Urban Supreme Medical Saint-Chapter 1834 - 1830: Damn Your Ancestor! (Three Updates)

Ren Feifan stayed in the cultivation room for an entire day.

His Dao heart was crystal clear.

The drop of Asura’s essence blood had already become somewhat violent, even disturbing the cultivation room’s magnetic field.

Meanwhile, the Sacred Sect was bustling with activity today, almost completely illuminated.

The Sacred Sect disciples were immersed in relentless battles and sparring, their strength continuously climbing. Some disciples even broke through during their battles.

The breakthrough aura of the entire Sacred Sect surged once more.

Suddenly, an urgent ringing sound echoed from a cultivation room not far from the arena.

Ren Feifan’s eyes snapped open, his gaze resembling a sky full of stars in the night. He glanced at the caller ID.

The call was from Wang Zhen.

It seemed the preparations were nearly complete.

Ren Feifan’s lips curved slightly as he pressed the answer button.

"Feifan, everything is ready. Three hours from now, meet me in the abandoned factory west of the city with your Sacred Sect. Don’t alert the enemy."

"Alright."

Ren Feifan hung up the phone, and in his hand appeared a massive black sword.

Letting go, the black sword hovered before him, exuding an eerie aura.

He reached out to touch the blade of the Ancient Dust Sword. A glimmer of cold light flashed, causing a chill in one’s heart.

"Ancient Dust Sword, will you join me in battle and annihilate everything?"

The Ancient Dust Sword trembled slightly, releasing a hint of blood-red Evil Qi, as if it were answering Ren Feifan’s question.

Ren Feifan gripped the Ancient Dust Sword, strapped it on his back, and pushed open the cultivation room door, stepping outside.

"Creak—" The sound of the door opening was exceptionally sharp.

The arena’s battles abruptly halted, and all eyes turned to Ren Feifan.

A few seconds later, the Sacred Sect disciples knelt halfway down without hesitation!

"We pay respects to the Sacred Lord!"

Ren Feifan clasped his hands behind his back and nodded slightly, before suddenly asking, "What is the Path of the Sacred Sect? Do you know?"

"The Kill Path!"

The Sacred Sect disciples shouted in unison. A Blood Dragon took form, soaring into the heavens with overwhelming majesty!

"Correct. Now answer me this—if someone attacks the Sacred Sect and threatens our disciples, how would you respond?"

"Kill without mercy!"

The voices thundered, causing nearby residents outside the Sacred Sect to feel chills down their spines.

Ren Feifan clenched his fists and abruptly drew the Ancient Dust Sword from his back, pointing it straight at the heavens!

"Defy the heavens, and exceptions may arise; defy the Sacred Sect, and no life shall remain! Since they dare to challenge the authority of the Sacred Sect again and again, today, we shall bury them upon Huaxia’s soil!"

Upon hearing these words, the Sacred Sect disciples felt their blood boil!

They had waited far too long for this battle!

Their relentless cultivation during this time was for this very day!

No matter the outcome, no matter how powerful Osiris was, they were ready to fight to the bitter end.

Even if they died in battle, they would uphold the dignity of the Sacred Sect!

"Defy the heavens, and exceptions may arise; defy the Sacred Sect, and no life shall remain!"

"Defy the heavens, and exceptions may arise; defy the Sacred Sect, and no life shall remain!"

...

The deafening chant reverberated throughout the land of the Capital City.

At 4 PM.

Ren Feifan and the Sacred Sect disciples arrived at the outskirts of the abandoned factory in the western part of the city.

They stopped about a few hundred meters away from the factory.

Ren Feifan instructed the disciples to form squads of three and passed on a powerful killing formation to them.

This formation was called the Three-line Killing Array.

A formation that possessed both defensive and offensive capabilities, something he had obtained by chance, amplifying the disciples’ strength severalfold.

Ren Feifan and Wang Zhen met up outside.

Wang Zhen held a peculiar remote control in his hand. Ren Feifan didn’t need much guesswork to realize it must control a certain something.

Wang Zhen approached Ren Feifan and patted his shoulder, saying, "Feifan, set up the array around this area. Remember, the formation should not enclose the top, because the ’Hunter Rifle’ might come from above. If you completely seal the formation, it might backfire and destroy your setup."

Ren Feifan nodded, and an ancient formation flag appeared in his hand.

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He glanced at the tightly shut gates of the abandoned factory, noting that the nine-headed giant serpent had vanished, but the large hole in the roof remained. Without hesitation, he fired the flag forward!

The flag landed in front of the factory gates, instantly creating ripples of formation energy that spread outward in all directions!

Then Ren Feifan formed seals with his fingers, forcing out a drop of essence blood, which he struck onto the ground. The earth trembled immediately.

The formation’s shape began to take form!

Within the abandoned factory, Osiris, inside the stone coffin, sensed the disturbance. His eyes opened and he stood up.

His figure was slightly hunched, yet exuded danger from every pore.

The surrounding Pharaohs and disciples also rose, gripping weapons glowing with blood-red light that illuminated the entire factory.

Osiris emerged from the stone coffin, stretching his neck as he spoke: "Since the suicidal fools have arrived, let’s go meet them. Convenient, really—I won’t have to make another trip."

Osiris’s bony fingers slightly raised, causing the shutter door of the abandoned factory to eerily creak open.

A sliver of light streamed in, somewhat piercing.

Osiris extended a hand to block part of the light, sneering coldly: "I, Osiris, detest light, especially Huaxia’s light. Let all this light vanish completely!"

With his words, a surge of black mist surged out from Osiris’s body, and in mere moments, the entire western heavens of the Capital City transformed. Layers of dark clouds engulfed the sky, as if the apocalypse were descending!

The sun was blotted out, and the world plunged into oppressive darkness.

Osiris smirked, his expression sinister: "Now this is the kind of scene befitting a moment where I, Osiris, dominate life and death."

Osiris and his Pharaohs instantly emerged outside, while Ren Feifan finished his formation. His piercing gaze locked onto Osiris stepping out from the factory, and he spoke: "So you’re the decrepit thing they call Osiris? What kind of ridiculous name is that anyway?"

Osiris’s face was expressionless, but his gaze was icy. Meeting Ren Feifan’s eyes, his ancient voice echoed: "You killed my only son, and you have no remorse? I originally intended to kill only you, but now I’ve changed my mind. I’ll bury the entire Capital City to avenge my son’s death!"

"Hmph!" Wang Zhen could no longer sit idly by. He stepped forward, gripping the remote control tightly in his palm, and shouted, "Such audacity! You dare challenge Huaxia? Do you think Huaxia is still the same as it once was?"

Osiris sneered, clutching a floating staff in his palm. Behind him, a towering phantom emerged!

It was the nine-headed giant serpent!

"Huaxia, in the presence of Osiris, is nothing but dust!"

Before his words could fully land, a massive black sword descended from the heavens!

It was Ren Feifan’s Ancient Dust Sword!

"To hell with your arrogance! Today, I’ll smash this damned screw of yours to pieces!"