Super Invincible Immortal Doctor
Chapter 619: The Arrival of the King_1

Chapter 619: Chapter 619: The Arrival of the King_1

When Hua Jing Tian and the others heard this, their hearts were immediately filled with fear. The instantaneous death of a Ninth Grade Martial King was certainly shocking.

"Besides Sword Qi Talisman, he also has Thunder Talisman. The other Martial Marquis Realm Experts of Zhuo Family were all killed by the Thunder Talisman," Guo Yijian pointed at the charred corpses on the ground as he spoke.

Hua Jing Tian’s face darkened, feeling the situation becoming troublesome.

At this time, Su Chengyu could only keep up the pretense of seeming undefeatable. He took out a talisman from the Cui Xia Ring, placed it between his fingers, and calmly said, "So, another Ninth Grade Martial King wants to kill me. There really are many who wish for my death. Come on then, I have plenty of talismans here. I’m curious to see whether your Ninth Grade Martial Kings outnumber my talismans."

Seeing Su Chengyu holding the talisman, people were instantly filled with fear.

"Big brother, what should we do? Is there really no way to deal with him?" Shen Junru asked unwillingly.

Hua Jing Tian gestured for Shen Junru to calm down, then took two steps forward and said, "May I inquire about your sect or school?"

"None of your business," Su Chengyu replied.

Chagrined, Hua Jing Tian could only whisper to the white-bearded elder, "Qing Bo, how should we handle this situation?"

"Young master, don’t worry! Ninth Grade Martial Kings have their own strengths and weaknesses, the Zhuo Family’s ancestor was the weakest of the Ninth Grade, but I am a Half-Step Martial Saint. His Sword Qi Talisman might not be able to injure me," the white-bearded elder replied.

"Then, please be careful," Hua Jing Tian said with a slight nod.

Su Chengyu, with his Divine Sense, could clearly perceive the low voice conversation between Hua Jing Tian and the white-beared old man. Much to his shock, this old man turned out to be a Half-Step Martial Saint. Once he made his move, he was likely the one who would be swiftly killed!

"The Heaven-Mending Stone mockingly said, ’I tried to tell you that only those with great destiny ordained by heaven can obtain the Hongmeng Celestial Tome, but you didn’t listen. You tried to snatch the Charms from the Celestial Tome. Don’t count on me for help, I can’t help you.’

Su Chengyu ignored the Heaven-Mending Stone’s gloating, cursing inwardly, "If Yang Junmo, my uncle, still doesn’t show up, I am truly going to die!"

Always cautious, Su Chengyu dared to adventure into the Zhuo Family’s territory because he had prepared two counter-measures. First, he had the talismans from Ye Qingci, but he didn’t know the exact power of these talismans or which grade of Martial Kings they could kill.

So, he contacted Yang Junmo, notifying him through the jade token that Yang had left, asking for help in Suifeng City.

Up until now, however, Yang Junmo had not shown up. Su Chengyu had no choice but to use the talismans and thankfully, he did manage to successfully kill the ascestor of Zhuo Family.

But at this moment, he had truly run out of options.

The white-bearded elder was slowly advancing, while Hua Jing Tian and the others retreated, so as not to get affected by the Sword Qi talisman.

"Old man, aren’t you afraid of dying?" Su Chengyu casually held up the talisman.

"I am curious to see how powerful your talisman really is."

The elder, a white-bearded Martial Saint, exhibited his majestic aura, levitating three feet off the ground.

Martial Saints could levitate and fly. As an upper Ninth Grade Martial King, the white-bearded elder was already close to the threshold of the Innate Martial Arts Realm. He could walk three feet above the ground, albeit not very fast.

Su Chengyu realized his bluff wasn’t going to hold much longer. He threw the Green Thunder Talisman towards the white-bearded elder and immediately took off using Sword Flight.

Since the bluff was over anyway, the best plan now was to retreat.

The final Green Thunder Talisman was thrown, and its lightning potency was directed towards the white-bearded elder. He casually swatted it backhanded, suppressing the power of the Green Thunder Talisman as if it were nothing, seemingly having complete control over the lightning.

