Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1098: Overlord

Chapter 1098: Chapter 1098: Overlord

Han Xingyu had thought that there would be a fierce battle between Fang Bai and Zu Tiangang and the others, but she didn’t expect the winner to be decided in the blink of an eye, leaving her no chance to lend a hand "in the nick of time."

At this, Han Xingyu felt rather helpless and couldn’t help but give a bitter smile.

However, the formidable strength Fang Bai displayed left Han Xingyu deeply impressed, and it reinforced her resolve to persuade the Sect Leader to release the Linghu sisters from imprisonment.

If Fang Bai could defeat Zu Tiangang and the other Purple Flame Sect powerhouses, then it was unlikely that the higher-ups of the Xuannv Sect could be his match. With such a strong person, if they couldn’t make an ally of him, they certainly couldn’t afford to offend him.

"Zu Sect Master, you have lost!"

Fang Bai looked at Zu Tiangang, who was bleeding from his nose and mouth and could hardly stand steady, and said indifferently.

"We’ve lost... It’s over... We’ve lost... It’s over..."

Zu Tiangang, defeated by Fang Bai, suffered a double blow both physically and mentally. For a while, he was somewhat befuddled, staggering there and repeating the words "lost" and "over" incessantly.

Zu Tiangang knew that with the defeat of the Sect’s high-level members, it also spelled the end of the Purple Flame Sect.

The thirteen Purple Flame Sect Vast Level Experts behind Zu Tiangang, each severely injured, found it difficult to recover to their peak condition. They sat collapsed on the ground, some in silent resignation, some with faces of despair, some cursing angrily, and some trying to struggle to their feet to resist further.

"Hey!"

Fang Bai suddenly let out a great shout, like thunder on a clear day, exploding next to Zu Tiangang’s ear.

Zu Tiangang’s entire body jolted, and only then did he come to his senses.

"Zu Sect Master, do you have anything else to say?"

Fang Bai asked coldly as he looked at Zu Tiangang.

With a pale face and filled with despair, Zu Tiangang said with a mournful smile, "The victor is the king, the defeated is the bandit. What else can I say? The number one Sect of Thousand Lakes Country is now yours, Bitao Martial Academy’s. Ha... Haha... I, Zu Tiangang, have become the eternal sinner of the Purple Flame Sect... I deserve to die... I deserve to die..."

"You do deserve to die! Not only you, but all thirteen high-level members of the Purple Flame Sect behind you also deserve to die!"

Fang Bai smiled, revealing a row of bright white teeth, but the smile was filled with a chilling killing intent as he said, "In the Martial Dao World, it’s the survival of the fittest, an unchanging rule since ancient times. You’ve lost, so now you must die!"

An elder of the Purple Flame Sect said sternly, "Fang Bai, according to the rules of the martial arts tournament held by the Sects, since you’ve won, it should be Bitao Martial Academy that takes the seat of the number one Sect in Thousand Lakes Country. Why must you still kill us? Your cruelty will dishearten all the disciples from the major Sects present here! Your Purple Flame Sect will likely struggle to win people’s hearts in the future!"

"Cruel?"

Fang Bai seemed to hear an extremely funny joke. He laughed uproariously, then his gaze turned ice-cold as he stared at the elder of the Purple Flame Sect and said, "May I ask this Elder, if I had lost this battle, would you have shown mercy and spared me? Would you have allowed the few Bitao Martial Academy disciples present to return alive to Bitao Martial Academy? Would you not have taken revenge on Bitao Martial Academy?"

Fang Bai’s series of questions left the Purple Flame Sect elder speechless, stammering, unable to utter a word.

The Elder might not speak, but the hearts of the disciples from the various major Sects present all understood.

Given the way the Purple Flame Sect conducted itself, if Fang Bai had lost this battle, the outcome would have been utter destruction.

And it would be impossible for Ge Feng and the other disciples of Bitao Martial Academy to return alive to Bitao Martial Academy.

