Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 563 - 563 563 Return of a Thousand Swords

563: Chapter 563: Return of a Thousand Swords 563: Chapter 563: Return of a Thousand Swords Moreover, the old man’s cultivation had already reached the heavenly realm, which was the first time Qin Han had encountered a strong practitioner of such caliber.

Inevitably, he felt a thrill of hunter’s excitement.

He was very eager to see just how far a true heavenly realm expert could go.

In his previous life, Qin Han’s cultivation had stagnated upon reaching the pinnacle of martial arts.

While he could contend with masters of the earthly realm, he was merely an ant in the eyes of those in the heavenly realm.

However, in his previous life, Qin Han had never seen the heavenly realm.

In this life, Qin Han remained a master of the heavenly realm, and he was naturally excited to meet a practitioner of the same level.

Moreover, simply slaying the ten Yama Kings and the four Heavenly Kings of the Gate of Life and Death was probably not enough to make his name resound throughout the world.

Thus, he decided to achieve a victory so decisive that no one would dare to oppose him.

Looking at the Heaven Cripple Elder across from him, a flash of murderous intent passed through Qin Han’s eyes, causing the Heaven Cripple Elder’s eyes to narrow.

“Sword’s Return to the Source!” Qin Han uttered softly.

Previously, he had only used Sword Intent with ordinary techniques.

However, now facing a strong practitioner of the heavenly realm, Qin Han began to take things seriously for a rarity.

His first attack was the Sword’s Return to the Source.

The Heaven Cripple Elder’s eyes grew sharp.

An unparalleled radiance of sword energy swept through heaven and earth, enveloping him.

After one sword strike, an arm was left behind, but the Heaven Cripple Elder had vanished without a trace.

Qin Han frowned, feeling unfulfilled, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

His white garments were once again stained with blood.

“Indeed, this caliber of old fellow isn’t easily taken down,” Qin Han mused to himself.

This time, having failed to take his opponent’s life, Qin Han couldn’t help but feel regret.

The next moment, Qin Han’s gaze swept slowly over those present as he coldly said, “Does anyone else seek to battle?”

Everyone fell silent, fearing to provoke a man who seemed divine.

Under Qin Han’s scrutiny, the spectators retreated like a tide.

Even the Heaven Cripple Elder had fled wounded, and no one wanted to be targeted by this man.

“Truly unmatched under the heavens!” Madam Zhuyan exclaimed.

The crowd had been skeptical of Qin Han challenging the Heaven Cripple Elder after slaying the ten Yama Kings and the four Heavenly Kings.

They thought Qin Han was either mad or arrogant.

Taking on three successive batches of higher-than-earthly-realm experts in one day was sheer fantasy!

But at that moment, they felt they had grossly underestimated him.

Most importantly, it seemed that the man still had the strength to fight another battle!

“From now on, let no one else speak of being the number one under the heavens,” Qin Mingyue said to Madam Zhuyan, shaking her head with a sigh before turning and walking away with her sword.

Even though the green ancient sword at her back was clamoring, Qin Mingyue had no desire to respond.

Firstly, she, Qin Mingyue, disdained to take advantage of another who was weak.

Secondly, even if the man was injured, Qin Mingyue admitted to herself she still had no confidence in defeating him.

After Qin Mingyue left, Madam Zhuyan deeply gazed at the man in white who had left a profound impression on her heart, sighing softly before she too turned and left.

With everyone gone, Qin Han tossed the ancient longsword toward Zhong Yuanliang who was standing behind him, sheathing it as he coughed lightly, his face slightly pale.

This battle had seemed effortless but was in fact extremely perilous; he had underestimated the gap within the heavenly realm!

“You’ve just broken through to the earthly realm; you still need to take time to settle and comprehend this level thoroughly,” Qin Han remarked to Dugu Wushang, who was eager to come forward, waving his hand dismissively.

“Yes,” Dugu Wushang replied respectfully, nodding.

He had a multitude of thoughts and emotions, but they were all bottlenecked in his throat, unable to be voiced.

