Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1119: Bizarre Golden Light

Chapter 1119: Chapter 1119: Bizarre Golden Light

Fang Bai leaped onto the top of the gorge, and ten breaths later, Hu Ren, Miao Feng, and Hu Yi, the family of three, also clambered up. When they saw the Dragon Tiger Palace disciples closing in from three sides, their faces involuntarily paled. They drew their own Spiritual Artifacts, circulated True Yuan, and stood ready for battle.

The dozen or so Dragon Tiger Palace disciples before them were all Desolate Level Martial Artists, including four at Desolate Level Perfection. Meanwhile, the Elder of Dragon Tiger Palace, Lin Xiaotian, and two Stewards should be resting in a huge stone house not far away.

In Hu Ren’s view, even if the three Vast Level Experts of Dragon Tiger Palace, including Lin Xiaotian, didn’t make a move, these dozen or so disciples alone were enough to cause them headaches.

"Brother Bai, my wife and I will hold off the Dragon Tiger Palace disciples later. You take Yi’er and break through! If we are unfortunate enough to fall here today, please take good care of Yi’er for us!" Hu Ren whispered to Fang Bai beside him, then exchanged a sorrowful smile with Miao Feng.

Hu Ren and his wife only had Hu Yi as their son, whom they cherished deeply, finding his life more precious than their own. As long as their son could survive this catastrophe, they were willing to sacrifice themselves here and also repay Fang Bai for saving their lives.

"I won’t go! If we flee, we flee together! If we die, we die together!" Hu Yi said loudly.

"If I tell you to run, you run, what’s there to hesitate about? If we die, you’ll still be there. But if you die, the Hu family line will end!" Hu Ren glared at his son and scolded with a stomp.

"I..."

"Enough! Enough!" Fang Bai interrupted Hu Ren and his son, saying irritably, "What kind of talk is all this? Escape, death, ending the family line... can’t you say something more auspicious? If you face an opponent and feel fearful before you even fight, how can you expect to emerge victorious?"

"Uncle Bai is right! We face a formidable enemy now, we mustn’t lose our spirits! The Dragon Tiger Palace disciples just cut off the Iron Chain Bridge to put us in a desperate situation. Now it’s our turn to strike back! Attack!"

Brash and fearless like a calf unafraid of tigers, Hu Yi, who had just advanced by two minor realms, was filled with high spirits and a fighting urge. By the end of his shout, he had already charged ahead, initiating an attack on several Dragon Tiger Palace disciples.

"Yi’er, are you mad!"

"Come back!"

Seeing this, Hu Ren and Miao Feng were taken aback and shouted as they rushed forward, trying to stop their son.

The Dragon Tiger Palace disciples facing them were all Desolate Level Perfection Martial Artists, each wielding a low-grade Spiritual Artifact. With Hu Yi’s Heaven Level High Rank Cultivation Level, attacking them was tantamount to courting death.

Opponents stood close by, and with Hu Yi’s sudden rush, Hu Ren and his wife were caught off guard. By the time they realized what was happening, Hu Yi had already reached the disciples of the Dragon Tiger Palace, and his fist had already thundered out.

"The boy is courting death!"

One of the opposing Dragon Tiger Palace disciples, possessing High Rank Desolate Level prowess, let out a scornful, cruel smile at the corner of his mouth. He violently shook the zhang-long iron spear in his hand, twirling several large spiral patterns with the spear tip before lunging it toward the charging Hu Yi’s chest.

With only the strength of a Heaven Level High Rank Martial Artist, Hu Yi was no match for the High Rank Desolate Level Martial Artist holding the spear. The gap in their realms was so great that even if five Hu Yi’s attacked simultaneously, they wouldn’t be a match for that Dragon Tiger Palace disciple.

Moreover, the iron spear in the hands of the Dragon Tiger Palace disciple was a low-grade Spiritual Artifact, with a sharp tip that was indestructible and could easily pierce through the Protective True Essence Hu Yi had conjured around his body, potentially impaling him through and through.

"Yi’er!"

"No!"

Hu Ren and Miao Feng, watching in horror as the iron spear’s tip came within three feet of their son’s body, imminently reaching him, realized it was impossible for them to intervene in time. It was as if they were witnessing the gruesome scene of their son’s death under the spear, their eyes nearly bursting with rage and sorrow as they cried out in grief.

Yet, at this critical moment, Fang Bai stood with his arms crossed, unmoving, a slight smile even appearing on his face.

Hu Yi had launched an attack on the Dragon Tiger Palace disciple, driven solely by passion, without considering whether he had the ability to vanquish his opponent. Now, as the spear thrust toward him, closing in within a blink of an eye, a sudden surge of intense danger engulfed him, causing his scalp to explode with fright and an overwhelming sense of despair to take hold.

"My life is over!"

Hu Yi internally screamed, only now realizing how rash his actions had been and that he might have to pay with his life. Filled with regret, he acknowledged that it was too late.

However, though young, Hu Yi’s character was exceedingly tough and tenacious; he refused to fall without a fight. His right fist remained in an offensive thrusting position, determined that even if he was to die, he would still inflict damage on his adversary, at least lessening the burden on his parents and Uncle Bai.

"Hmph, overestimating oneself!"

Seeing this, the spear-wielding Dragon Tiger Palace disciple sneered, his arm holding the spear seemingly extending a bit further, speeding up the spear’s piercing motion with a faint yet sharp whooshing sound.

The spear tip, empowered by strong True Yuan and the authority of the Spiritual Artifact, easily tore through the Protective True Essence around Hu Yi, brushing against the thin shirt outside his skin.

Hu Ren and Miao Feng shut their eyes at that moment, unable to bear witnessing the tragic fall of their son.

The other Dragon Tiger Palace disciples widened their mouths, already beginning to laugh triumphantly.

"Swish!"

Abruptly, the sound of a blade cleaving the air arose, and a metre-long saber-shaped golden light appeared out of nowhere from Hu Yi’s chest, striking with the force of thunder, as fast as lightning, slashing across the neck of the spear-wielding Dragon Tiger Palace disciple.

The emergence of the saber-shaped golden light was too sudden and elusive, catching everyone off guard and moving with unimaginable speed. Even the spear-wielding Dragon Tiger Palace disciple, a high-rank Desolate Level Martial Artist, had no time to react.

Pfft!

The golden light crossed the Dragon Tiger Palace disciple’s neck, and his body twitched slightly from the shock. The iron spear in his hand halted, unable to advance even slightly further.

Staring with wide eyes, the Dragon Tiger Palace disciple looked at Hu Yi, his gaze filled with disbelief. His mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the next instant, his head rolled off his neck to the ground.

Immediately thereafter, a fountain of blood burst forth from the severed neck.

The metre-long iron spear also dropped from his hand.

Not just the spear-wielding Dragon Tiger Palace disciple, but also the five Vast Level Experts behind him weren’t spared. They, too, were sliced by the mysteriously appeared saber-shaped golden light—some decapitated, others halved.

In the blink of an eye, among the dozen or so Dragon Tiger Palace Desolate Level Martial Artists present, six lay dead due to that golden light, including four at the level of Desolate Level Perfection.