Urban Super Medical Sage
Chapter 839 - 834 Terrifying Strength (3rd Update)

Chapter 839: Chapter 834 Terrifying Strength (3rd Update)

"Dammit!!!" The next moment, Jun Shouteng’s eyes bulged, a stick appearing in his hand—a metal stick, thick and ash-gold in color, a top-level Dao Artifact. Jun Shouteng suddenly jerked his head up, his complexion flushed red, his breath roaring crazily like a furious giant dragon. The entire hall seemed as if it was grasped by a colossal Azure Heaven hand, with the air crackling and whistling as if shattered.

No hesitation.

Jun Shouteng took a step forward.

"Die for me." Jun Shouteng held nothing back, wielding the stick with one hand, he swung it down fiercely, targeting Zhan Qing directly. His Mysterious Qi condensed to essence, vast as the sky. With one sweep, the whole world seemed to shatter into the Void, as if a stick miraculously emerged from eternal chaos, indescribably powerful and immense, filling the heavens and earth with the flow of ash-gold, spreading and overflowing until the hall appeared completely consumed by the force of the stick.

In that moment, surprisingly, Zhan Luo remained unmoved, still smiling as his grandson Zhan Qing faced the terrifying blow of the metal stick.

He did not seem the least bit concerned for Zhan Qing’s safety.

In less than a fraction of a breath later,

Just as the ash-gold metal stick was about to strike his head, suddenly, Zhan Qing’s lips curled into a fierce grin. His demeanor instantly shifted from cold arrogance to a sharpness akin to that of the Ultimate Sword, a sharpness signifying a myriad of murderous intents taking form and spirit.

Zhan Qing’s right hand moved too quickly; no time interval or spatial ripple existed. His hand simply raised, and at that instant, it was clearly shrouded with pure black Mysterious Qi. Layers upon layers of that viscous black Mysterious Qi engulfed Zhan Qing’s right hand entirely, as if it was a black boxing glove.

Then,

Under the shocked gazes of onlookers!

Snap...

A piercing sound.

Accompanied by that piercing noise, visibly to the naked eye, Zhan Qing’s right hand actually grasped Jun Shouteng’s ash-gold metal stick.

The ground beneath Zhan Qing’s feet was dusty, cracked, and torn, yet Zhan Qing remained uninjured, with only a trace of paleness on his face.

Jun Shouteng’s complexion also turned slightly pale.

A battle of equals.

Even more precisely, if Zhan Qing, as the defender, seemed to be matched with Jun Shouteng, the attacker, then Zhan Qing had actually gained a slight upper hand.

Zhan Qing, a tier-one cultivator in the Ancestral King Realm, was slightly outdoing Jun Shouteng, an old powerhouse who was at the second level of the Ancestral King Realm.

Inside the hall, there was dead silence.

Jun Shouteng was stunned.

Jun Shoutian was astounded.

Both Jun Zhi and Jun Pang had their eyes flickering, extremely grave!!!

Jun Luoying was biting her lip, her brows even more tightly knitted.

"Brother Tian, what do you think of Qing’er?" In the deathly silence, Zhan Luo looked toward the still dazed Jun Shoutian and spoke indifferently, his voice unmistakably proud.

Jun Shoutian’s weathered face showed a mix of gloom, wariness, and desolation as he said in a deep voice, "A downright monster."

"So, Brother Tian, when I propose that Luoying marries Qing’er as a concubine, it’s not to insult Luoying, nor is it to humiliate the Spirit Clan. Qing’er, a peerless genius rarely seen in ten thousand years, having him take Luoying as a concubine, is an honor."

Zhan Luo stood up and said loudly, "Brother Tian, you must consider this carefully. After today, the Spirit Clan will never have this opportunity again. Even if Luoying were to marry Qing’er as a concubine, the Zhan Clan and the Spirit Clan would still become in-laws. At the end of the day, it’s the Spirit Clan who stands to gain."

"Big brother, I’m sorry." Jun Shouteng retreated, biting his teeth he said, the most powerful member of the Jun Family, had actually lost to a junior, a mere youth in his twenties.

Although Zhan Qing’s proud and cold demeanor was deeply irritating, making him yearn to kill, he had to admit that Zhan Qing truly was a unique monster!

Such a monster certainly appears only once in ten thousand years.

"It’s not your fault," sighed Jun Shoutian. He glanced at Jun Luoying, who spoke at the same time, "I already have someone I like. Whether as a concubine or a lawful wife, I will not agree. Since we’re here to call off the engagement, let’s call it off."

Jun Luoying’s voice was devoid of any emotion.

But deep inside, she felt indescribably wronged.

Jun Luoying’s pride came from deep within her blood.

She fundamentally looked down on Zhan Qing. Marrying Zhan Qing was impossible to agree to, let alone becoming a concubine. But Zhan Qing indeed had the right to say such things because, setting aside everything else, at this moment, she was indeed inferior to Zhan Qing, far inferior.

Zhan Qing is a strong and monstrous figure, poised to become a major power; he has the right to be so.

As always on the Divine Martial Continent, the strong are respected, strength is always right. If you’re strong, no matter how arrogant you are, others can only suppress their feelings.

"You already have someone you like?" The next moment, Zhan Qing narrowed his eyes, staring at Jun Luoying, and laughed, "Miss Luo Ying, are you speaking carelessly? As far as I know, Miss Luo Ying has always been quite aloof; there shouldn’t be anyone who could catch your eye."

Jun Luoying didn’t make a sound; she didn’t need to explain to Zhan Qing.

"However, even if Miss Luo Ying has someone she likes, Zhan Qing still wants to remind you that in this world, strength is supreme!!! Liking someone doesn’t equate to strength! Does the person you like have the strength of Zhan Qing? The talent for martial cultivation of Zhan Qing? The future of Zhan Qing? The backing of the Sect and the Third Rank Force of Buddha Domain which Zhan Qing is about to join? Do they?! No!"

Zhan Qing’s voice grew louder: "Miss Luo Ying, all dignity, pride, affection, love, etc., in this cruel world where the strong are revered, are luxuries. Miss Luo Ying, you are an adult, and I hope that when you consider these issues, you will think more for your future and the future of the Spirit Clan."

Jun Luoying still didn’t make a sound, but her aversion to Zhan Qing grew stronger.

Su Chen was also arrogant and domineering, but Su Chen’s arrogance and dominance had a sort of indifferent, inherent, and quiet nature to it, making it not unpleasant.

But Zhan Qing’s arrogance, conceit, and pride felt like that of a petty man achieving success, a condescending air that was distressing.

"Right! Miss Luo Ying, speaking impartially, among all the people you’ve met, is there anyone more outstanding than Qing’er?" Zhan Luo also spoke with a smile, "As someone who has been there, your grandpa Zhan Luo is responsible for telling you, it’s better to be one of a hundred women of a strong man than the sole woman of a weakling."

Jun Shoutian opened his mouth, wanting to say something but didn’t.

Truth be told, regardless of other things, just from what Zhan Luo said, ’better to be one of a hundred women of a strong man than the sole woman of a weakling,’ he also agreed.