Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1571 - 1567: Eat Him! Leave No Survivors! (Four updates)

Chapter 1571: Chapter 1567: Eat Him! Leave No Survivors! (Four updates)

As Qian Daolin panicked, Ren Feifan quickly grabbed the Ancient Dust Sword embedded in the ground and his figure disappeared abruptly, thrusting the sword towards Qian Daolin’s body!

This sword strike aimed for his life!

Despite the huge gap in their realms, Ren Feifan knew he had to make the first move—and he had to fight with all his might!

Otherwise, both he and Zheng Xipo would be left behind in this place!

Qian Daolin, staring at the whistling shadow of the sword, dared not take it lightly anymore. He drew his Soft Sword, flicking the blade as if a cold wind howled, and directly chopped at the blade of the Ancient Dust Sword!

Ren Feifan only felt a massive force transmitting through his arm, nearly numbing it! The Ancient Dust Sword broke free from his grip and shot outward!

"Ding!" The Ancient Dust Sword fell to the ground, causing the earth to crack open in all directions.

Qian Daolin’s eyes narrowed as he stared intently at the Black Sword sticking out of the ground.

The Black Sword emitted a hint of ancient aura.

He naturally recognized the extraordinary nature of the sword on the ground! At least a grade five or higher!

"Perfect, I’ve used my Soft Sword for too long. From now on, I will use this Black Sword! Today, I will consecrate my new sword with your blood!"

Qian Daolin stepped forward, directly over the Ancient Dust Sword, and grabbed the hilt of the sword, his smile even broader.

Just as he was about to lift the sword, a strong sense of downward force overwhelmed him!

"Hiss! Such a heavy sword!"

Qian Daolin exclaimed, but he couldn’t believe this oddity; could his strength really not secure the sword?

He used both hands to grasp the hilt! Yet, the result was the same, he could barely lift it, let alone wield it in combat!

"Huh? Why is this sword so strange? Why can this lad lift it so effortlessly, but lifting it feels like a thousand catties when I do?"

He certainly didn’t think his strength was inferior to that lad’s!

Just as he was about to try gathering his Spiritual Energy in the sword, a cold voice rang out: "Have you held my sword long enough? Shall I give it a try?"

Ren Feifan roared angrily and immediately reached out, shouting, "Sword, come!"

The next second, Qian Daolin felt a great force between his hands, nearly pulling him off the ground!

"Swoosh!" The thousand-catty Black Sword in Qian Daolin’s hands broke free and flew out, landing steadily in Ren Feifan’s palm.

Ren Feifan reached out and touched the Ancient Dust Sword, his eyes suddenly turning cold, his Tattoos power surging rapidly, sending violent strength spreading from the palm of his hand!

"Hey, you are unworthy of holding my sword. Are you ready for what’s next?"

The voice was soft and slow.

For some reason, Qian Daolin, who had originally held the upper hand, felt something was amiss.

Suddenly.

Ren Feifan moved!

He turned the Ancient Dust Sword in his hand, naturally letting the blade tip drop to the ground, simultaneously causing the ground around to crack!

In the blink of an eye, Ren Feifan, dragging the Ancient Dust Sword, landed in front of Qian Daolin, the distance between them only an inch!

Qian Daolin looked at Ren Feifan so close, his eyes widened as he felt his opponent’s chilly breath!

Swoosh!

The Ancient Dust Sword in Ren Feifan’s hand vanished in that instant—"swoosh!"—but instead, it shot up from the ground!

Ren Feifan, holding the Black Sword, was extremely fast, unleashing waves of Sword Intent!

Whether it was ten strikes, a hundred, or a thousand, no one could count clearly!

Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes!

And the Sword Intent burst out from Ren Feifan’s body, instantly penetrating all the vital points on Qian Daolin’s body...

"What... what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Qian Daolin’s heart skipped a beat upon witnessing this scene!

The true strength of this youth is definitely not from the Wanxiang Realm! He is above the Transcendence Realm! This strike could even match the peak of the Transcendence Realm, or even the Life Loss Realm!

He dared not underestimate him any longer, the Soft Sword danced in front of him, confronting that dazzling Sword Intent!

Although this strike is strong, thinking about moving me is simply impossible!

The gap between the two realms is far too vast!

In the blink of an eye, a golden light burst from his Soft Sword, radiantly bright, nearly obscuring everyone else’s vision.

Just as the golden light shot towards Ren Feifan, Ren Feifan suddenly smiled.

That smile brought a sense of unease to Qian Daolin!

He himself didn’t know why he would feel uneasy because of a Wanxiang Realm ant!

"Roar!"

In an instant, a roar of a Giant Tiger erupted from behind him, carrying a heavy oppression that startled Qian Daolin’s mind!

"Not good! Danger!"

He sensed an overwhelming force from behind, which chilled him to the bone!

But it was too late for him to change; he could only twist his body, trying to dodge the damage from the Giant Tiger behind him while his sword slashed across Ren Feifan’s waist!

In any case, kill this youth first to avoid future troubles!

"Bang!"

Ren Feifan’s multitude of sword shadows shattered, and a streak of golden light even penetrated his body; the disparity between their realms was too great, he couldn’t resist at all!

"Bang!"

Ren Feifan’s body heavily smashed into the ground, creating a huge crater!

He felt that all his bones were damaged; if it were an ordinary person, they’d be dead, but fortunately, Ren Feifan had the Bloodline of the Wind and Thunder Beast, slowly recovering in the crater!

At the same time, the Bloodline Giant Tiger’s paw hit Qian Daolin’s back!

Sharp claws left a deep bloody mark, almost mangled flesh and blood!

The Giant Tiger possesses both Ancient Divine Dragon Bloodline and Divine Tiger Bloodline, not just anyone can withstand such a palm!

"Bang!"

Qian Daolin’s face turned pale, and the outcome was simple—he too was struck into the ground by the Giant Tiger, forming another crater!

Adjacent to Ren Feifan’s crater, just a meter apart!

Both suffered injuries!

However, in reality, Qian Daolin lost, given the great disparity between their realms!

Blood spilled from Qian Daolin’s mouth, even staining a massive rock near the crater red.

Although the outcomes seemed identical, Ren Feifan had Bloodline healing, and he swiftly got up!

His eyes icily watched Qian Daolin from a height, and he coldly said: "Giant Tiger, this fellow is your prey today! Devour him! Leave no survivors!"

The Giant Tiger roared angrily, a sound that strikes right at the soul!

Qian Daolin instantly awoke, feeling the killing intent assaulting his way, he flinched, hastily taking out a rune!

He squeezed a drop of essence blood onto the rune, and the next second, his body dived straight into the ground, disappearing without a trace!

In the last moment before disappearing, Qian Daolin’s icy voice echoed across the land: "Zheng Xipo, and you, you stinky brat, before the Secret Realms end, I will personally come for your lives! Clean your necks and wait for me!"