Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1151 - 1149: Saint Doctor’s Gate Disciple VS Destroy Holy Temple Disciple!

Chapter 1151: Chapter 1149: Saint Doctor’s Gate Disciple VS Destroy Holy Temple Disciple!

The disciples of the Destroy Holy Temple were most familiar with two cultivation techniques: one was their own fundamental cultivation technique of the Destroy Holy Temple, and the other was the Nine Yang Divine Art of Saint Doctor’s Gate!

Saint Doctor’s Gate and Destroy Holy Temple had been entangled for countless years, especially Destroy Holy Temple’s clarity about the Nine Yang True Qi of Saint Doctor’s Gate.

The Sect Leader of Black Evil Sect, Fang Zhenglin, had a playful look on his face.

He had originally thought that this time the Hidden Gate could only present a Spirit Communicating Orb, he never expected to receive such an unexpected surprise!

If he could capture this remnant of the Saint Doctor’s Gate and bring him back to the Hall Master, surely the Hall Master would be very interested.

Heaven helps me too!

But a terrifying presence interrupted his thoughts; Ren Feifan in the distance had his True Qi surge violently, and the Ancient Dust Sword was swung horizontally, its Sword Qi coming to a halt suddenly, utilizing the impact force of his body to generate countless fiery wind blades!

He slashed towards the people around him!

The entire Formation was completely shattered, and the Black Evil Sect masters who were maintaining the formation were sent flying out, their faces pale in defeat!

Just as they tried to stabilize themselves and rejoin the battle,

Ren Feifan’s eyes narrowed, his knees bent, and then his taut body suddenly leapt up, stomping on one of the masters!

At the same time, the Ancient Dust Sword stabbed directly towards another expert!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

In just a few dozen seconds, those experts who had just entered the True Path Realm all suffered serious injuries!

Within the grand hall, chaos reigned with bodies strewn about, leaving only two people standing.

One was Ren Feifan, and the other was Fang Zhenglin.

One representing Saint Doctor’s Gate, and the other representing Destroy Holy Temple!

Seeing his subordinates injured, Fang Zhenglin was not worried in the slightest.

He sat back down, crossed his legs, and watched Ren Feifan with amusement.

"A disciple of Saint Doctor’s Gate? Hehe, in my lifetime I’ve only seen our Destroy Holy Temple chase and kill disciples of Saint Doctor’s Gate. This is the first time I’ve seen someone from Saint Doctor’s Gate daring to walk into the jaws of death themselves, interesting, truly interesting."

Ren Feifan had no doubt that Fang Zhenglin could see his cultivation level.

He was carrying the Ancient Dust Sword on his shoulder, his arm’s bandages that hid his tattoos had burst apart, revealing glittering tattoos, his body surrounded by faint flames, and a wave of Evil Qi spread out from him.

With a trace of murderous intent in his eyes, he looked at Fang Zhenglin as the Ancient Dust Sword on his shoulder turned, its tip pointing directly at Fang Zhenglin, he declared loudly, "You old dog of Destroy Holy Temple, you should know why I have come."

Old dog?

Fang Zhenglin’s mouth twitched slightly. Then he suddenly began to clap his hands, his eyes filled with laughter.

"Clap clap clap!"

"I have seen many of your senior brothers and sisters, with cultivation levels far surpassing yours, their methods endless and ingenious, among the top geniuses in the world, but do you know why none of them survived our Destroy Holy Temple’s siege?"

Unmoved, Ren Feifan’s sword still pointed at Fang Zhenglin, his eyes flickering with resolve and killing intent.

The person was merely shaking his spirit.

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Fang Zhenglin continued:

"Do you really think your Saint Doctor’s Gate is the greatest sect throughout the ages? Wrong, very wrong! It’s true that a thousand years ago Saint Doctor’s Gate was indeed so powerful, unshakeable by anyone!

But a thousand years later, your Saint Doctor’s Gate has already declined, fallen apart, internally torn by two different forces, constantly in strife. Even without our Destroy Holy Temple, your Saint Doctor’s Gate would have perished in the river of history due to infighting!