"Sword Flight? In front of me, even if you had wings, you could not fly!"

The white-bearded elder coldly snorted. Su Chengyu had just flown ten meters high when an enormous palm print appeared overhead, completely enveloping him.

Furthermore, the aura of the white-bearded elder was so formidable that it put a severe constrain on Su Chengyu’s Sword Flight speed. Even though Su Chengyu used all his strength, he could only manage to avoid the center of the giant palm strike, yet still got hit by the margin of the palm, causing him to fall directly from mid-air to the ground.

Su Chengyu crawled up from the pit, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The power of a Half-Step Martial Saint was too overwhelming. If he hadn’t dodged the direct hit of the giant palm a moment ago, there’s a good chance that even with the True Dragon’s Reverse Scale for protection, the overpowering force would have killed him outright.

Seeing Su Chengyu merely throwing out one Thunder Talisman before fleeing with his sword, and now having been injured, Hua Jing Tian and the others quickly realized the situation.

"So he was only trying to bluff us! It seems that you don’t have more of those talismans that can instantly kill a Ninth Grade Martial King!" Hua Jing Tian exclaimed with a laugh.

"Damn it! I was almost fooled by him. He is too cunning!" Guo Yijian was furious.

"Su Cheng! Where is that bitch, Shen Junrou? Have her come out and die with you!" In an instant, Shen Junru strutted forth, arrogantly yelling.

"You mongrel, relying on a little skill, killed my father, humiliated my Shen Family, you didn’t expect to end up like this, did you!"

Having lost an arm, Shen Junxian held equal hatred for Su Chengyu. Seeing Su Chengyu injured, he couldn’t help but verbalize his anger and loathing.

Su Chengyu wiped the streak of blood off from the corner of his mouth, with no other countermeasures left, he could only hope that Yang Junmo could reach in time. That was his only hope.

Yuan Bo stood in the crowd, witnessing Su Chengyu display impressive power, killing a Ninth Grade Martial King. He secretly cheered for Su Chengyu, but at the moment, all he could do was silently mourn for Su Chengyu.

At this juncture, his position of being the son of the city lord of Suifeng City had absolutely no effect or value. Even his father, Yuan Xueliang, would be insignificant in this situation.

Su Chengyu held the Dragon Slayer Sword, despite being at death’s door, there wasn’t the slightest bit of panic or fear in his eyes. He sneered and said, "Winners become kings while the losers become bandits. There’s nothing more to say. If you want to kill me, do it!"

"Qing Bo, kill him," Hua Jing Tian commanded.

The white-bearded elder nodded, raised his hand and threw a punch towards Su Chengyu. Su Chengyu felt the air around him becoming solid, with no room for him to dodge. He could only tirelessly channel mana into the Dragon Slayer Sword, knowing that even if he cannot win, he refuses to surrender.

The white-bearded elder’s punch crushed everything it its path, causing the ground around them to crack, and dust and gravel flew into the air.

"He was a genius among the younger generation, too bad he has to perish here."

Yuan Bo stood in the crowd, closing his eyes, unable to witness what’s coming. Guo Yijian, seeing Su Chengyu’s imminent death, had a smile on his face. Once Su Chengyu died, he would have an account to present to Xiang Yuesheng, and he would also get the Ziyang Pill.

"You son of a bitch, go to hell!" Shen Junru cursed through gritted teeth.

"Who dares to kill my brother!"

The voice of Yang Junmo finally echoed throughout the venue. Immediately after, a ray of Sword Qi descended from the sky, splitting through the air, and landing in front of Su Chengyu, instantly dispersing all the restraints on him.

The devastating punch of the white-bearded elder was pierced by the Sword Qi and dissipated into nothingness.

As the Sword Qi receded, peach blossoms showered down from the sky. Yang Junmo, dressed in white robes, holding a folding fan, struck a supremely confident and flamboyant pose before descending from the sky. He looked incredibly fancy!

Enter Yang Junmo, the cheeky king!