Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 728: New and Old Grudges Are Hard to Settle

Chapter 728: Chapter 728: New and Old Grudges Are Hard to Settle

"Boom!"

The moment Beitiao Qian Naizi was carried in front of the sarcophagus.

The huge lid crashed to the ground, revealing a withered yet strong body.

Strong refers to his body, over two meters tall, towering like a wall.

Withered, because his body was covered in various holes, as if his flesh had sprouted from his bones but hadn’t covered everything.

Especially his face, only black muscles with no skin; his eyes, unshielded by eyelids, resembled a demon from the Nine Netherworld Hell, terrifying and unforgettable to anyone he glanced at.

"Don’t... let me go... let me go..."

Beitiao Qian Naizi, the one captured, also felt that suffocating oppression at this moment.

She struggled to break free, but was caught by a powerful suction, and the next second, Drought had her neck tightly in his grasp, his powerful hand immobilizing her completely.

"You are not my Drought Mistress!"

Inspecting the Drought Mistress before him, he sniffed closer and was surprised to find another soul residing within the body, which was beyond his expectations.

"Release me... release me now!"

The powerless Beitiao Qian Naizi screamed in anger.

She had just acquired this beautiful body and hadn’t even used it yet, and already she was being treated like a pet.

"Interesting... I smelled fresh flesh just now; never thought someone would deliver themselves to me!"

Drought’s voice was hoarse, much like that of an elderly man.

The smile on his face, devoid of skin, was terrifyingly sinister.

Before Beitiao Qian Naizi could speak again, Drought had already impatiently made his move.

With a sniffing motion like a nose twitch, the body that Beitiao Qian Naizi had just possessed transformed into countless drops of blood, which crazily surged into Drought’s nostrils.

Then, the next second, his body, previously uncovered by skin, rapidly grew new skin; in just an instant, he looked like a normal person.

The tall, mummy-like figure radiated a regal presence.

Closing his eyes and savoring the comfortable feeling of his body’s growth, he finally exhaled and slowly opened his eyes.

"Di Xin, you’ve finally arrived!"

The booming voice echoed throughout the underground palace.

This caught Lin Fan, who had been lurking in the shadows preparing for a sneak attack, off guard.

He thought he had concealed his presence, but the other had still detected him.

"Mummy, not bad at all, detecting me like that. Thousands of years have passed, and your strength has grown!"

Since that was the case, Lin Fan no longer hid.

Stepping out from behind the stone pillar, he sized up Drought before him.

Tall, with powerful arms, he exuded a primal ferocity.

As the once dominator of the desert, he embodied the wild energy between heaven and earth.

With power enough to destroy everything, he was undoubtedly the most troublesome of the nine corpses.

"Your scent, I will never forget for all eternity. I planned to find you after a few years when I had fully recovered, but you delivered yourself to me instead; let’s settle both our new and old grievances today."

With a wave of Drought’s hand, several garments flew out.

Donning the yellow cape made him look even more imperial.

In contrast, Lin Fan, who was a head shorter, seemed rather ordinary.

"Are you even worthy of settling scores with me? You were defeated by my hands back then, and it will be the same today!"

Lin Fan stared down his opponent with undiminished vigor.

All around him, his vital energy swirled.

This time he was serious, ready to give it his all.

"Back then, you merely took advantage of others. But today is different. This underground palace is my domain, so let’s see who is the real emperor of mankind!"

Drought now stirred up wind beneath his feet, a swirl of sand enveloping his body.

The two of them didn’t truly have deep-seated hatred; it was merely a contest between the strong.

After all, born under heaven and earth, only one could stand at the top.

Therefore, this battle for life and death would continue forever.

"There can only be one Emperor, and that is me!"

Feeling the pressure from his opponent, Lin Fan’s blade shone brilliantly in his hand.

The blood-red dagger instantly transformed into a battle sword, condensing all his strength.

"It used to be, but it won’t be any longer. Today is the day I claim the title of Emperor!"

Drought waved his hand, and a yellow greatsword appeared in his grasp.

The broad blade was a meter wide, and the sword itself was even taller than his height.

The vast disparity alarmed Xu Zhi Rou from a distance.

But Lin Fan, seeming to be at a disadvantage, was not panicked at all.

"You are far from my match!"

Lin Fan snorted coldly, and suddenly moved.

His speed was so fast that Xu Zhi Rou’s eyes could not capture it.

"Boom!"

Just as Lin Fan closed in, Drought’s greatsword had already chopped down.

Despite his bulky size, his speed was extremely fast.

Fortunately, Lin Fan dodged in time, and the greatsword struck the ground, leaving a deep ravine.

The sweeping airflow directly blew those Drought women away.

"Swoosh!"

Having avoided the attack, Lin Fan’s figure had already moved behind the Drought.

His sword went straight for the back of his neck.

"Clang!"

But in the next instant, the Drought’s greatsword was back behind him.

Brutally blocking Lin Fan’s attack, he immediately turned around, swinging his greatsword at Lin Fan mid-air.

Lin Fan hurriedly somersaulted, evading the Drought’s attack, and the moment he landed, he crouched low, closing in on the ground toward his opponent.

Despite his large size, the Drought was agile.

It was almost impossible to strike from above.

Hence, Lin Fan had to close the distance and, leveraging his greater agility, he launched an attack on the lower zones.

"To think the mighty Emperor stoops to tactics as lowly as a rat, truly shameful!"

Drought hastily swung his blade to defend.

He couldn’t help but curse.

Lin Fan’s offensive specifically targeted the lower zone, which was unprecedented.

"In battle, there are only winners and losers, where do righteous tactics come in!"

Lin Fan, supporting himself with one hand on the ground, swept his leg towards the Drought’s ankle.

In his previous life, he was an Emperor revered by thousands and naturally disdained such combat tricks.

But in this life, he was a warrior forged through countless battles.

Killing was what he excelled at.

As for so-called righteousness, he didn’t give it a second thought.

Because he had to win this battle,

The means were insignificant.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The consecutive booming sounds were deafening.

In just a few minutes, the two had fought over a hundred rounds.

Just as Xu Zhi Rou’s heart was about to leap out of her throat, suddenly a figure shot a hundred meters into the air.

He fell directly into the scorching lava from the high platform.

Fortunately, once Xu Zhi Rou could see clearly, Lin Fan was still standing on the stone platform, which made her overjoyed beyond measure.

"Lin Fan has won!"