Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 829 - 827: You actually got the Blood Moon!

Chapter 829: Chapter 827: You actually got the Blood Moon!

"Pfft!"

Another member of the Basong Family was torn apart.

In the midst of turning around, the Basong ancestor lunged at Ren Feifan!

Ren Feifan snorted coldly, the tattoos on his arm flowing, and without any hesitation, he hurled out a punch!

The fist carried a streak of flowing light, then seemed to burst forth with sparks!

Ren Feifan’s entire arm erupted into flames!

"Bang!"

The punch struck the blackened Basong ancestor!

The Basong ancestor looked at that punch and started to laugh.

"Do you really think such a simple and unadorned fist can harm me now?"

"How would you know without trying?"

The Basong ancestor’s sinister smile deepened, and he reached out directly, intending to plunge his sword-like fingernails into it.

But suddenly, when his fingernails touched Ren Feifan’s fist, they broke!

Completely broke!

He instantly felt something was amiss, a wall of black fog formed in front of him.

But the power bursting from Ren Feifan’s tattoos was not something that black fog could block!

The black wall shattered in an instant, and Ren Feifan’s flame-like fist smashed heavily into the opponent’s chest, sending the Basong ancestor flying!

In the moment he was sent flying, his body seemed to dissipate, as if it had fused with the strands of black fog in the air.

There was no trace of him left.

Ren Feifan remained absolutely cautious.

Suddenly, behind Ren Feifan, a fist condensed fiercely and landed on Ren Feifan’s back—a punch so unexpected that it caused Ren Feifan to stagger a few steps, a hint of fresh blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Before Ren Feifan could regain his bearings, a flash of cold light struck, piercing his arm!

Ren Feifan’s arm was instantly slashed open, oozing fresh blood.

Ren Feifan hurriedly retreated, and at the same time, he consumed another Elixir, stopping the bleeding.

"If you have the guts, don’t hide like a turtle and strike from within! Come out and fight like a man!"

But Ren Feifan’s roar was of no use. The surroundings were simultaneously swept by countless sword Qis.

He didn’t want to continue in such a sorry state. His tattoos began to swirl furiously, and the next second, his eyes gradually reddened.

Just as Ren Feifan was about to erupt, his wrist gave a slight shake.

Could this be...

Su Mohan?

Back then, that mysterious old man had tied a cord between the wrists of Su Mohan and himself; if the two were nearby, the wrist would react.

In a moment of distraction, countless sword Qis attacked from within the black fog.

The next second, a woman with white hair appeared beside Ren Feifan.

Su Mohan’s face was somewhat pale. She glanced casually at Ren Feifan, her eyes flickering with a trace of seriousness. With a move of the Cold Sword, glimmers of light twinkled throughout the world.

"Thousand Feet of Frost!"

With a light command from Su Mohan, the ground suddenly rolled up with layer upon layer of white frost, making the entire space intensely cold.

It seemed to want to freeze all the current situations in place.

"Don’t just stand there gawking, join in and fight!"

Su Mohan ordered directly.

After speaking, the coldness from the sword expanded even more: "Icefall!"

Layer upon layer of ice, in an instant, enveloped the dark mist.

The silhouette of the Basong Family’s ancestor also appeared.

Clearly, the ice had a significant impact on the ancestor of the Basong Family, as the unpredictability of the black mist’s speed had now seemingly lessened.

Countless white chills surged towards the Basong Family’s ancestor.

Suddenly, the ancestor of the Basong Family spoke, "Such petty tricks, and you think to trap me! Since you’ve come, stay together with me!"

As soon as the ancestor of the Basong Family spoke, the Thousand Feet of Frost surrounding him instantly shattered, turning into countless small ice crystals that flew outwards.

"Pfft."

Su Mohan’s pale face suddenly spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, and then in the next second, she was sent flying straight out.

Now the aura of the Basong Family’s ancestor was overwhelmingly strong. Thousand Feet of Frost had always been Su Mohan’s strongest attack, but against the demonized ancestor of the Basong Family, it evidently stood no chance.

Just when Su Mohan felt she was about to crash to the ground, a pair of large hands suddenly appeared, wrapping around her waist.

"Hmm?" Su Mohan turned her head and saw Ren Feifan, but he wore no frivolous expression, only a serious flicker in his eyes, and for some reason, seeing this made her expression change slightly.

She suddenly remembered disembarking the boat earlier, and how this guy had shown no reaction to her disappearance.

It was as if she did not matter at all, and thinking of this, she inexplicably became furious.

"I don’t need your help!"

The stubborn Su Mohan tried to break free from Ren Feifan’s grasp, only to find she couldn’t shake him off.

"Let go, I can manage on my own," Su Mohan said obstinately.

Ren Feifan shook his head helplessly, this girl was always this temperamental.

"I’ll let you go when we land. Leave this to me, take good care of yourself. If I enter that state, it’s fine, after all, you can bring me back."

Upon hearing the mention of that state, Su Mohan obviously became nervous, with memories from Ice Ghost Island resurfacing scene by scene.

The next second, Ren Feifan felt a great force at his abdomen.

"You... you’d die if you didn’t lie, huh!" Su Mohan said reluctantly.

Both landed safely; Ren Feifan didn’t intend to continue bantering with Su Mohan any further. He set her down, drew the Holy Abyss Sword, and charged forward. With Ren Feifan’s current strength, he clearly could not defeat the opponent, but he was not afraid.

Growing stronger against adversity was his creed!

If necessary, he could enter that state; Ren Feifan was at least certain he wouldn’t be in trouble.

If that wasn’t enough, he would call upon Grandpa Xu’s seventh-rank Physiognomist’s power. Grandpa Xu’s strength should have no problem severely wounding the Basong ancestor.

Ren Feifan advanced with his sword, a hint of red in his eyes, and the Blood Moon started to appear in his pupils; the Basong ancestor’s overwhelming edge in the fight was diminishing, and he became increasingly apprehensive as the battle went on.

He realized that both Ren Feifan’s speed and strength had undergone a qualitative change, which was impossible to achieve with his current rank!

Within the Formation, scarlet Sword Qi and flames constantly circulated.

The once-dominant Basong ancestor became more and more disheveled, with wounds appearing all over his body.

How is this possible?

He quickly noticed Ren Feifan’s eyes; by now, his pupils had turned blood-red, with a Blood Moon forming within the blackness!

"This... this is... this is the power of the Tomb of the Beastly Heaven; you brat actually obtained it!"

The Basong ancestor was not surprised or panicked but instead, his eyes blazed with eagerness!

Because by killing this youth, that power would become his own!

But at this moment, the power unleashed by Ren Feifan grew stronger and stronger; he was no longer at the Heavenly Rank!

It seemed he had to use that move!

The Basong ancestor quickly retreated, slapping his palm fiercely onto the ground, creating a crack in the earth.

His fingers rapidly formed seals, and a black rune suddenly appeared. Then, he sacrificed three drops of essence blood, shooting them fiercely onto the black rune.

"Guardian of the Basong, come forth!"

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