Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1814 - 1810: On Torture, No One Can Match! (Three more!)

Chapter 1814: Chapter 1810: On Torture, No One Can Match! (Three more!)

Ren Feifan gripped the Ancient Dust Sword tightly and stepped forward. The ground beneath him rippled outward, and the rolling Demonic Qi formed a billowing black cloak behind him!

Majestic and imposing.

"Boom!"

The Ancient Dust Sword, carrying boundless Demonic Qi, slashed downward in mid-air!

The spear and the Ancient Dust Sword collided suddenly in the sky!

"Crack!"

The power of thunder and lightning was completely suppressed by the myriad Demonic Qi surrounding Ren Feifan!

The gray-robed elder’s clothing tore apart entirely, and his body sunk a full foot into the ground! Countless fragments of stone shot out in all directions!

The gray-robed elder couldn’t hold it any longer, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. He couldn’t endure this kind of oppressive force!

His face twisted in shock!

Never in his wildest dreams did he expect someone in the Half-God Realm to unleash such power!

Though he’d heard tales of Demon Sect masters effortlessly crushing peers at the same level and even defeating higher realms, what he was witnessing wasn’t a simple breach of level—it was outright cheating!

This power surpassed the God Sea Realm entirely! Most disturbing of all was the rolling Demonic Qi that absorbed everything in its wake; countless bolts of lightning vanished the moment they touched those dark energies!

Impossible!

At this moment, the gray-robed elder felt his body trembling uncontrollably. His thoughts ceased, and a resolute glint appeared in his eyes as he spat a blood arrow onto his spear!

The blood arrow gradually fused with the spear, and the raging storm of lightning erupted violently, flickering with eerie, dark brilliance.

The gray-robed elder shouted angrily, instantly breaking free from Ren Feifan’s grasp on the Black Sword!

He spun the spear, thrusting it viciously toward Ren Feifan!

He expended fifty years of cultivation, the vitality in his body fading, all to slay this brat!

Ren Feifan naturally sensed the odd fluctuations in his opponent’s aura and knew this was a Secret Technique.

"You think this will save you? Dream on!"

Ren Feifan shut his eyes unwittingly, recalling the sword technique Feng Qingyang had displayed to him long ago.

Formlessness surpassed form, as elusive as the mists—a principle taught by Feng Qingyang, one of the supreme truths of Sword Dao.

At that time, Ren Feifan couldn’t grasp it fully, largely because his realm wasn’t sufficient!

But after stepping into the Half-God Realm, his Dao Heart had become crystal-clear.

His understanding of the First Sword of the Six Sword Gods had deepened immensely.

In this moment, he channeled Demonic Qi throughout his entire body! He wanted to test the combined power of the Chaos Technique of God and Demon alongside Feng Qingyang’s First Sword!

The gray-robed elder saw Ren Feifan close his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat! A sense of foreboding gripped him!

He had to strike immediately!

Suddenly, the gray-robed elder’s hand manifested a massive arc of lightning, which transformed the Thunder Arc Spear into a roaring Thunder Dragon.

Gazing at the Thunder Dragon within his palm, he exhaled deeply, a sly grin curling his lips.

Finally, spinning the Thunder Arc in his hand, he shot it directly at Ren Feifan, its speed reaching an unprecedented apex!

The thunderous spear roared like a floodwater cascade, ferociously unstoppable, almost certain to pierce through Ren Feifan’s body!

The Thunder Dragon was incredibly dominant, far surpassing any technique he’d used before!

He had absolute confidence that one strike would turn his opponent into a mist of blood!

"Swoosh!" Just as he expected, the spear stabbed into the boy’s body without hesitation.

The boy didn’t even qualify to block the blow.

At first, the gray-robed elder rejoiced, but his smile quickly froze.

The young man before him disintegrated into countless phantoms.

"Not good! This is an afterimage!"

His expression changed drastically, his body retreating swiftly.

However, after only a few steps, he was forced to stop—an eerie, icy chill swept over his back.

A sword pressed against him from behind. If he moved one step further, he’d surely die!

"Do you believe me when I say I don’t even need a full sword to kill you? Half a sword is enough."

A lazy voice rang out, dripping with derision.

The gray-robed elder froze in place. How had this boy gotten behind him so stealthily? He hadn’t even sensed the presence of the sword!

He stiffened, attempting to turn, but an overwhelming killing intent stabbed at him like a sharp blade!

At that moment, he panicked—genuinely panicked! Killing him with half a sword? Absurd as it sounded, he now believed it completely!

The gray-robed elder couldn’t bear the insult. His gaze hardened as he declared, "Brat, if you have the guts, kill me! My comrades are already dead; someone will surely notice. Do you think you’ll live much longer? Haha!"

The gray-robed elder laughed maniacally.

Ren Feifan shook his head and suddenly lowered his sword!

The old man’s laugh grew even louder; he was confident the boy couldn’t do anything to him.

At that moment, a murderous intent descended, and the sword pierced through his shoulder in a flash!

It mirrored the strike he had made with his spear moments earlier!

Though this time, the victim was the gray-robed elder himself.

Three decades east, three decades west—don’t underestimate youth in poverty!

Ren Feifan compressed thirty years into thirty minutes!

If you hurt me, within half an hour, I—Ren Feifan—will repay you twice over!

The gray-robed elder stared at the black sword impaling his shoulder, blood dripping steadily. His expression didn’t even falter.

Though Evil Qi rampaged aggressively throughout his body, not the slightest change appeared on his face.

He turned toward Ren Feifan behind him and said, "Brat, you must want to see me suffer, but in all these years, what tribulations haven’t I faced? With this sword alone, you think you can break me? Ridiculous!"

Ren Feifan slowly lowered his sword, slinging it over his back.

He strolled forward, coming to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the gray-robed elder.

"You think I can’t do anything to you? That’s because you know nothing of the sect I hail from! Torturing me? Even a God Monarch Realm master in front of me would be trash!"

As Ren Feifan finished speaking, he launched a Golden Needle from his hand.

The Soul-Devouring Golden Needle instantly sealed the gray-robed elder’s True Qi entirely!

Rendering him nearly immobile, his Secret Techniques completely nullified.

The elder’s expression shifted slightly; he hadn’t expected the boy to possess a method to lock his True Qi.

Unprecedented.

He glanced at the Golden Needle embedded in his body. He attempted to pull it out but found it impossible!

Suddenly, his gaze narrowed as he noticed minute writing engraved on the Golden Needle!

"Saint Doctor’s Gate! Ren Feifan!"

His pupils dilated in shock as he stared at the masked youth before him.

This guy wasn’t from the Demon Sect? How could he wield the tools of the Saint Doctor’s Gate?

Could it be that this boy wasn’t just a Heaven Demon Body but also a disciple of the Saint Doctor’s Gate?

Impossible!

Years ago, the appearance of a Heaven Demon Body combined with a disciple of the Saint Doctor’s Gate had turned the Hidden Gate upside down.

But now, a thousand years later, a Heaven Demon Body and Saint Doctor’s Gate disciple had emerged again?

Damn it!

Could this be the rise of a Demon King of Chaos within the Hidden Gate?

Before he could react, the ground beneath his feet suddenly spawned a black vortex!

From the vortex emerged countless glowing green insects!

A swarm of Corpus Eradication Bugs!