Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 940 - 938: A Backhand Slap! (Sixth Update!)

Chapter 940: Chapter 938: A Backhand Slap! (Sixth Update!)

"Then I’ll tell you, I am the qualification!"

Immediately, a terrifying pressure swept over, and Ren Feifan felt as if his body was bound by some force, and then he fell to the ground!

His face turned deathly pale!

This is what a true powerhouse is!

Ren Feifan was certain that although this person’s cultivation was restricted by the Huaxia Heavenly Path, his strength must be about the same as Su Mohan’s mother’s, or even higher.

He was a formidable enemy!

With his hands pressed against the ground, Ren Feifan steadied himself, his mouth now oozing blood.

His eyes were icy cold, his chest seething with rage!

He reached out his hand, gestured to Ye Lengting, and said with a sneer, "You’re strong, I admit defeat gracefully. Come over here, and I’ll tell you where that guy went!"

"You’re strong, I admit defeat gracefully. Come over here, and I’ll tell you where that guy went!"

Ye Lengting glanced at the young man wearing a mask, a cold smile on his lips.

Just a moment ago, he was stubborn as a bull, and now he’s turned into a docile grandchild.

Indeed, these ants need to be crushed with brute force!

The sneer at the corner of Ren Feifan’s mouth grew thicker, but he said nothing.

Seeing that Ren Feifan remained silent, Ye Lengting frowned and said impatiently, "Why aren’t you speaking? Don’t waste my time; I still have to rush to the Capital City!"

Ren Feifan was startled, his expression becoming strange. This guy was also heading to the Capital City; it seemed they might meet again.

It doesn’t matter!

The intimidating attack from before must be avenged today!

Ren Feifan gestured with his fingers again and, feigning a hoarse voice, said, "Come closer, my throat is a bit hoarse, I can’t speak loudly!"

Ye Lengting took a look at Ren Feifan; although he found his behavior a bit odd, he didn’t think much of it.

After all, how much of a wave could such a weakling possibly stir up?

If the guy dared to have any ill intentions, Ye Lengting would ensure his entire family met their demise!

He maneuvered his mount closer to Ren Feifan and stabilized it before saying coldly, "Kid, are you satisfied with this distance? Speak up. Where exactly did that guy go?"

Ren Feifan pretended to whisper something, but obviously, Ye Lengting didn’t hear it.

"Can’t you speak up a bit?"

Tugging at his throat, Ren Feifan said hoarsely, "Come down from your mount, you’re too high. I need to speak directly into your ear. If you aren’t satisfied, you can easily kill me with a flick of your wrist."

Ye Lengting nodded, finding the rationale sound.

With a slight exertion of his arms, he leaped down, stood to the side, and said:

"Can you finally tell me now? If you dare play any tricks, I promise you’ll experience pain far worse than death!"

"Of course!" Ren Feifan let out a hehe with a sneer.

Then he moved a few inches closer to Ye Lengting, and suddenly, his eyes flashed with a cold intensity as he said directly, "Actually, I am the person you’re looking for!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Lengting was completely enraged! But before he could react, a fast-moving dark shadow struck at his cheek!

"Smack!"

Ren Feifan’s heavy slap landed on Ye Lengting’s face!

The sound was exceptionally crisp and forceful!

With the slap, Ye Lengting was totally bewildered. Could someone actually dare to slap him?

And to do so so brazenly!

What kind of joke was this?

But the hot pain on his cheek snapped him out of his trance!

This masked whelp had indeed dared to slap him!

"You’re courting death!"

Ye Lengting fully reacted, a torrent of rage swelling within him!

From childhood to adulthood, as the young master of the Ye family of the Outer Hidden Sect, he was endowed with exceptional talent—who would dare to touch him?

Let alone slap him in the face right before his eyes!

He wanted this kid dead; he wanted everyone related to this kid to be dead without a burial place!

In Ye Lengting’s hands appeared a blood-red longsword! He directly hacked toward the kid with it!

At this moment, he had no other intentions; he just wanted to slaughter without restraint!

To vent all the rage boiling in his heart!

But the next second, he found that the seemingly ordinary cultivator who had been standing by his side had vanished into thin air!

Vanished without a trace!

Even the lingering aura had disappeared!

How could this be possible!

Ye Lengting’s face turned ashen. Although he was aware of some spells for escaping or fleeing, he had never encountered such an inconceivable method of disappearing without leaving behind the slightest hint of presence!

"Kid, come out here! If I, Ye Lengting, don’t kill you, I vow not to call myself a man! If you’re a man, come out and face me!"

Ye Lengting roared in a frenzy, but there was no one to respond to his challenge.

After shouting for a long while, a feeling of stifling powerlessness almost made him vomit blood!

His eyes narrowed, and he wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, charging toward the outside in a surge of urgency!

He was determined to find this person at all costs!

To tear him to pieces!

Meanwhile, the mastermind behind all this, Ren Feifan, was leisurely reclining in a mysterious space’s armchair, munching on watermelon, looking utterly at ease.

The Sword Spirit of the Ancient Dust Sword had its arms crossed, with a somewhat bewildered expression.

It had witnessed everything that just happened, and it had never imagined that this guy would dare to slap the face of a Hidden Gate expert!

Especially since that person’s strength far exceeded Ren Feifan’s!

This kid really had guts!

If that person had directly suppressed his consciousness with his power, things really would have gotten troublesome!

"You really have some nerve, daring to slap a True Path Realm expert’s face with your Heavenly Rank strength. In the entire world, you’re probably the only one who’d do such a thing," said the Sword Spirit.

Ren Feifan chuckled, casually tossing a watermelon slice over, "Just average, just average. I’d dare to slap even a Wanxiang Realm expert!"

The Sword Spirit snorted coldly. "If you had encountered a Wanxiang Realm expert like me, I assure you, before you could even make a move, you’d already be a corpse."

"Oh."

Ren Feifan responded nonchalantly, then took another bite of watermelon. He decided to wait until that person had completely left the Island of Ten Thousand Beasts before going out.

Although he now had a trump card, if he truly faced off against that True Path Realm expert, it would be very challenging!

About a day went by.

Ren Feifan had confirmed that the other party was no longer on the Island of Ten Thousand Beasts, only then did he change into a new set of clothes and took off his mask to walk out.

"Kid, you’re too green to try to mess with me!" Ren Feifan sneered. Just as he was about to leave, a cold voice rang out from behind him.

"Carry the Ancient Dust Sword on your back!"

Ren Feifan could only reluctantly strap the Ancient Dust Sword onto his back, though by now he had grown accustomed to its weight.

"This sword is too conspicuous. I mean, this is modern society, and walking around with a sword is pretty weird," Ren Feifan earnestly said.

The Sword Spirit manifested in front of Ren Feifan, let out a cold laugh, and said, "This will be easy to handle!"

With a snap of its fingers, a stream of light fell upon the Ancient Dust Sword on Ren Feifan’s back.

The Ancient Dust Sword instantly became invisible.

"Now that’s taken care of!"

Ren Feifan turned his head to see that the Ancient Dust Sword had disappeared, but the weight remained. He instantly understood the other’s method and, without further thought, made his way to the Cloud Flow Formation!

"It’s time to return to Capital City!"

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