Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 475: A Battle to Decide Life and Death!

Chapter 475: Chapter 475: A Battle to Decide Life and Death!

"Why not?"

Ghost Hand took a step forward, slowly advancing towards Qingxuan, his fighting intent and killing Qi escalating with each step, like a tidal wave crashing towards Taoist Qingxuan.

When Ghost Hand was at the initial stage of the Profound Level, he had already managed to kill the Misty Rain Tower’s Master Wen Xiangxin, a high-ranked Profound Level Martial Artist. Now that his strength had increased by a small realm, he naturally feared not even the Profound Level Expert, Taoist Qingxuan, and even felt confident in emerging victorious from such a battle.

"Today, I only kill Profound Level Martial Artists. All unrelated disciples from Qingcheng Temple, roll away now!"

Ghost Hand uttered each word with a chilling coldness in his voice.

"Go! All unrelated, leave! Qingcheng Temple needs to preserve some Essence Energy... Disperse now!"

Taoist Qingxuan looked around at the Qingcheng Temple disciples and said in a stern voice.

The Qingcheng Temple disciples who were not Profound Level Martial Artists, feeling relieved at these words, exchanged glances before many started to leave.

However, some Qingcheng Temple disciples with backbone chose to stay, indicating they would live and die with Qingcheng Temple, but they were heartlessly driven away by Taoist Qingxuan.

After a moment, on the vast empty ground, only Fang Bai, Ghost Hand, Wu De, and the twenty-six disciples who had gathered around Qingxuan remained.

In the initial attack on Myriad Medicine Valley, Qingcheng Temple had twenty-eight participants in total. Among them, Qingling and Qingxuan were only responsible for commanding while the actual killing was done by twenty-six disciples of Qingcheng Temple.

Even though Taoist Qingxuan did not kill anyone with his own hands, Ghost Hand did not plan to let him go, for it was these two persons, Qingling and Qingxuan, who had coveted the Heaven Rank Martial Artist’s relics obtained by Ghost Hand, leading to the joint massacre of Myriad Medicine Valley’s disciples by the three Sects.

It could be said that the two main figures of Qingcheng Temple, Taoist Qingling and Taoist Qingxuan, had committed greater sins than the twenty-six disciples under their command.

"Will you end it yourselves, or shall I do it?"

Ghost Hand clenched his fists tightly, scanning the twenty-seven Qingcheng Temple disciples, including Taoist Qingling, who were confronting him, with flames seemingly burning fiercely in his eyes.

His fighting intent had reached its peak, and once the battle began, it would pour out wildly with his fists!

Fang Bai and Wu De slowly stepped back, leaving the space to Ghost Hand.

With only twenty-seven Qingcheng Temple disciples present, all of whom were Profound Level Martial Artists but with the exception of Taoist Qingxuan only at the initial stage, Ghost Hand no longer regarded them as a threat.

Furthermore, the twenty-seven Qingcheng Temple disciples could no longer form the Eight Trigrams Sword Formation. In such a situation, unless they surged forward and encircled Ghost Hand, they could pose no threat to him.

With Fang Bai and Wu De, two strong figures, watching the battle, how could the Qingcheng Temple disciples have the chance to collectively attack?

The twenty or so Qingcheng Temple disciples on the scene also knew it was a moment of life and death. With swords in hand, their emotions were stirred, ready to cast aside all concerns and join forces to fight Ghost Hand to the death.

"Let’s decide life and death with one battle!"

At this point, Taoist Qingxuan unexpectedly calmed down. He looked gravely at Ghost Hand and said in a deep voice, "How about you and I fight one-on-one? If I win, we will handle our end ourselves. If you lose..."

"If I lose, I will leave immediately and from then on, never again trouble the disciples of Qingcheng Temple," Ghost Hand interrupted, his expression filled with pride.

"Good! It’s a deal!"

Taoist Qingxuan turned around and said to the twenty-six Profound Level disciples of Qingcheng Temple: "This battle is a matter of life and death for all of us. If I win, you all live; if I lose, you all die! If anyone doesn’t want to put their life in my hands, they can step forward now! You may fight individually later!"

