Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 729: Undying and Indestructible

Chapter 729: Chapter 729: Undying and Indestructible

"Huff... Huff... Huff..."

Lin Fan gasped for breath, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

To others, it may have only been a matter of minutes, but for a super expert like him, it was exceedingly torturous.

He had already used over a thousand moves, and each one was with his full strength.

It was not just a test of combat skill, but also a test of physical endurance.

After all, having to execute a full-powered blow every time was a kind of consumption that would affect anyone equally.

With his body under tremendous pressure, his mind also remained highly focused.

Fortunately, it was all worth it.

In a situation where their power was nearly equal, his combat techniques were no longer the straightforward and heavy strikes of a thousand years ago.

Winning with cleverness, he seemed to have the upper hand.

"Can it really be over?"

Looking at the still-boiling lava beneath his feet, Lin Fan searched hard for any trace of the Drought’s presence.

But due to the high temperature, he couldn’t find any clues at all.

Yet everything had felt too easy, which he found hard to accept.

"Bang!"

Just as Lin Fan was pondering, suddenly a jet of lava shot towards him.

He hurriedly unleashed a Sword Qi, shattering it.

And the next second, as expected, the Drought creature appeared.

Standing on the lava, his clothes had been completely burned away.

But not only was his skin unharmed, it actually glowed with a dark red hue.

"I must admit, after a thousand years, you’ve indeed got fancier tricks, but what of it? Here, I am an eternal existence; the moment you stepped into my domain, everything was destined. From now on, only I, the one and only emperor, shall exist in this world!"

The Drought’s voice was deep and forceful.

As he waved his hands, streams of lava shot toward Lin Fan.

The magma, hot from the heart of the earth, could destroy everything.

With a sweep of Lin Fan’s Sword Qi, the scorching lava was instantly dispersed in all directions.

Splashing on the bodies of the Drought’s females, they immediately burst into raging flames.

"Do you still think this era is the same as before? The world has changed, emperor or not no longer matters. If you’re willing to lay down your murderous weapon, perhaps I can forgive and forget, and allow you to exist in this world!"

Lin Fan said with a cold face, watching the Drought amidst the flames.

As a sworn enemy, he knew this creature all too well.

He was a born king of destruction; once truly freed, the yellow sand would cover the whole world.

Renowned for his brutality, he was born to wreak havoc.

Of course, the nature of these nine corpses was the same, be it the Water Corpse, the Ice Corpse, or the Seductive Corpse.

Their innate instinct was to drag the entire world into the abyss.

"You’ve said that so many times before. It’s been thousands of years, how come you haven’t changed at all? What I want is to unite the world under my rule, and everyone should live in the sands that I have cast!"

The Drought creature that drifted onto the stone platform held a greatsword that had taken on the form of molten lava.

His power was now many times greater than before.

"It seems I’ve just been wasting time. So be it, let’s have a proper battle today."

Lin Fan suddenly smiled, and astonishingly reached out to stab his own heart.

"Splurt..."

As blood flowed, Lin Fan seemed to be severely wounded, kneeling on one knee on the ground.

A mouthful of blood spewed out, turning into a sky of blood mist.

This left Xu Zhi Rou in the distance completely stunned.

She had never seen anyone strike themselves down before a battle.

But what came next left her even more bewildered.

For the blood seemed alive somehow, forming a bloody mist that enveloped Lin Fan entirely.

"Awooo!"

With a long howl, the blood mist suddenly dispersed.

Lin Fan, emerging from the blood fog, had undergone a transformation.

Now, he was almost as tall and imposing as Drought.

The light shooting from his eyes was filled with endless killing intent.

His well-defined muscles stretched his clothes to their limit.

Just standing there, he instantly exuded the majestic aura of a sovereign who commanded the world.

In contrast, even Drought seemed less formidable by a third.

This was Di Xin’s true form, and for the first time, he revealed his hidden murderous aura to confront an enemy.

"This is the Di Xin I know, I have been anticipating this battle for thousands of years!"

Drought looked insolently at Lin Fan across from him.

Thousands of years ago, they had stood like this in a standoff for a full three years.

Countless battles had been fought between them.

"You should not have awakened, and since you chose to sleep, you should have continued your eternal slumber right here!"

Lin Fan’s chiseled face glowed with arrogant pride.

Thousands of years ago, he had marched west to conquer the Drought fiend to save the people from the chaos of the yellow sands.

And now, he was standing in front of humanity once again.

He absolutely could not let this monster walk out of the underground palace.

"I’ve had enough sleep, and now it’s your turn. Don’t worry, though, after I kill you, I’ll find a way to resurrect you quickly. When you open your eyes again, the world will be shaped into one I adore. Of course, by then I’ll kill you again, because I believe that will be the only joy there is."

Wielding a greatsword transformed from molten lava, Drought took the initiative and lunged at Lin Fan.

Sensing a hint of danger, he also exerted his full strength.

But this time, Lin Fan didn’t dodge or evade; instead, he proactively met the charge.

"Bang!"

As the blades collided, a deafening roar echoed.

And so the two mighty figures were locked together in fierce combat.

Following the clash of swords, their eyes also fiercely locked onto each other.

"I won’t let you wreak havoc ever again. Every time you awake, I will slay you!"

In Lin Fan’s eyes shone the dominance of a king.

As long as he lived, the undead scourge would not be allowed to wreak havoc upon the world.

This was the foremost duty of an Emperor of Mankind.

"We’ll see if you’re capable!"

The pain of battle ignited an excited gleam on the face of Drought.

With a twisted and ferocious shout, the two parted abruptly.

And the next moment, they collided with each other like high-speed trains once more.

Parting, retreating, then lunging forward again.

This most basic and direct form of combat was startlingly intense to Xu Zhi Rou.

After each collision, the whole underground palace would shake along.

Their immense strength caused the magma within the palace to bubble and spout relentlessly.

Gradually, their speed of impact slowed considerably.

But both men, breathing heavily, were still gearing up for a lethal blow.

In this primitive state of combat, they were the perfect embodiment of power.

"Kill!"

Finally, Lin Fan roared and charged at Drought with the blade in his hand.

This strike carried not only all his strength but also the resolve of thousands of years of struggle between humanity and nature.

For survival, for legacy, generations of human ancestors had fallen in the face of harsh disasters.

This time, Lin Fan would stand for these lost souls and completely repel the adversity born of the world.

Man shall triumph over heaven!