Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1237: It Woke Up?

Chapter 1237: Chapter 1237: It Woke Up?

"This battle is fraught with peril!"

Facing the enemy surging like a tide, Fang Yun sighed in secret, a trace of sadness crossing her beautiful eyes.

Dragon Maiden, Tang Wenrou, Ye Wumei, Qin Yaorao, and others all had somber expressions on their faces.

In single combat, the strength of Fang Yun and her female companions was superior to that of the Sect Masters of the Lieyang Sect and the other three major sects.

In group battles, if the numbers on both sides were roughly equal, the Huaxia Sect was confident in defeating the opponent.

However, the current situation was such that the Lieyang Sect outnumbered the Huaxia Sect by several times, compensating for their lack of individual strength and forming an overwhelming advantage in overall combat power against the Huaxia Sect.

Thus, in this battle, including Fang Yun herself, the disciples of the Huaxia Sect were aware that the outcome was not optimistic.

Of course, with the strength of Fang Yun, Tang Wenrou, Ye Wumei, Qin Yaorao, and the others, it was possible to fight their way out of the encirclement, but they were not heartless and ungrateful. How could they abandon the thousands of disciples of the Huaxia Sect?

"The enemy is strong, and the situation is dire! Xiao Yun, Wen Rou, Wumei, Yaorao, take Xiao Lian and go first!"

"Our lives are not precious, but you few, with your outstanding talents and gifts, are destined to achieve extraordinary things in the Martial Dao; you must not fall here easily!"

"As long as the green hills remain, there will be no lack of firewood! After you escape, if you can find Fang Bai, remember to have him avenge us!"

"Go! Go quickly!"

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Seeing that the thousands of disciples from the Lieyang Sect and the other three major sects were about to charge in, the disciples of the Huaxia Sect were all urgently advising Fang Yun and the others to leave.

Fang Yun pursed her lips tightly, shook her head forcefully, and said with a determined tone: "As the Sect Master, it is my duty to protect all of you, I will not leave first!"

Tang Wenrou shouted loudly, "Everyone stop persuading! The Huaxia Sect is a whole, and the disciples are equal, brothers and sisters to one another, no one will abandon anyone!"

Ye Wumei nodded vigorously, "If we go, we go together! If we stay, we stay together!"

Qin Yaorao, with her long sword in hand, leapt onto a towering boulder, her fighting spirit soaring, and declared in a tender voice: "Though the enemy is numerous, if we unite and fight as one, it is yet to be decided whose deer will be killed!"

The thousand plus disciples of the Huaxia Sect, looking at Qin Yaorao standing on the boulder with her sword at her chest, were all boiling with blood, and shouted in unison: "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Then let’s fight!"

Fang Yun gritted her teeth and said to Tang Wenrou and the other two women: "Capture the king first. Let’s find an opportunity for the four of us to join forces and try to kill the four Sect Masters of the enemy!"

The three women, Tang Wenrou, looked at each other, nodded in unison, each brandishing their Spiritual Artifacts, as if telepathically, they launched an attack simultaneously towards Wu Qitian, the Sect Master of the Lieyang Sect, and the other three major sects’ Sect Masters.

Tang Wenrou and the other two understood Fang Yun’s intent. The four of them were stronger than the enemy’s four Sect Masters in combat power. If they could join forces to kill them, it would greatly inspire the disciples of the Huaxia Sect, and deal a severe blow to the thousands of disciples from the four major sects, possibly causing them to scatter and flee.

Within a thousand miles around this great lake, there were only a few third-rank sects including the Huaxia Sect and the Lieyang Sect. This time, the Lieyang Sect had gathered the other third-rank sects to attack, intending to annex the Huaxia Sect and divide its interests.

Therefore, if the Huaxia Sect can win this battle, it will naturally become the strongest sect within a thousand miles.

By then, more martial artists will flock to join the Huaxia Sect, and its overall strength will rapidly increase.

