Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1232: Seriously Injured

Chapter 1232: Chapter 1232: Seriously Injured

Ying Guangping struck out in anger, completely forgetting that Fang Bai possessed strength not inferior to his own.

The dozens of Tianji Sect disciples spectating had always believed Fang Bai to be merely a mid-Cosmic Level Martial Artist, thinking that with a casual slap from Steward Ying, Fang Bai would likely be half dead.

The Tianji Sect disciples only wanted Fang Bai’s Cultivation Resources; no one cared about his life or death. Watching Steward Ying smack Fang Bai, they each crossed their arms and laughed, waiting to see Fang Bai suffer a setback.

Indeed, the very next moment after Steward Ying’s palm struck out, a figure soared high, arcing through the air in a parabola, and planted headfirst into a swamp not far away with a "plop."

"Look, that’s what happens when that kid messes with Steward Ying! Hahaha..."

One of the Tianji Sect disciples pointed at the figure with his head buried in the mud and limbs flailing wildly, and burst out laughing.

However, as he laughed, he suddenly noticed something amiss; his mouth remained wide open, but his laughter abruptly stopped.

"The man in the swamp... looks a bit like Elder Ying!"

That Tianji Sect disciple seemed to have seen something inconceivable, his eyes bulging as he muttered to himself.

"What do you mean looks a bit like? That’s Elder Ying!"

Another Tianji Sect disciple slapped the back of his head and said loudly, frustrated.

The person who fell in the swamp was dressed in the distinctive attire of a Tianji Sect Steward; even a fool would know it must be Ying Guangping.

"If Steward Ying is in the swamp, then where is that young man named Fang Bai?"

The dozens of Tianji Sect disciples thought of this and turned their gaze to where Fang Bai was standing.

Fang Bai stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his lips, as if he had not moved at all from the beginning to the end.

In fact, at the same moment Ying Guangping’s slap came out, Fang Bai had also made his move. He punched Ying Guangping in the face, sending him flying.

It’s just that his movements were too fast, and no one on the scene could see them clearly.

In fact, in terms of strength, Fang Bai and Ying Guangping were not much different. It was only because Ying Guangping, one, looked down on Fang Bai and two, was certain Fang Bai wouldn’t dare to act while surrounded by dozens of his own powerful experts, and also because the attack came without any warning, that he suffered a great loss.

Among experts, even the slightest oversight can lead to disaster.

The face of Ying Guangping, who now lay planted in the swamp, was collapsed by Fang Bai’s punch, and after struggling for a moment, he passed out, paying a heavy price for underestimating his opponent.

The dozens of Tianji Sect disciples could never have imagined that Fang Bai, who was as meek as a lamb last night, would turn into a fierce beast today, instantly knocking out Steward Ying, who had Universe Level initial stage strength, with one punch.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, so much so that the dozens of Tianji Sect disciples stared at Ying Guangping, who had fainted in the swamp, and couldn’t react for a long time.

"Whooo..."

A long howl suddenly emanated from Fang Bai’s mouth.

The Silverwing Hawk, perched on a distant treetop and tamed by Ying Guangping, heard the howl from Fang Bai, and its bright, sharp eyes first became confused, then turned blood red.

With a violent aura enveloping it, the aggressive Silverwing Hawk spread its wings and soared, swooping down from the high sky towards the Tianji Sect disciples that had surrounded Fang Bai.

The attack power of the Silverwing Hawk exceeded that of the majority of the Tianji Sect disciples present. At this moment, as its wings flapped vigorously, it dived down with a violent and berserk aura, causing the dozens of Tianji Sect disciples on-site to panic. Their first instinct was to flee hastily to avoid the sharp talons of the Silverwing Hawk.

However, just as this thought arose in their minds, they felt a surging and forceful True Yuan suddenly assault them—it was Fang Bai launching an attack before they could make a move.

Dozens of Tianji Sect disciples were all Cosmic Level Experts, who, if prepared and united, might pose a challenge to Fang Bai.

Fully aware of this, Fang Bai gave them no chance to join forces. Adopting a preemptive approach, he used the Silverwing Hawk to disturb their focus and disperse their concentration, while simultaneously launching a lightning-fast attack himself.

Fang Bai possessed combat power comparable to a Universe Level beginner expert. With his every strike, he gave it his all, as unstoppable as thunder.

Fang Bai’s attacks were swift and fierce. Before the Tianji Sect disciples could react, more than ten of them had already been sent flying by his punches, sustaining heavy injuries and losing their ability to fight.

The rapid and ferocious onslaught from Fang Bai, coupled with the instantaneous heavy injuries of a dozen comrades, shattered the confidence of the other Tianji Sect disciples. Lacking the courage to confront Fang Bai, they fled in all directions like dogs that had lost their homes.

At this moment, the Silverwing Hawk in the sky began to showcase its prowess. With a fierce cry, it rapidly spread its wings, aiming at the fleeing Tianji Sect disciples.

"These Tianji Sect disciples have been stationed here for years, who knows how much cultivation resources they’ve scavenged. This time, it turned out to be a windfall for me."

With Ying Guangping unconscious and the Tianji Sect disciples in retreat, Fang Bai, free from threat, relaxed and walked toward the swamp where Ying Guangping had fallen.

Naturally, Fang Bai was not there to save Ying Guangping.

After reaching Ying’s side, Fang Bai grabbed his collar, dragging him to the seashore, and casually claimed the Spatial Ring on Ying’s finger as his own, then tossed Ying into the sea.

The vast Purgatory Sea, limitless and with high winds and surging waves above, and numerous fearsome beasts below—if the unconscious Ying Guangping was thrown into it, his life would be left to fate.

Fang Bai only cared about how much cultivation resources were stored in Ying Guangping’s Spatial Ring; he couldn’t care less about whether he lived or died.

As for whether Tianji Sect would seek revenge for Ying Guangping’s death, Fang Bai didn’t care about that either.

The Tianji Sect might be powerful, being a first-rate Sect with numerous disciples and a dozen or so Universe Level Experts whose overall strength was daunting, but on the vast Shenwu Continent, Fang Bai was proficient in the art of disguise, perfectly capable of remaining elusive like a Divine Dragon, seen in its harm but not in its tail—how could the Tianji Sect easily find him to take revenge?

"Good heavens, just how many cultivation resources has Ying Guangping plundered!" Fang Bai exclaimed in astonishment when he sent a strand of his Divine Sense into Ying Guangping’s Spatial Ring and saw the mountainous pile of high-rank cultivation resources.

Back in Tiansheng Continent, Fang Bai had once obtained a second-rate Sect’s treasure. Although it was astonishing in quantity, its value paled in comparison to the cultivation resources inside Ying Guangping’s Spatial Ring.

This highlighted just how precious the resources Ying Guangping had plundered were; saying he was rich enough to rival a Sect was no exaggeration.

And the "Sect" mentioned in being "rich enough to rival a Sect" referred to a second-rate Sect.

Overjoyed, Fang Bai pocketed Ying Guangping’s Spatial Ring, then proceeded to other heavily injured Tianji Sect disciples, one by one, and collected their Spatial Rings too.

Even though the cultivation resources in the other Tianji Sect disciples’ Spatial Rings were far less than Ying’s, the cumulative total was not insignificant.

Fang Bai’s own supply of cultivation resources had long been exhausted. The resources he obtained from these Tianji Sect disciples would be enough for him to cultivate for three to five months—how could he not be overjoyed?