Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1240: Pursuit and Kill

Chapter 1240: Chapter 1240: Pursuit and Kill

The Lightning Marten, heavy as a weight, tipped the scales of victory instantly in Huaxia Sect’s favor with its sudden appearance.

This was something no one had anticipated before.

Disciples of the Huaxia Sect, their morale dramatically uplifted in this dire situation, went all out in pursuit of the fleeing Martial Artists of Lieyang Sect, swearing to avenge their fallen comrades.

The Martial Artists of Lieyang Sect, on the other hand, were like dogs that had lost their homes, completely disheartened and desperately fleeing, each wishing they could grow extra legs.

"How dare they treat our Huaxia Sect so lightly? To come and go as they please?"

Tang Wenrou watched the scattering Lieyang Sect Martial Artists with a frosty expression and eyes filled with chill. Her angry shout was followed by a twist of her delicate body, as she set off with a group of Huaxia Sect disciples to pursue the enemy.

Although the arrival of the Lightning Marten had reversed the outcome of the battle, the Huaxia Sect had paid a heavy price. With Tang Wenrou’s hatred for evil and her desire for revenge, how could she let the enemy go without exacting a tenfold or hundredfold repayment?

"Wumei, Yaorao, stay behind to handle the aftermath. Everyone else follows me in pursuit!"

Fang Yun turned her head and instructed Ye Wumei and Qin Yaorao, then, with a hostile air, she said to the hundreds of Huaxia Sect disciples around her, "Catch up with the enemy, kill everyone you see; we will accept no surrenders!"

As the Sect Master, seeing the heavy casualties and unprecedented losses among her Sect’s disciples filled Fang Yun with even greater pain and anger than Tang Wenrou. After leaving a message with Qin Yaorao, she followed Tang Wenrou and other Huaxia Sect disciples, putting all her energy into the chase.

"Fang Bai asked us to be kind to the Lightning Marten, saying that one day it might bring us unexpected benefits! He really hit the nail on the head!"

Watching the swiftly departing silhouettes of Tang Wenrou, Fang Yun, and others, and then glancing in the direction where the Lightning Marten had already disappeared, Ye Wumei’s beautiful eyes sparkled with admiration as she spoke excitedly.

Qin Yaorao nodded deeply, in agreement, "Indeed! Fang Bai has a discerning eye; he saw the extraordinary nature of the Lightning Marten early on and thus instructed us to treat it kindly. As the saying goes, sow good deeds and reap good rewards; without the Lightning Marten, perhaps our Huaxia Sect would have faced a dire calamity this time!"

She finished speaking and looked around at the wounded and dead Huaxia Sect disciples, her eyes welling with tears and lamenting, "Our Huaxia Sect didn’t have many disciples to begin with, and now we’ve suffered such heavy casualties, greatly damaging our Essence Energy. Recovery will take a long time..."

Ye Wumei was more optimistic, patting Qin Yaorao’s shoulder in comfort, "Before coming to the True Martial Realm, Fang Bai had said that this is a world where the strong prey on the weak, where strength is revered, and the law of the jungle prevails. The fall of Martial Artists is a common occurrence, so it’s best to get used to it!"

Qin Yaorao responded, "Though that is true... seeing those who were alive and well not long ago become cold corpses still pains my heart..."

Ye Wumei knew Qin Yaorao’s gentle nature and sentimental character, so she steered the conversation elsewhere, "It’s ok, Sister Yaorao, rather than being overwhelmed by sorrow, we should hurry to save the injured. Every life we save counts!"

"Right! Right! Saving lives is urgent!"

Prompted by these words, Qin Yaorao immediately snapped out of her sorrowful state and, along with other Huaxia Sect disciples staying behind, started to tend to the wounded.

Of course, they only attended to Huaxia Sect’s disciples. As for the wounded from Lieyang Sect, they would deal a final punch or stroke with a sword or knife, hastening their departure from this world. Even the normally soft-hearted Qin Yaorao showed no mercy.

