Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 456: Who Are You?

Chapter 456: Chapter 456: Who Are You?

"They’re coming... Hmm, quite a number of them. Have they emptied their nest?"

Fang Bai’s divine sense spread out at full force, and he could detect movements nearly a kilometer away. From afar, he noticed over a hundred martial artists swiftly approaching; they were the disciples of "Misty Rain Tower" led by Wen Xiangxin.

To Fang Bai, the movement of so many disciples from "Misty Rain Tower" indicated that Wen Xiangxin harbored murderous intentions, aiming to end the lives of both master and disciple at the Western Mountains.

Fang Bai scoffed inwardly; Wen Xiangxin was greatly overestimating the strength of "Misty Rain Tower".

Although "Misty Rain Tower" had the absolute advantage in numbers, aside from Wen Xiangxin and a few profound level martial artists, what difference was there between the rest of the "Misty Rain Tower" disciples and a disorganized mob?

When the hundred-plus martial artists from "Misty Rain Tower" were almost a kilometer away from Feilai Peak, they split into two groups. One, led by Wen Xiangxin, continued to rush towards Feilai Peak, while the others scattered in all directions.

Wen Xiangxin’s intention was to lay down a Heaven’s Net around Feilai Peak, leaving no chance for Fang Bai and Ghost Hand to escape.

Ghost Hand stood up and looked down the mountain path in the direction of Fang Bai’s gaze.

Although Ghost Hand could not yet sense the fluctuations of martial artists, he knew his master Fang Bai was far stronger than him, so he had no doubt about Fang Bai’s words.

The arrival of the "Misty Rain Tower" disciples meant that a great battle was imminent. And his master had said he would watch the battle from the sidelines, leaving him as the main actor.

Remembering the tragic slaughter of his sect, Ghost Hand’s blood began to boil and roar, his fighting spirit rapidly climbing, and his whole being reached its peak state in that moment.

"I’ll take care of those shrimp soldiers and crab generals trying to surround us; leave this area to you! The ’Misty Rain Tower’ disciples who will appear before you later should be the ones who participated in the slaughter of your sect. You don’t have to be merciful towards them!"

As Fang Bai spoke, he stood up, lightly tapped his foot on a stone pillar, and leaped into the air like a swallow. He then proceeded to stride through the air, crossing over a low peak in the distance, and disappeared without a trace.

"Master’s strength is truly unfathomable!"

Ghost Hand watched Fang Bai, who drifted away like a celestial being, with envy and admiration in his gaze. He then straightened his expression and solemnly faced the mountain path ahead.

At that time, he finally sensed a dozen or so martial artist auras rapidly approaching, and all of them were profound level martial artists.

Wen Shiba, who was struggling to move through the snow, had crawled to a distant place and hid behind a rock, poking out half of his head and watching Ghost Hand with terror, fearing that he might suddenly rush over to claim his life.

Ghost Hand scoffed in ridicule; by now, he was too lazy to bother with Wen Shiba, who had already been reduced to a cripple.

Wen Shiba was one of the participants when "Myriad Medicine Valley" was annihilated. Although he only guarded the exit of "Myriad Medicine Valley" to prevent disciples from escaping and did not personally kill anyone, Ghost Hand still did not spare him.

Wen Shiba’s life was spared; however, his meridians and limbs were destroyed by Ghost Hand, condemning him to spend the rest of his life bedridden.

For a martial artist, this was a fate worse than death.

Swoosh—

Swoosh—

Swoosh—

The sounds of clothing ripping through the air followed in quick succession as a dozen white figures appeared in Ghost Hand’s view, instantly arriving in the open area in front of the stone pillars. They were the core disciples of "Misty Rain Tower" led by Wen Xiangxin.

These dozen people, all profound level martial artists, were the central force of "Misty Rain Tower". They, alongside the great Ancient Martial Sects of Qingcheng Temple and Shaolin, had joined forces to annihilate "Myriad Medicine Valley".

"Dad!"

Crumpled behind a distant rock in the snowy ground, Wen Shiba saw Wen Xiangxin standing among a group of men in white and immediately burst into heart-wrenching sobs and wails.

"Eighteen!"

Wen Xiangxin turned his head at the sound and was startled to see his son in such a disheveled state. He leaped over immediately.

"Eighteen, what’s... what happened to you?"

Wen Xiangxin tried to help his son up from the snowy ground, but discovered that his limbs were limp and he couldn’t stand at all. He asked in shock.

"Dad, my meridians... my arms and legs... they’ve been crippled... I’m finished... finished..."

Wen Shiba pressed his head against his father’s legs, crying loudly and smearing his father’s pants with snot and tears.

Wen Xiangxin, upon hearing this, was shaken to his core, standing there dumbfounded.

Wen Shiba was not only his only son but also a Martial Dao genius that the Wen Family hadn’t seen in a hundred years, and the person Wen Xiangxin had in mind to be the next Tower Master of Misty Rain Tower.

One could say that Wen Xiangxin had placed great hopes on his son, hoping that in the near future, Wen Shiba would inherit his cultivation technique, leading the Wen Family and the Misty Rain Tower to rise as the number one Sect in the Secular Ancient Martial World, becoming a presence revered by all.

But now, his son, upon whom he had placed such high hopes, had been crippled, turning all his expectations into nothing more than bubbles. The blow to Wen Xiangxin was undoubtedly enormous.

In an instant, rage flooded Wen Xiangxin, and hate filled the sky.

"Beast! You beast!"

Wen Xiangxin suddenly turned around, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Ghost Hand, pointing at him and bellowing, "I followed your requirements and brought people here on time as agreed, so why did you still harm my son?"

"Why?"

Ghost Hand stood tall, looking down with arrogance, and laughed coldly, "That question, you should ask the spirits of the hundreds from Myriad Medicine Valley!"

"You... who are you?"

Wen Xiangxin’s body trembled, he involuntarily stepped back, staring at Ghost Hand in astonishment.

"Who I am... heh, I am the only disciple who escaped the annihilation of Myriad Medicine Valley! I am also the fish that slipped through the net in the eyes of the three major Sects! Wen Xiangxin, you didn’t expect this, did you?"

Ghost Hand’s voice grew louder, like rolling thunder exploding in the ears of Wen Xiangxin and the others.

"Myriad Medicine Valley had one hundred and eight disciples; on that day, we found only one hundred and seven bodies. So the one who miraculously escaped was you! Very well... very well..."

Wen Xiangxin’s eyes widened as he scrutinized Ghost Hand, and then suddenly burst into long laughter, but within that laughter, there was a strong undertone of hatred and intent to kill.

"On that day, the three major Sects jointly attacked Myriad Medicine Valley, vowing to eradicate every last one, leaving no troubles for the future. But the Shaolin disciples thought we were committing too many killings and stopped halfway, withdrawing. Otherwise, how could you have escaped? Afterwards, Misty Rain Tower and Qingcheng Temple sent disciples to chase after you, the fish that slipped through the net, yet we never managed to catch you. And now, you’ve come right to our doorstep!"

As Wen Xiangxin spoke, his eyes suddenly shot out a fierce light, and he approached Ghost Hand like an unsheathed sharp sword, carrying an aura of unparalleled sharpness, step by step toward the stone pillar where Ghost Hand stood.

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