The figure slowly walked into the darkness, seeming a bit more weary than usual.

“Husband!” A delicate cry came, as Song Yuwei ran to Qin Han’s side and hugged him tightly, her eyes slightly moist.

The aloof loneliness that hung around Qin Han stirred a deep ache in her heart.

Looking at Song Yuwei’s reddened eyes, a smile formed on Qin Han’s lips as he said, “I’m fine, don’t let others see and laugh.”

“Husband, why provoke the crippled old man when the battle has clearly ended?” Song Yuwei looked at Qin Han with worry in her beautiful eyes, speaking with a hint of gentle reproach in her tone.

She was not afraid of Qin Han making enemies; she was afraid that it would wear him out, and any internal injuries that affected him later would be an immense regret.

“He had the intent to kill me,” Qin Han said lightly, looking at the lovely person before him.

Hearing this, Song Yuwei’s eyes shifted to Dugu Wushang and Zhong Yuanliang beside her, and with a frown, she said, “He’s already injured; you two won’t have any problems, will you?”

“Understood!” Hearing this, Dugu Wushang and Zhong Yuanliang exchanged glances, realizing their lady was intent on a killing, and immediately responded.

Then both of their figures vanished into the darkness.

Dugu Wushang even ignored the need to stabilize his own realm, with only one thought in his mind: to kill the crippled old man!

Xue Yi, on the other hand, gestured with a sweep of his hand and walked straight into the darkness, with the Blood Guards tightly following behind.

They disappeared into the night, heading in the direction where the crippled old man had vanished.

Qin Han looked surprised at the icy Song Yuwei before him, his face showing a remarkable expression.

Seeing Qin Han look at her, Song Yuwei’s expression softened to one of heartache, and she said softly, “Eliminate all threats in their cradle.”

Her voice was gentle, yet the tone was ice-cold.

Qin Han sighed inwardly, seeing that Song Yuwei truly felt for him on this day.

That such a kind-hearted person as Song Yuwei could contemplate killing indicated the gravity of the situation.

However, Qin Han did not hold out much hope for Dugu Wushang and the others.

It was doubtful whether they could actually kill the crippled old man, who after all was at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Realm; even with one arm lost and weakened, he remained in the Heavenly Realm.

What Qin Han did not know was that Song Yuwei’s perspective on the world had changed at that moment.

Having gone through the recent events, Song Yuwei realized that mere concession was useless in this world; if you were not assertive, everyone would think you easy to bully.

Take Qin Han for example, he has always been tolerating these people, but what about them?

They would still come looking for trouble, whether it be challenging him or coveting the medicinal formula in Qin Han’s possession.

Although she had not said it before, Song Yuwei did not fully understand some of Qin Han’s actions and even thought him to be somewhat cruel at times.

But today, Song Yuwei had completely changed her mind.

She now realized how foolish her previous thoughts were.

If Song Yuzhe were to plot against her again, Song Yuwei was sure she would show no mercy this time.

Looking at Qin Han’s somewhat pale face, Song Yuwei felt a twinge of heartache, her eyes brimming with tears as she helped him walk toward the medical clinic.

Qin Han stroked Song Yuwei’s back and said softly, “I’m really fine!” As he spoke, he tried to withdraw his hand from Song Yuwei’s shoulder, but she stubbornly refused to let go.

At this moment, Song Yuwei would not believe anything Qin Han said.

This man always had a habit of hiding worries and sharing only the good news.

Despite being injured, he would pretend as if nothing was amiss, all just to keep her from worrying.

His return to her was a manifestation of his care, but she too wanted to care for him.

The image of Qin Han’s lonely figure just now was etched in Song Yuwei’s mind, refusing to fade.

This man had too much to bear.

Back then in the crowd, Song Yuwei had heard how Qin Han almost confronted the entire Gate of Life and Death alone.

Although the Lord of the Gate of Life and Death had not appeared, the crippled old man was almost on par with that mysterious lord.

And Qin Han was alone!