Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1622 - 1618: Complete Annihilation!

Chapter 1622: Chapter 1618: Complete Annihilation!

Although he was knocked away, fortunately, Ying Xueyong’s combat experience was extremely rich. He rolled over and stood up the moment he hit the ground, stabilizing his body, then swallowed an Elixir and began adjusting his breathing.

He stared intensely at Ren Feifan, his eyes filled with raging anger!

Ren Feifan, on the other hand, steadily approached Ying Xueyong step by step.

The killing intent of the opponent was too strong, so today Ren Feifan had to eliminate him, otherwise setting up the sect at Sacred Medical Peak would be extremely difficult!

Ying Xueyong looked at Ren Feifan, knowing that he had to resist with his life, so he flipped his arm, and a broken broadsword appeared in his hand!

This broadsword was left to him by his master, and despite being broken, it still embodied his master’s sword intent!

Every stroke harbored trapped souls!

At this moment, a trace of Evil Qi flowed around the broadsword, clearly indicating that it was also of high-grade, his hand flipped the broadsword instantly, leaped into mid-air, and in a moment of suspension, he grabbed the hilt and swung fiercely, immediately creating a sinister blade trace in which wild and violent breaths scattered, heading straight for Ren Feifan!

"I, Ying Xueyong, have never been defeated in my life, and it’s absolutely impossible for me to lose to you! King of Transcendence Realm? That’s because you haven’t met me, die!"

As his words fell, he forced out a drop of his essence blood which he smashed onto the broadsword he was holding.

Instantly creating a bloody glow!

Underneath the blade trace, with the addition of the bloody glow, the aura became even more frenzied! It was as if a fierce lion with a gaping maw had formed.

Ren Feifan looked at the wildly violent breaths and sneered coldly, showing no fear at all!

The opponent might have rich combat experience, but he was not a soft target to be manipulated, he had brushed past death numerous times on his journey!

But he survived all of them!

Countless souls had fallen under his sword, his sword was a Sword of Death!

Soon after, Ren Feifan reached out with his arm and roared, "Sword, come!"

The Ancient Dust Sword that was stabbed into the ground began to tremble slightly, violently drilling out of the ground and flying into Ren Feifan’s hand!

The moment the Ancient Dust Sword was grasped in his palm, the Nine Yang True Qi in his Dantian erupted, instantly forming a terrifying flame!

Ren Feifan, holding the flame, faced the violent attacks head-on! In Ying Xueyong’s eyes, it seemed as if he was holding a blazing flame!

Without hesitation, the flame fiercely struck into the blade trace!

Instantly tearing it apart!

Just as the blade trace was torn apart, a longsword pierced through, aiming directly at Ren Feifan’s chest!

"Hmph, you’re too naive, that was just to fool you! Now die!"

Ren Feifan heard a roar next to his ear, his eyes narrowed, and his body hurriedly retreated!

The Ancient Dust Sword vigorously split through!

As the two forces collided, Ren Feifan felt a powerful rebound force approaching, causing him to take five or six steps back!

Fiercely, he stabbed the Ancient Dust Sword into the ground, creating a deep mark as the ground seemed to split open.

Only then did Ren Feifan stabilize his stance.

"Haha, this is my power, ask if you submit, if not, I will beat you into submission, to commemorate the disciples of Beiming Sect that have died!"

The next second, Ying Xueyong took a step, throwing his broadsword into the sky, then his figure vanished, only to reappear the next second, descending from the sky with the longsword in hand!

Like a meteorite falling, if it were to smash onto Ren Feifan’s body, death was certain.

As the winds roared continuously by Ying Xueyong’s ears, looking down at the youth below, a sinister smile appeared on his lips!

Because the opponent’s head, he intends to claim it!

Even planning to split the opponent’s skull in half!

To Ying Xueyong’s surprise, the youth who should have accepted death peacefully suddenly raised his head, a sinister smile outlined at his lips, and leisurely stretched out both hands!

Then he pressed his eight fingers together, leaving only two middle fingers raised!

Damn, this kid is actually flipping him off!

Disdain!

What makes him, a Transcendence Realm, think he can look down on him!

"Bang!"

Ying Xueyong was utterly infuriated!

The longsword directly slashed onto Ren Feifan’s body! Just as it was about to hit, Ren Feifan suddenly disappeared!

Ying Xueyong was taken aback, his Spiritual Sense continuously expanding, although his realm was suppressed, his Spiritual Sense wasn’t!

But after scanning around, he couldn’t find Ren Feifan at all!

It was as if this kid had evaporated from the world.

Could this kid have mastered the Space Law?

Who exactly is this kid?

Just as he was struck with shock, a black greatsword also descended from the sky!

"Stop looking, I advise you to breathe in more air instead."

He totally didn’t react in time, and by the time he did, the longsword had already pierced his body! Blood splattered!

Ying Xueyong’s eyes widened, he never expected to die at the hands of a stinking kid! And one so many levels below him!

He lowered his head, watching blood continuously seep from his wound, wanting to stop it with his hand, but it was already impossible.

Then, Ren Feifan solidly landed on the ground, his eyes pensively looking at the man before him, said, "The reason I killed those Beiming Sect disciples was entirely because they brought it upon themselves. After that, I had no intention of making enemies with your Beiming Sect, but since you came to me, I, Ren Feifan, cannot spare your life."

Ying Xueyong’s eyes widened, wanting to say something but was already unable to speak, his eyes inexplicably filled with unusual terror.

His body fell to the ground, eyes unclose in death.

The Demon King’s fingers regained movement, the suppressing magnetic field of his realm suddenly disappeared, then he gently waved his hand to Ren Feifan, "The tail has been taken care of, we should head to that tomb now, it should take roughly ten minutes to arrive."

Ren Feifan nodded, pulled out the Ancient Dust Sword from Ying Xueyong’s body, gently wiped it with a red cloth, then strapped the sword on his back and headed north!

Ten minutes later, Ren Feifan saw a massive plain.

And on the plain was a huge stele.

The stele was nameless, yet it emitted a desolate air.

The Demon King looked at the stele, as if seeing an old friend, even gently bowing his head.

At this moment, the Demon King, Ren Feifan noted, emitted no dangerous vibe, just like a devout old man.

"Kid, along this journey, this King hasn’t given you many opportunities, now, you come here, this King will give you a chance!"

The Demon King’s voice resounded, causing Ren Feifan to be slightly taken aback, why has the Demon King suddenly become so kind?

This didn’t match the Demon King’s insidious and cunning style!

While Ren Feifan was puzzled, the Demon King continued, "Now, place your hand on the stele, and then silently recite the text I will transmit into the depths of your consciousness."

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