Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1123 - 1121: One Finger is Enough to Deal with You!

Chapter 1123: Chapter 1121: One Finger is Enough to Deal with You!

The leader was a middle-aged man dressed in a Zhongshan suit, with a mustache, bald head, and his cultivation level was probably above the True Path Realm.

Most of the dozens of people behind the middle-aged man were shirtless, with tattoos, obviously the same people from the Inner Island of Purgatory that they had encountered last time.

The man in the Zhongshan suit’s eyes kept moving over Ren Feifan and the Demon Queen, occasionally making a "tsk tsk tsk" sound, with a smile that was not quite a smile on his lips:

"That Egyptian Pharaoh lived for so many years, but he never thought he would eventually fall into your hands, kid. Because he didn’t understand Huaxia’s Art of War, he died."

"But I, Qiu Hansheng, am different. I understand military strategies, and even more, how to benefit as the bystander, so I can stay well alive, haha!"

Ren Feifan’s eyes narrowed, he stepped forward and said loudly, "So what are you trying to say? Are you trying to say you’re very impressive?"

"What do you mean?" A longsword appeared in the palm of Qiu Hansheng, he stretched out his hand, gently touched it, the edge was extremely sharp, shining brightly, almost cutting his hand, "I forgot to introduce myself, I am Qiu Hansheng, the Island Master of this Purgatory Inner Island. Since you have come to my territory, shouldn’t you leave something behind?"

No more nonsense, the Spirit Clan’s Spirit Communicating Orb, the treasure at the bottom of the lake, your Black Sword, and all those things on you, are now mine! You must leave them all behind!"

Ren Feifan had already sensed something was off nearby, he never expected that it was the Island Master who had prepared a fallback.

Previously, the other party had just watched his fight with the Pharaoh, not making a move in secret, and had waited patiently for him to come ashore—indeed, quite shrewd. But what of it? Ren Feifan scoffed, the Ancient Dust Sword already appearing in his palm, and said:

"Are you sure you can swallow all that? Eating too much—can be fatal."

Island Master Qiu Hansheng, looking at the Ancient Dust Sword in Ren Feifan’s hand, shook his head, "Your swordsmanship is indeed powerful, to be honest, even I can’t match the sword in your hand, but—what if you have no sword?"

As he spoke, two dark shadows suddenly shot out from the east and west, and the next second, Ren Feifan found that they were two ropes made of special material, striking the Ancient Dust Sword and strangely entangling it, followed by a terrifying force sweeping in from the ropes!

With a "snap", the Ancient Dust Sword shot up into the sky, the ropes, as if having some sort of consciousness, directly entangled it!

The Ancient Dust Sword was bound tightly and eventually fell straight to the ground.

Seeing this, Ren Feifan was not worried at all. What in the world could trap this sword? His palm tensed, and he directly said, "Sword, come!"

But contrary to his wishes, the Ancient Dust Sword did not move at all—Ren Feifan even felt the connection between them suddenly severed.

Qiu Hansheng touched his goatee, gloating, "Don’t struggle. This isn’t an ordinary rope; this is the Spirit Locking Rope, crafted by the artifact refining master Wan Yun Kai using the essence blood of countless spirit beasts and the force of formations, taking forty-nine days. It can sever all connections. In other words, this sword no longer belongs to you now."

"A swordsman who loses his beloved sword is nothing but a waste."

Having witnessed the fight between Ren Feifan and the Pharaoh, Qiu Hansheng was even more convinced, knowing that Ren Feifan relied solely on the sword, so he had long thought of a way to counter it—the Spirit Locking Rope was his key to breaking the situation!

"Kid, considering we are both from Huaxia, I don’t plan on killing you. Just kneel in front of me, kowtow a few times, and leave behind everything you should, and I’m willing to let you live. How about it?"

Qiu Hansheng felt he had Ren Feifan completely under control as he stepped toward Ren Feifan, followed by the many of his subordinates behind him. Although they were not in the True Path Realm, each had stepped into the Heavenly and Innate levels, each with their own pride.

"Oh? You think I only know how to use a sword?" Ren Feifan’s lips curled into a slight smile, but his eyes had already turned serious. He turned his head to the three people behind him and said, "All of you step back; I can handle this alone!"

The Demon Queen, Lin Qingxue, and even that Spirit Clan woman were taken aback, their hands frozen midway through drawing their longswords.

Ren Feifan actually asked them to step back?

Without his sword, was he going to face dozens alone?

Although some adversaries were not high in realm, they still had the advantage in numbers!

A single misstep could lose the entire game!

Qiu Hansheng, seeing Ren Feifan boast at this critical moment, smiled even more coldly.

"Ren Feifan, you truly are a calf not fearing the tiger. Let’s see whether the calf or the local tiger is stronger!"

In his words, the sword intent had already gathered in his hand, and he wasn’t about to make light of the situation like the Egyptian Pharaoh.

"Everyone attack together, exterminate this boy completely. Use all your strength!"

"Clash!" Everyone revealed their weapons, and the power from their Dantians swept out continuously, countless nature’s spiritual energy rushed towards them!

The surrounding magnetic field went berserk!

Clearly, they were prepared to go for a killing strike from the start!

Ren Feifan’s lips curved up. Under the Bronze Man, he had strengthened a move, the Demon King’s very own ’Demon’s Touch,’ perfectly suited to test its power now!

He slowly closed his eyes, and a wisp of black energy even spilled out from his body, with those Four Blood Moons on his arm still slowly spinning rapidly.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, a pair of bloodshot eyes appeared, and for some reason, at this moment, such an evil power was extremely easy to control.

Between his right fingers, a streak of black energy had already formed!

The emergence of the black energy seemed to solidify the entire world, and the surrounding magnetic field was completely chaotic!

The black energy eventually gathered to form a phantom longsword!

Atop the phantom longsword were also Four Blood Moons!

"Friends on the other side, are you ready? Grandpa has a gift for you."

Ren Feifan toyed with the phantom longsword in his palm, feeling the terrifying power within!

Qiu Hansheng’s expression became odd, not daring to slack off, but still said, "Do you really think you are a god? Without a sword, you think you can face us alone? Ridiculous!"

Ren Feifan helplessly shook his head: "You’re wrong, to deal with you, one finger is enough!"

Qiu Hansheng laughed scornfully: "One finger? You really think that can injure the island master? Try it if you can! Let me show you the myriad of sword intents of the Inner Island of Purgatory, condense!"

In an instant, dozens of people formed seals with their fingers, and terrifying sword intents shot out from their hands!

Diverse sword intents gathered, actually forming a massive crimson sword, the killing aura overwhelming!

"Boom!"

The terrifying crimson sword headed straight for Ren Feifan!

Where it passed, nothing grew! Total devastation!

Just then, Ren Feifan slowly raised his head, his eyes focused, and the black energy phantom in his hand suddenly shot out!