However, Fang Yun, Tang Wenrou, and other women knew that this was the best possible outcome of the battle.

Should they fail to kill Wu Qitian, they would be besieged by martial artists from the four major sects like a tide, and even if they could make their opponents pay a heavy price with their far superior strength, if they failed to break out, they would most likely exhaust their True Yuan, with unforeseeable consequences.

Given the nature of women like Fang Yun, they would never abandon the other members of the Huaxia Sect to escape alone; they had already decided in their hearts that if the battle went badly, they would go to their deaths together with all the disciples of the Huaxia Sect.

The four women moved like lightning, in an instant they had charged into the midst of thousands of martial artists, their Spiritual Artifacts swinging and summoning a mist of blood, reaping lives one after another.

On the surface, the four women all appeared to be delicate and frail, but after struggling and suffering through hardships, bloodshed, and slaughter since entering the True Martial Realm, over a year of tempering had hardened their hearts into iron, showing no mercy as they killed.

The four women, like lionesses charging into a flock of sheep, wielded their Spiritual Artifacts with no equal in sight, and amidst the wails and screams, martial artists continually fell at their feet, the scent of blood permeating the air.

"Kill! Kill them!"

Wu Qitian saw Fang Yun and the three other women charging towards him, seemingly anticipating their intentions, while retreating, he hoarsely ordered the other martial artists around him to attack the four women in waves, his expression tinged with excitement.

Previously, through the infiltration of siblings Hou Zhen and Hou Bao into the Huaxia Sect, Wu Qitian had gained a comprehensive understanding of the strengths of the Huaxia Sect’s higher-ups like Fang Yun, and he knew that his own side, despite its numbers, wouldn’t be able to kill the women in a short amount of time.

Wu Qitian planned on using the war of attrition, to first greatly deplete the True Yuan of women like Fang Yun, and when they were nearly exhausted, he and the Sect Masters of the other three major sects would join forces to capture them alive.

At that time, not only would the Sect Masters of the four major sects each gain a highly talented and stunningly beautiful woman for dual cultivation, but they could also divide the Huaxia Sect’s Cultivation Resources and eliminate a strong competitor.

Wu Qitian, standing on the periphery of the dense crowd, looked at Fang Yun and the three other women who were fighting valiantly amidst the hundreds of martial artists, his eyes radiating with a greedy gleam.

The stunning beauty, graceful figures, and ethereal temperament of the four women made Wu Qitian’s heart itch with desire, wishing he could immediately pounce on them and openly practice dual cultivation on the ground.

More than a thousand Huaxia Sect disciples also clashed with several thousands of martial artists from the Lieyang Sect and the other three major sects.

If the Huaxia Sect disciples were a small wave, then the martial artists from the Lieyang Sect and the other major sects were a tidal wave. When the two waves collided, the larger wave instantly engulfed the smaller one.

In terms of individual fight power, the Huaxia Sect disciples were not inferior to those from Lieyang Sect and the other three major sects, but they were outnumbered.

Disciples from the Lieyang Sect and the other sects were attacking the Huaxia Sect disciples in groups of four or even five to one; under such circumstances, the Huaxia Sect disciples quickly fell, suffering heavy casualties.

Fang Yun and the other three women watched with wide eyes as one after another, Huaxia Sect disciples fell into pools of blood, while they themselves were mired in the attacks of hundreds, even thousands, unable to save them, their eyes blurring with tears of anger and desperation.

The four women knew that if things continued like this, it wouldn’t be long before all the other disciples of the Huaxia Sect would suffer casualties, leaving the Huaxia Sect in name only.

Just as the four women were preparing to unleash their body’s potential and fight their opponents at all costs, a long howl suddenly resounded from a distant house, piercing the sky.

"Is it the Lightning Mink? Has it woken up?"

On hearing this, Fang Yun and the other three women looked in that direction, their expressions revealing a glimmer of surprise and joy.