blood Gas rising, with fresh blood continuously spilling out from his back.

This time, he genuinely couldn’t get up. He really shouldn’t have come to the land of Huaxia.

Gradually, the sound of calm footsteps reached his ears, and then a pair of feet entered his sight. From the casual shoes, he slowly looked up and saw an exceptionally young face.

It was Ren Feifan.

At this moment, the True Qi in Ren Feifan’s Dantian had almost gathered, enough for him to handle some emergencies.

His eyes were icy cold with a hint of resolve, as he slowly squatted down, leaning close to Pharaoh’s ear and whispered gently,

"Back then, you crushed those elders at the border of Huaxia, turning them into a mist of blood and severely injuring them. On your way here, how many Huaxian cultivators did you kill? Have you counted? I bet you never thought you’d find yourself in this situation today."

Pharaoh spat out a mouthful of bloody water, intending to splash it on Ren Feifan’s face, but failed miserably.

The bloody water disappeared before it could even touch Ren Feifan.

Ren Feifan responded with a slap across the Pharaoh’s face.

"Since you won’t answer my first question, let me ask you a second one. Why did you go to all lengths to obtain that item from the Spirit Clan, and what secrets does it hold?"

Ren Feifan stood up, towering over the Pharaoh from above, his eyes narrowing with a hint of a killing intent surfacing.

"Of course, you can choose not to answer. I won’t kill you right away. I will let you experience the depth and intricacies of Huaxian medicine, just like those deceased Huaxian cultivators."

Several silver needles appeared in the palm of Ren Feifan; when it came to torturing others, he had indeed feared no one.

The medical skills of Saint Doctor’s Gate could turn a dead person back to life, but they could also make a living person wish for death!

"Haha!" Pharaoh suddenly burst into laughter. His smile was sinister and chilling, bone-chilling. "Kid, even if you kill me, what of it? You don’t even have the qualifications to unlock the treasure of the Spirit Clan. That treasure rightfully belongs to the great gods of Egypt, not to you, a lowly Huaxian insect!

I don’t mind telling you that Pharaohs gain their true power only after death. Now, let me show you what true cursed power is! Let’s die together!"

Before Ren Feifan could react, Pharaoh smacked his chest forcefully, his chest almost caving in gruesomely.

Was this his plan to commit suicide?

Pharaoh’s eyes also gradually closed, yet a calculated smile hung on his lips, somewhat creepy.

Suddenly, Ren Feifan felt a chilling sensation enveloping his entire body, a danger emanating from the depths of his soul. Instinctively trying to dodge, he found it utterly impossible!

He felt his body slowly stiffening, his life force being rapidly drawn out as if being slowly absorbed by the Grim Reaper.

Was this the so-called cursed power of Pharaoh?

Activated by sacrificing his own life?

At this moment, Ren Feifan’s complexion was off; if this continued, he too would end up dead here!

But his body was stiff, and he couldn’t do anything! He couldn’t even connect with the mysterious space?

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared in front of Ren Feifan, his fingers forming a seal, and then he forced out a drop of essence blood onto Ren Feifan’s forehead.

As the essence blood spread, the aura of death around Ren Feifan completely dissipated.

Ren Feifan finally felt relieved, but when he raised his head, his expression turned strange.

Because the dark shadow that had saved him was the expert from the Demon Clan left by the Dragon Girl.

Ren Feifan had thought that this elder from the Demon Clan had returned to the Hidden Gate because, during the crucial moments when Ye Youde annihilated the Saint Doctor’s Gate, he did not step forward but chose to watch it happen without intervening.

His heart was cold; he would save no one and listen to no one’s orders, only acting in his own most perilous moments.

Ren Feifan shook his head and was just about to say something when the Demon Clan expert disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

"Well, perhaps this was the mission that Egg entrusted to him."

Ren Feifan’s eyes swept over Pharaoh’s body in the distance, which was rapidly decaying and gradually turning into a skeleton.

"He should be completely dead this time," Ren Feifan murmured.

Then, he walked nonchalantly to where Lin Qingxue and the woman from the Spirit Clan stood behind the boulder. At this moment, both women were gaping at Ren Feifan, obviously still recovering from the shock.

They were curious about what kind of power could have slain the Pharaoh here.

Looking into Ren Feifan’s eyes, Lin Qingxue displayed a hint of dread, a dread stemming from the soul.

"You two wait for me on the shore; I’m going down to the lake bottom," Ren Feifan instructed.

"You want to go to the lake bottom? Didn’t you say there was something wrong with this lake? Once you go in, you can’t come out," Lin Qingxue came around, concerned, "Besides, after your friend jumped in, his life or death is unknown. You really don’t have to take this risk!"

Ren Feifan shook his head: "I’ve made up my mind, don’t worry, this lake will not bother me!"

Having said that, he turned away, and a pearl had somehow appeared in the palm of his hand!

It was the treasure given to him by the mother dragon from beneath Tianchi Lake, capable of isolating and surviving all water-based substances!

The Dragon Ball emitted bursts of light, forming a barrier around Ren Feifan.

"Splash!" With that sound, Ren Feifan jumped directly into Black Lake.

Strangely, this time it actually splashed water.

The moment he jumped, Ren Feifan’s True Qi surged out, lightly enveloping his body!

Just in case!

Who knows what might be at the bottom of this lake.

The moment he entered Black Lake, Ren Feifan’s first reaction was heat! It felt like being in boiling water, although the Dragon Ball and True Qi blocked some of it, it was still very hot!

If it were this hot for him, what about those without the Dragon Ball? Wouldn’t they be cooked?

Suddenly, Ren Feifan started to worry about the Demon Queen.

Soon, the warm sensation suddenly disappeared, replaced by the sensation of millennium-old ice!

Ren Feifan gasped in shock, quickly activating the Nine Yang Cultivation Technique to counter the cold, his body starting to become less flexible.

If Ren Feifan were not a Body Refinement practitioner, and didn’t have the formidable mental method of the Nine Yang Divine Art and the Dragon Ball, he would have been completely frostbitten!

Ren Feifan endured the pain from the ice-cold, and even his eyebrows and the surface of his body formed a faint layer of frost!

He was almost frozen into an ice sculpture!

He quickly swallowed several Elixirs, instantly feeling slightly better. If his body reached its limit, he probably couldn’t even resist the power of the ice-cold.

Ren Feifan continued swimming down the lake for a while until suddenly, in front of him, countless electric arcs burst forth, rushing past in front of Ren Feifan.

This was clearly the third trial of Black Lake!