You probably don’t know, but the destruction of Saint Doctor’s Gate was actually brought about by the hands of your own Saint Doctor’s Gate!"

No sooner had his words fallen, than a stream of black Qi condensed in the palm of his hand and stabbed directly at Ren Feifan’s chest, carrying the oppressive might of the True Path Realm with it!

Ren Feifan’s eyes narrowed, and with continuous cold laughter, he sidestepped in an instant, dodging away!

However, as the black Qi passed through Ren Feifan’s body, it exploded suddenly, a surge of extreme Yin and Evil Qi careening towards him with the force of a collapsing mountain!

The sudden change knocked Ren Feifan flying out!

Fortunately, Ren Feifan performed a flip in the air and swallowed an elixir before he steadied himself and landed firmly on the ground.

He took a deep breath, and there were no major issues around him.

"Huh, not bad, kid. Your cultivation level isn’t high, but you’ve got some decent tricks up your sleeve," said Fang Zhenglin as he stood up.

With a fierce tug at his black robe, it instantly turned to dust, revealing his bare upper body!

His physique was unlike the usual cultivator’s – not lean but rather, his muscles were bulging, exuding an extreme deterrent force!

Most conspicuous was a tattoo from his neck to his chest.

A tattoo of a long spear piercing through a giant dragon.

Seeing this tattoo, Ren Feifan was completely certain that the other party was from the Destroy Holy Temple, exactly as described by the remnant soul of his senior brother!

"Boy, have you ever felt despair?" Fang Zhenglin twisted his neck, causing a cracking sound, and then started walking towards Ren Feifan!

With each step on the ground, a trail of black mist emerged from his feet, as if ripples were spreading on the surface of water.

"Despair? I’ve indulged in despair for over a decade, but ever since I became a disciple of Saint Doctor’s Gate, I’ve only made my enemies feel despair!" Ren Feifan said with a cold laugh, his voice sharp as frost, chilling to the bone.

This was a killing intent that belonged only to Ren Feifan!

The next second, Ren Feifan stepped forward, and the Ancient Dust Sword in his hand slashed fiercely!

The Ancient Dust Sword generated a sharp Sword Qi that almost materialized, fiercely striking at Fang Zhenglin.

With a snort, "Insignificant trickery!" the next second, Fang Zhenglin’s body emitted bursts of black mist and vanished from the spot!

The Sword Qi hit the ground, creating a ravine of ten zhang deep, which was startling to behold!

The entire hall seemed like it was on the verge of being split in half by Ren Feifan!

"When did the disciples of Saint Doctor’s Gate start using swords?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded next to Ren Feifan’s ear, and a blurry figure rapidly appeared behind him!

It was Fang Zhenglin!

Fang Zhenglin’s mouth revealed a sinister smile, his arm wrapped in black mist, as he slammed his palm onto Ren Feifan’s back!

Just as his palm touched Ren Feifan, the Ancient Dust Sword in Ren Feifan’s hand reversed, blocking behind him!

"Bang!"

Fang Zhenglin’s palm struck directly against the Ancient Dust Sword!

All he felt was an intense burning sensation engulfing his entire palm—almost crippling it!

"Hiss!"

Fang Zhenglin quickly retracted his palm and looked down to see his palm was pitch black! Thankfully, the black mist was there; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable!

"You are unworthy of this sword," said Ren Feifan, as the surrounding black mist swirled and Fang Zhenglin became one with it.

Ren Feifan maintained absolute vigilance, releasing his Spiritual Sense.

Suddenly, he spotted a figure within the black mist that resembled Lin Qingxue from Purgatory Island.

"How is she here?" Ren Feifan was stunned for a few seconds, even wondering if this was a mirage, but as his Spiritual Sense spread out, he discovered it was real!

In a high-stakes duel, victory or defeat often hinges on just one second.

In the moment of Ren Feifan’s slight distraction, Fang Zhenglin punched fiercely from behind, hitting Ren Feifan’s back hard!