After he finished speaking, not a single disciple of Qingcheng Temple stepped forward, nor did anyone speak up.

Taoist Qingxuan was a Martial Artist who had reached the realm of Profound Level Perfection, his strength only slightly inferior to Temple Master Taoist Qingling. If even he was defeated, then the others would stand even less of a chance.

Some disciples of Qingcheng Temple still harbored fantasies, thinking that even if Taoist Qingxuan were to lose, everyone could band together in a desperate struggle, and there might still be a chance to slay the three adversaries.

For now, they would place their lives in the hands of Taoist Qingxuan!

Seeing no one dissent, Taoist Qingxuan nodded his head and faced Ghost Hand once again.

For Taoist Qingxuan, this battle was one he had to win, even if it cost him his life. Otherwise, the entire Qingcheng Temple’s Profound Level experts would be annihilated, and the consequence would be the decline of Qingcheng Temple, which had flourished for a thousand years.

"Come then! Let me, Qingxuan, on behalf of the hundreds of disciples of Qingcheng Temple, experience your grand skill!" he said.

The sorrowful and gloomy look on Taoist Qingxuan’s face disappeared, replaced by a firm resolve to meet death.

He waved his horsetail whisk, and his robe moved without any wind, his long beard fluttering. He exuded an imposing air without being angry.

The might of a Martial Artist at Profound Level Perfection was fully displayed in this moment, with no reservations.

Although Ghost Hand had recently advanced in rank and his strength had increased significantly, he dared not underestimate Elder Taoist Qingxuan, who was at Profound Level Perfection and ready to stake his life.

Taking a deep breath, Ghost Hand circulated the "Buddha’s Fury Golden Staff Technique" Cultivation Technique. His True Essence circulated wildly within his body, and then his figure shot out like an arrow released from its bow, charging straight towards Elder Taoist Qingxuan.

"Well done!" Taoist Qingxuan roared as he swung his horsetail whisk fiercely towards Ghost Hand, who was charging at him.

The thousands of soft and flexible strands of the whisk, once infused with True Essence by Taoist Qingxuan, stood on end, as firm as steel. If Ghost Hand’s vulnerable face were struck, it would certainly be completely destroyed.

Ghost Hand’s eyes shot out beams of light as he let out a cold snort. He spread the fingers of his left hand and reached out to grab the whisk Taoist Qingxuan was sweeping towards him.

Seeing Ghost Hand intending to grab the whisk that was infused with True Essence by Taoist Qingxuan, which was even sharper than swords, the disciples of Qingcheng Temple who were watching the battle immediately thought "overestimating oneself," and their spirits were greatly buoyed.

If Ghost Hand’s hand were to be destroyed, his combat power would naturally decline, and the chances of Taoist Qingxuan winning would then increase, meaning they would have a greater chance of preserving their own lives.

Fang Bai and Wu De stood side by side at a leisurely distance, not worried in the slightest for Ghost Hand.

In Wu De’s view, Ghost Hand had the ability to challenge those beyond his level and could fight an Earth Rank Martial Artist, so facing an old Taoist at Profound Level Perfection was no pressure at all.

In Fang Bai’s eyes, Ghost Hand’s palm, which was condensed with Golden Attribute True Essence, was comparable to an iron hand, which even swords found difficult to damage, let alone a mere horsetail whisk?

"Sever!" Ghost Hand’s right hand moved as fast as lightning and accurately caught the whisk that Elder Taoist Qingxuan had swung, and without giving Elder Taoist Qingxuan time to react, he roared and unleashed the force of True Essence from his fingers, shattering the whisk.

This horsetail whisk was an extremely fierce weapon in the hands of Elder Taoist Qingxuan and had caused many opponents to suffer greatly; it was completely unexpected that it would be broken by Ghost Hand in their first exchange.

Elder Taoist Qingxuan was shocked and immediately retreated several meters. He kicked up a longsword from the ground, leaped a zhang into the air, with his sword pointing downward, he slashed down towards Ghost Hand.

This sword carried with it an upright and majestic power, and it emanated a vast righteousness. The sword emitted faint chants as if a true immortal who had attained the Dao was reciting a scripture, intending to subdue demons and vanquish evil.

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