Urban Supreme Medical Saint-Chapter 1833 - 1829: Make You Fear! (Second Update!)

Ren Feifan returned to the car. Judging from the photos provided by that old man, Osiris brought quite a number of people to Huaxia this time. If their strength is on par with the three Pharaohs from yesterday, things are about to get tricky.

He could easily handle three Pharaohs with the help of a Formation, but if thirty of them joined forces, even Ren Feifan, who has stepped into the half-God Realm, would face significant challenges.

After all, those coming this time are the strongest individuals from that nation.

And then there’s Osiris and the nine-headed giant serpent emanating that eerie aura.

In this battle, relying on himself alone would be troublesome.

Ren Feifan contemplated for a few seconds, his eyes narrowing slightly. It seems he would need to deploy the disciples of the Holy Sect.

The current Holy Sect disciples, combined with certain Formations, would be capable of handling those Pharaohs.

As for the nine-headed giant serpent and Osiris, they could only be dealt with by Ren Feifan himself.

At that moment, Ren Feifan found himself reminiscing about the days when Ming, the Dragon Maiden, and that giant tiger were around.

If any of those three had accompanied him to the secular world, he wouldn’t find himself in such a passive position.

However, the Hidden Gate’s Holy Sect faces dangers far greater than those of the secular Holy Sect.

Leaving them there to oversee things puts Ren Feifan at ease.

Just as Ren Feifan was about to start the car, Wang Zhen abruptly opened the passenger-side door and got in.

Ren Feifan paused his movements and tilted his head, asking, "Uncle, are you joining me on my trip back to the Holy Sect?"

Wang Zhen didn’t answer Ren Feifan’s question but instead said seriously, "Feifan, since you’ve learned Osiris’s whereabouts, the situation of ’dark enemy, bright us’ must shift. Tell me, when do you plan to act? Count me in. As an uncle, I refuse to stand by while my nephew faces danger alone. Though I’m not your biological uncle, I’ve always treated you as my own nephew."

Ren Feifan glanced at Wang Zhen with a touch of gratitude but ultimately shook his head to express refusal.

He’s well aware of the capabilities of the National Security Bureau. In this matter, they wouldn’t be able to help.

The disparity in power is too great, and by then, he might even need to protect them instead.

"Uncle, since this problem originated with me, it’s only right that I end it. Besides, you already understand my strength. Using the Holy Sect’s power will suffice for this matter. Additionally, I don’t want more casualties."

Wang Zhen chuckled. "Feifan, the way you phrased that almost sounds like you’re looking down on our National Security Bureau."

"Uncle, how could that be! Please don’t misunderstand. I just..."

Ren Feifan’s voice abruptly halted because he saw Wang Zhen take out a document, and the instructions on it rendered him speechless!

A storm surged in his heart, followed by a wave of ecstatic joy!

"Uncle, how could you have possibly acquired the original..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Zhen silenced him.

"Feifan, there are some things that shouldn’t be said aloud. You should understand that. For now, just refer to this plan as the ’Hunter Plan,’ and call all the weapons under it ’Hunter Rifles.’ This codename includes that extremely destructive item. Now, you should believe that our National Security Bureau has the qualifications to intervene, right?"

Ren Feifan nodded, fully understanding the Bureau’s regulations.

Wang Zhen put the document away and explained, "When you mentioned this to me last time, I immediately sought the leadership’s opinion overnight. The leader has always paid close attention to you. He even intends to appoint you as a Guardian of Huaxia, which shows the level of regard he holds for you. This directive was personally signed by him.

He has only one condition: before using this weapon, you must establish a Formation strong enough to withstand its force. He doesn’t want collateral damage to others. If you can’t achieve this, the order will be permanently revoked!"

How could Ren Feifan possibly say no? He nodded repeatedly, saying, "No problem. If it were any other task, I might not be confident. But creating a Formation is child’s play for me."

Having received Ren Feifan’s assurance, Wang Zhen gathered True Qi in his palm and destroyed the document completely.

Such an important document must remain unknown to anyone, whether related or unrelated, or it would certainly provoke chaos!

"Feifan, this order is highly sensitive. Please don’t share it with your Holy Sect disciples or outsiders. Keep it to yourself. Otherwise, I won’t be able to answer to the leadership."

"Uncle, I understand completely," Ren Feifan said, his eyes filled with solemn determination.

"Alright, now that everything’s been said, I won’t stay here any longer. The activation of the directive will require my direct involvement. I just hope this time we can permanently leave those arrogant individuals in Huaxia. Feifan, remember! Do not act prematurely. Wait for me to complete the preparations."

After finishing his words, Wang Zhen opened the car door, leaped out, and walked toward his own vehicle.

Ren Feifan withdrew his gaze from Wang Zhen’s departing figure. The thought of the document stirred a subtle sense of anticipation within him.

He couldn’t help but wonder—would high-tech weaponry rival the power of cultivators? And when combined, how unimaginably lethal could the two become?

Half an hour later, Ren Feifan returned to the Holy Sect.

The Holy Sect disciples were honing their skills in sparring matches on the arena. They knew exactly what they needed to do.

Short-term cultivation was destined to yield minimal results, but life-and-death battles could continuously sharpen their strength and reflexes. It was the fastest way to boost their abilities to counteract the Pharaohs at this moment.

Ren Feifan initially intended to summon the Holy Sect disciples to the main hall to speak, but seeing each of them fighting so desperately in the arena, he quietly returned to his own cultivation chamber.

He was waiting for Wang Zhen’s deployment.

Once Wang Zhen completed his preparations, it would be time for Ren Feifan to unsheath his sword.

Of course, before that, he had to solidify his trump card.

Forbidden God Asura!

Ren Feifan sat cross-legged in the cultivation chamber, closing his eyes and rapidly forming hand seals. He suddenly forced out a drop of his essence blood!

The essence blood hovered above his head, spinning incessantly. With each rotation, Ren Feifan noticed that the True Qi and Demonic Qi deep within his Dantian were almost entirely depleted.

Of course, this was to be expected.

The stronger he was, the greater power the Forbidden God Asura Technique required!

Correspondingly, the Asura summoned would also be stronger!

This was a proportional relationship.

Ren Feifan continued for about an hour, his entire body almost drenched in sweat. Toward the end, he was nearly devoid of True Qi and had to consume stacks of elixirs to replenish his True Qi and Demonic Qi continuously.

Another hour passed, and the drop of essence blood underwent a transformation, turning into a mist. The entire sky above the Holy Sect began to exhibit phenomena.

The winds and clouds shifted as if an Asura were about to be born, and Ren Feifan felt a silhouette taking shape deep within his consciousness!

Once fully formed, the phenomena would erupt dramatically, alerting all of Capital City, inevitably inciting widespread panic.

Ren Feifan stopped short, no longer releasing the phenomena, but the essence blood continued to coalesce, its power growing stronger.

When the time came, he would use this drop of essence blood to strike fear into those Pharaohs and Osiris!