Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1735 - 1731: Roll Over Here!

Chapter 1735: Chapter 1731: Roll Over Here!

Ren Feifan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, dressed in the sect’s garments, his complexion turned utterly grim.

He would rather the man was impersonating a member of the sect than to hope the other party was actually a disciple of the sect.

Unknowingly, it had been nearly a year since he left the secular world, and he was unaware of how the sect in the secular world was faring.

He hoped that the sect’s disciples wouldn’t turn out to be like the man before him.

He hoped so very much.

If all the disciples of the sect were to collude with such scoundrels, then he would be truly disappointed, at least with those who he had left in charge of the sect.

Mr. Qiu’s gaze was fixed intently on Zhao Meijing.

Her curvaceous figure, fair long legs, along with her extremely beautiful face, made him lose his composure; he had not savored the body of such a beauty in a long time.

In his heart, he even wished he could possess this woman right away!

This had led him to overlook the presence of Ren Feifan beside her.

The sect was bound by countless rules and regulations, and he didn’t know who set them, but they greatly restricted the behavior of the sect’s disciples.

They were forbidden from recklessly using True Qi and martial force outside, let alone committing acts against morality! Otherwise, they would be expelled from the sect.

This made it a long time since Mr. Qiu had enjoyed the warmth of a woman’s body.

He licked his lips, no longer hesitant. With a swift movement, he turned his fist into a claw, reaching straight for Zhao Meijing’s wrist!

At this moment, he was undoubtedly driven by lust, eager to get into action!

Zhao Meijing, with her keen senses, detected the anomaly, but didn’t expect her assailant to strike so suddenly. Especially with his lascivious eyes fixed on her chest and thighs, even a fool would guess what he intended to do!

Her complexion turned a shade paler, and then she grew angry, exclaiming, "You bastard, in broad daylight, what the hell do you want?! Get away from me!"

Zhao Meijing took a step back, but found that the speed of her pursuer was extremely fast, his hand even wrapped in a faint layer of energy, eerie to the extreme!

Quickly, she took refuge behind Ren Feifan and raised her cell phone, shouting, "If you dare come a step closer, believe it or not, I’ll call the police!"

"Call the police?" Mr. Qiu and the Ninth Master exchanged a smile!

"Go ahead and call. Do you believe that no one will care about you!"

"You filthy whore, don’t pretend to be pure in front of me. Do you know how many women wish to receive favor lying under me, yet I do not consent? People like you can only serve as slaves in bed for us cultivators!"

Mr. Qiu’s face was ferocious, his palm nearing Zhao Meijing’s chest!

Suddenly, everyone only heard a crisp "slap!"

The next second, Mr. Qiu staggered back five or six steps, his body slamming into the wall of the private room! At the same time, he was astonished to find his arm swelling.

His eyes widened in disbelief since he was a cultivator, who could ascend to the heavens and hide within the earth, a cultivator who could kill without a trace!

Who in this world could repulse him, let alone make his palm swell like that!

It was only then that his eyes fell upon Ren Feifan, a young man who seemed somewhat unfamiliar yet strangely familiar to him.

Mr. Qiu felt as if he had seen him somewhere before.

The Ninth Master also sensed that something was amiss and quickly warned, "Senior brother, this person is the same one who earlier took action against my men outside. He must be one of us, and his strength is not weak! We must be careful!"

Mr. Qiu snorted coldly, not willing to accept defeat, and declared outright: "He’s just an insignificant entity, unfit for the stage. Today I will make sure he perishes here!"

As the words fell, he fiercely drew a Cold Sword!

There was even a thread of flame twining around the Cold Sword, terrifying to behold!

Zhao Meijing had never witnessed such a scene; she clung tightly to Ren Feifan’s hand, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Feifan... is he... is he human or monster?"

"He does not deserve to be human."

Ren Feifan’s originally gloomy face finally lifted, cold as frost.

He stared intently at Mr. Qiu and said, "I have only one question for you. Don’t answer, and you die."

Without waiting for a reaction, Ren Feifan continued, "What is your relationship with the Sacred Gate of Capital City! Why are you wearing the clothes of the Sacred Gate!"

His voice, like millennia-old ice, lowered the temperature of the entire private room by several degrees.

Mr. Qiu and Jiu Ye were startled, never expecting that their adversary was not only a cultivator but had also seen through the identity of a Sacred Gate disciple in the blink of an eye.

But upon a second thought, it seemed normal — after all, the Sacred Gate is currently the foremost sect in Huaxia, an unmatched entity!

Which cultivator in Huaxia doesn’t know about the Sacred Gate?

Moreover, the young man’s words clearly carried wariness, seeking to ascertain Mr. Qiu’s relationship with the Sacred Gate before taking action.

As Mr. Qiu’s henchman, Jiu Ye stepped forward with raised head and snorted, "Humph! At least you have some insight. This man by my side is the Sacred Gate’s..."

Before Jiu Ye could finish his sentence, he felt a fierce gale descending upon him, and a burning pain swept across his cheek; his entire body was flung away!

He crashed heavily into the corridor!

He had been slapped!

And the key point was that he didn’t even have the chance to react!

Jiu Ye spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling his entire body grow rigid, and, to his horror, he found that the True Qi within him was gone!

A single palm strike had dissipated his True Qi.

While he was in shock, a chilling voice resounded by his ear.

"Get lost, I didn’t ask you!"

Jiu Ye, indignantly spitting out another mouthful of blood, hoarsely reached out his hand and said, "Brother, save me..."

But Mr. Qiu had no intention of saving him, instead, his gaze was locked firmly on Ren Feifan.

Because he realized he couldn’t see through the young man before him, and he didn’t even catch how the latter had struck Jiu Ye!

He reached a shocking conclusion in his heart!

The opponent was very strong! And far surpassed his own strength!

Ren Feifan took a step forward and faced Mr. Qiu, word by word he said, "I’m giving you one last chance, answer my question now, or die."

His words were like the judgment of the Grim Reaper.

Just as Mr. Qiu was about to strike at his opponent with the blazing sword in his hand, he found he couldn’t move his body at all!

He was bound by an overwhelming pressure.

What on earth was this young man’s strength?

Could it be Innate? Or perhaps Heavenly Rank! Or even higher? A powerhouse from Hidden Gate?

At this moment, Mr. Qiu was utterly panicked, his earlier arrogant demeanor gone, and he said, "You can’t move against me, I am a disciple of the Sacred Gate, my name is Qiu Longfei, I am the 127th disciple of the Sacred Gate, if you lay a hand on me, it means making an enemy of the entire Sacred Gate! Our Sacred Gate elders have the power to obliterate you with a mere flick of their fingers!"

Ren Feifan’s expression grew even colder.

He hadn’t expected that his opponent was truly a Sacred Gate disciple!

This news struck Ren Feifan like a bolt from the blue!

He silently returned to his spot, took out a pack of cigarettes, flicked a finger, and a cigarette landed in his mouth. His finger gathered a spark of True Fire to light the cigarette.

In an instant, the entire room was shrouded in smoke.

"I don’t care who recruited you into the Sacred Gate, now! Make him roll over to me!"

A voice echoed throughout the entire MODOD store.