Today’s battle had made Lieyang Sect and the other three major Sects irreconcilable enemies with Huaxia Sect; there was no room for compromise. Qin Yaorao understood that showing mercy to the enemy equaled brutality towards her own people, so she felt no psychological burden when killing.

While Ye Wumei and Qin Yaorao stayed behind to save others, Huaxia Sect disciples like Fang Yun and Tang Wenrou were taking pleasure in slaughtering the fleeing disciples of the Lieyang Sect.

The martial artists from the Lieyang Sect had been scared witless by the Lightning Mink and only wished to escape as quickly as possible, to get as far from that not-so-large but extremely ferocious Spirit Beast as they could.

What greatly relieved the majority of the Lieyang Sect and the other three major Sect disciples was that, after the Lightning Mink caught up with them, it did not proceed to kill them. Instead, it dashed past them like a bolt of lightning, chasing after Wu Qitian and the other Sect Masters from the four major Sects.

As the fleeing disciples from the Lieyang Sect and the other three major Sects breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they had escaped with their lives, Fang Yun, Tang Wenrou, and other Huaxia Sect disciples arrived and began their merciless slaughter.

The disciples from the Lieyang Sect and the other three major Sects had no will to fight; they only wanted to escape as fast as they could.

The Huaxia Sect, on the other hand, came with a heart full of hatred, with soaring battle intent and high spirits.

As a result, the numerically disadvantaged Huaxia Sect was like chopping vegetables as they culled the numerically superior disciples from the Lieyang Sect and the other three major Sects.

The Lightning Mink, having dashed past the disciples of the Lieyang Sect and the three major Sects, chased after Wu Qitian and other Sect Masters of the four major Sects.

The Lightning Mink had already developed human-like intelligence, and if it could speak at that moment, it would most want to say: "I, Master Mink, am the protector of the Huaxia Sect. These ant-like martial artists dare to attack the Huaxia Sect; they are essentially slapping me, Master Mink, in the face! They must not allow those four Sect Masters to escape. Only by killing them can I, Master Mink, soothe the hatred in my heart!"

Wu Qitian and the other Sect Masters might be high and mighty within their own Sects, commanding wind and rain, unparalleled in their world, but in front of the Lightning Mink, they were viewed as nothing more than ants.

Although Wu Qitian and the other three exerted their full strength to flee first, the Lightning Mink caught up with them in just a dozen or so breaths.

"Split up and escape!"

Sensing the imminent danger behind him, Wu Qitian immediately shouted, at the same time veering his body toward a slope to the left front.

The other three Sect Masters also dispersed, each escaping in different directions.

In this way, even though the Lightning Mink was formidable, it could not be in more than one place at once, and among the four of them, there was bound to be one who could escape.

"Crafty human martial artists!"

The Lightning Mink cursed inwardly. Although it was infuriated, it was truly helpless and could only focus on chasing after the Sect Master heading straight ahead.

The Sect Master being chased had been persuaded by Wu Qitian to come, originally intending to join forces with the Lieyang Sect and the three other major Sects to wipe out the Huaxia Sect and then share in the spoils. However, he never expected the outcome to turn out like this.

"Don’t kill me!"

The Sect Master had fled several hundred meters when he felt a swift wind and Essence Energy surging from behind. Turning his head, he saw the figure of the Lightning Mink rapidly enlarging before his eyes. It had already pounced above his head, its life-snatching claws were within a hair’s breadth, and knowing escape was impossible, his scared soul nearly left his body, and he let out a horrified scream.

That Sect Master was just a third-grade Sect Master, with a cultivation level of only Vast Level Perfection. Faced with the attack of the Lightning Mink, he had no power to dodge or resist. In utter despair, his neck was sliced open by the Lightning Mink’s sharp claws. His head flew off, blood spurted out, his body fell to the ground, and thus he perished.