Urban Super Medical Sage
Chapter 851 - 846: Sword, Is It Fun? (1 Update)

Chapter 851: Chapter 846: Sword, Is It Fun? (1 Update)

"Young boy Su..." Su Chen’s arrival lightened Huo Shouying’s heart, but at the same time, Su Chen’s words frightened him, too domineering.

The three from the Yu Jianlin are from a First-Rank Power in the Buddha Domain!

And his disciple is also planning to join the Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect.

It’s not good to tear faces like this, extremely bad.

"Jian’er, brew a cup of tea for your senior brother." Su Chen gave his Master Huo Shouying an ’I’ve got this’ look, then walked into the hall, found a chair, sat down, and while doing so, smilingly said to Qing Jian.

"Sure, senior brother." Qing Jian was startled at first, then smiled sweetly. She was more than happy to brew tea for her senior brother, and besides, her senior brother was standing up for her.

Qing Jian gracefully brewed tea for Su Chen. Soon, a cup of tea was ready. She approached Su Chen and said with a soft and sweet voice, "Senior brother, have some tea and see if Jian’er’s skills are any good."

Su Chen took the tea cup, first took a sip, and then raised his head to look at Yu Jianlin, whose face was about to drip with water, his smile deepening by three points: "The tea my junior sister brewed, I, Su Chen, can drink it, but you, you’re not worthy."

Su Chen was unreserved in his attitude.

Treat others as you would like to be treated.

And vice versa.

"Su Chen!!! Do you know what you’re saying? What you’re doing?" Taking a deep breath, Yu Jianlin enunciated each word, the terrifying aura of the Ancestral King Realm Fourth Level washing over Su Chen like layers of surging waves, wave upon wave.

Yet Su Chen remained unmoved.

Playing with aura, heh...

"Su Chen, even if you have some talent for martial cultivation, you are still just a frog at the bottom of the well. Can you even imagine how powerful the Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect is?" Yu Jianlin narrowed his eyes, his gaze filling with killing intent. When had he, Yu Jianlin, ever been humiliated like this?

"Oh." Su Chen casually uttered, his lips curling into a playful smile, "I don’t know how powerful the Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect is, but I do know that you are weak, and that’s sufficient."

"You’re courting death!!!" Upon hearing Su Chen bluntly calling him weak, Yu Jianlin’s mind seemed to be bombarded by a heavy mountain, resounding with a roar.

Abandoning all rationality, he raised his hand, sword cried out, sword drawn.

Whoosh...

A streak of purple Divine Light, as if it burst through the space from Above the Nine Heavens, a sword drawn, the Sword Light intangible and shadowless, striking directly at Su Chen.

The essence of the sword was extremely concentrated and pure. Yu Jianlin had a rather impressive understanding of the Sword Dao. Although he was still far from touching the boundary of the Dao Rhythm, he had already developed his own flavor of the Sword Dao Principle.

The Sword Light danced silently, as if it had completely merged with the air, or as if it had vanished into the space between Void and Real Space.

In one ten-thousandth of a breath, the Sword Light reached in front of Su Chen.

Very strong.

To Huo Shouying and the several Dome Extreme Realm advisors within the great hall, this sword felt supremely strong, as if the Grim Reaper had made a move, leaving no chance for resistance, a kind of deep-seated acceptance of impending death.

Huo Shouying and the others were pale, their minds simply incapable of comprehending how a Martial Cultivator could be so formidable.

Not to mention contending with Yu Jianlin’s sword, even successfully catching it with their eyes, or even faintly sensing the breath of the Sword Light, was impossible.

What’s worse, after Yu Jianlin drew his sword, they felt as though their Divine Souls and Physical Bodies were disconnected, life and death, all in a thought of Yu Jianlin.

You must know, this was when Yu Jianlin’s sword was locked onto Su Chen, not them.

How powerful is Yu Jianlin exactly?

For a moment, the last bit of their rationality had Huo Shouying and the others extremely nervous, fearful, and trembling to the extreme, enduring alongside Su Chen!!! Staring intently! Utterly breathless, dreading the next moment when they might witness Su Chen falling dead.

At that moment.

Su Chen casually slapped his palm down on the table.

With that slap, both he and the chair he was sitting on slightly shook and moved a fraction of an inch.

And by shifting just that tiny bit, Yu Jianlin’s sword light happened to miss him. Avoiding it by any more or any less would not have worked; it was just perfect.

What’s even more terrifying is that under the action of Su Chen’s palm, the table remained intact without shattering, not even budging an inch.

Following that.

Su Chen straightened up, standing, with the Heavy Divine Sword in hand!!!

"Is wielding a sword fun?" Su Chen glanced dismissively at Yu Jianlin, then, under the Three Powers Transformation, his Divine Soul went berserk. It was like a wild storm, with thunder and lightning roaring, Soul Annihilation surged out, causing tremors all around, as a giant head formed of Soul Power opened its mouth wide and let out a thunderous roar, without any pause, it plunged directly into Yu Jianlin’s Soul Sea.

In that instant, Yu Jianlin felt as if his soul were being scorched atop Heavenly Fire, an excruciating pain.

Yu Jianlin subconsciously grabbed his head, wishing he could crush it to pieces.

"Ah ah ah..." Yu Jianlin howled miserably, his face completely hideous and twisted, with even his eyes turning blood red, and veins bulging all over his body.

His entire being was entirely submerged in a world of endless pain, forgetting everything else.

So much so that even when Su Chen moved and stood in front of him, he didn’t notice.

Su Chen raised his sword, placing the edge at Yu Jianlin’s throat.

"You’re even more of a loser than I thought," Su Chen said indifferently. He originally thought that after releasing the Soul Technique, Yu Jianlin would be in pain and lost in confusion, then he would take that moment of opportunity to step forward and finish Yu Jianlin in a second.

But who could have imagined that after the Soul Technique shook into Yu Jianlin’s mind, he lost all capacity to resist, it wasn’t just a moment of confusion—it was continuous!

He was much more useless than imagined.

The cold air of the sword edge wafted at his own throat, and Yu Jianlin finally, amidst excruciating pain, regained some semblance of rational thought. He lifted his head to look at Su Chen.

It was horror, trembling, fear, resentment, and chilling despair...

He stayed silent, but his body was shaking.

He knew if Su Chen wished, a slight twitch of his hand would mean his neck would be broken.

And he could see that Su Chen was bold enough to do it.

Thump, thump, thump...

Yu Jianlin’s heart raced wildly with fear, his heart almost bursting, he couldn’t speak, his legs were giving out, he had never experienced such a life-and-death moment.

He was never a martial cultivator; as the sole grandson of the Great Elder of the Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect, with unimaginable Martial Cultivation Resources, he merely managed to accumulate enough to reach the Fourth Level of the Ancestral King Realm. He had almost never experienced real combat, let alone faced life and death.

Inside the great hall, Huo Shouying and the other attendants were so frightened they almost passed out. They knew Su Chen was strong; they didn’t need to say it, who within the entire Xuanfeng Dynasty didn’t know?