Afterward, the Purple Flame Sect would undoubtedly carry out a frenzied retaliation against Bitao Martial Academy. Neither the high-level members of the Martial Academy nor the talented disciples with promising potential would have any hope of survival.

Even if the Bitao Martial Academy were not completely destroyed, it would surely degenerate into a state of utter disarray, never again with a chance to rise.

So when Fang Bai acted as he did, none of the disciples from the major sects present found it inappropriate. On the contrary, they felt it was only natural.

Of course, even if someone was dissatisfied, they dared not voice any objections. With the impending upheaval in Thousand Lakes Country, who would be foolish enough to offend Fang Bai and Bitao Martial Academy?

"Fang Bai, killing too many people offends the Heavenly Dao and incurs its punishment! Take my life and spare the other disciples of Purple Flame Sect!"

Zu Tiangang knew his fate was sealed and refused to beg for mercy, instead shouting out forcefully.

"Heavenly Dao?"

Fang Bai laughed softly and said, "In my eyes, the Heavenly Dao is also controlled by the strong and the victorious! And I, I am both strong and victorious, able to dictate your destinies!"

His words were filled with domineering power. If they had been spoken before the confrontation with Zu Tiangang and others, everyone might have deemed them the rantings of an arrogant fool, but now, no one thought so any longer.

After he spoke, Fang Bai moved toward Zu Tiangang, a surge of killing intent with each step he took.

Just as everyone thought Fang Bai was about to strike down Zu Tiangang, he suddenly halted, his gaze turning to the entrance of the Practice Battle Arena. His eyebrows furrowed tightly as if sensing something.

The martial artists present all turned their heads, following Fang Bai’s gaze toward the entrance of the arena.

"The ones who dictate their fates are not you but us!"

A clear and melodious voice suddenly echoed over the arena, resonating clearly in every martial artist’s ear. Aside from Fang Bai, the hundreds of warriors present felt a sense of dizziness, nearly unsteady on their feet.

Following that voice, two figures appeared at the entrance of the arena, one tall and one short, walking shoulder to shoulder towards the Stone Platform.

Their pace was not quick, but with each step, they covered dozens of meters, their movements as smooth as clouds and flowing water, like a swift breeze that swept past the onlookers and in the blink of an eye, arrived beside Zu Tiangang on the Stone Platform, confronting Fang Bai.

The speed of these two men was astoundingly fast, beyond even what a Vast Level Perfection expert like Zu Tiangang could hope to match—only a Cosmic Level Expert could achieve such a feat.

Seeing the faces of the tall and short men, Zu Tiangang’s expression instantly revealed surprise and jubilation, his voice almost breaking into tears as he said, "Elders, save me!"

The tall and short men gave Zu Tiangang a look of disdain and said in unison, "Waste!"

"Yes! Yes! I am a waste! I am a waste! With the elders here, my life can be saved, and there will be no worry for our Purple Flame Sect!"

In front of the tall and short men, Zu Tiangang dared not offer a single word in rebuttal or show any displeasure. He behaved as docilely as a dog wagging its tail for mercy, nodding and bowing, his attitude extremely respectful.

The two men paid him no more attention, instead examining Fang Bai with great interest.

Fang Bai, too, was assessing them.

The sudden arrival of these two men, one tall, one short, both around forty years of age and dressed in identical white robes, indicated that their martial artist auras were similar and they clearly were disciples from the same sect. Yet their heights and appearances contrasted greatly, making for a laughable sight.

The tall man stood over one meter ninety, with an impressive and upright stature. Dressed in a white robe, he carried himself gracefully, but unfortunately, his face was extremely ugly, so much so that one could have nightmares after a second glance.

The short man was barely one meter thirty, resembling a dwarf, yet his skin was fair, he had arched eyebrows and bright eyes, and his features were handsome. If one only looked at his face, he indeed would merit the description of a "handsome man."

The two men standing together were an unforgettable sight.