Urban Supreme Medical Saint-Chapter 1835 - 1831: Who is Crazier! (Four more updates!)

Chapter 1835: Chapter 1831: Who is Crazier! (Four more updates!)

The Legacy Dust Sword descended from the heavens with a deafening roar!

Its surface carried traces of fierce flames, crashing down like a meteorite, striking fear into the hearts of all who beheld it.

As it was about to strike Osiris, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He raised his right hand lightly, forming a powerful force of resistance!

That resistance completely immobilized Ren Feifan’s sword!

"Is the sword of Huaxia always this ineffectual?"

Osiris’s icy voice echoed. As his words fell, the Legacy Dust Sword abruptly rebounded and flew away!

He had thought that after so many years, Huaxia’s cultivators would have become remarkably strong, but now it seems they’re still no different from ants!

If he wished to kill, not a single person would survive!

This was Osiris’s pride!

At that moment, Ren Feifan clenched his palm, and the Legacy Dust Sword flew back into his hand!

"Ineffectual? I’ll make you, this trash, understand what true ineffectiveness means!"

With those words, Ren Feifan charged forward with his sword!

He had to go first and probe the depths of Osiris’s power!

Behind Osiris, the Pharaohs all stared in disbelief, their wide eyes fixed on the scene. None of them could have imagined that this Huaxia youth would dare to directly curse Lord Osiris!

To them, Osiris held supreme authority and status, controlling their very lives and deaths!

If anyone could dominate this world, Osiris surely was the sole ruler.

Yet, this Huaxia youth not only cursed but did so face-to-face, calling Osiris trash!

It was as if he was asking to die!

One of the Pharaohs standing beside Osiris, unable to tolerate it anymore, stepped forward and spoke directly to Osiris: "Lord Osiris, allow me to fight! Let this arrogant brat understand the insignificance of his existence!"

Osiris’s eyes narrowed, and after a brief pause, he nodded.

The Pharaoh’s heart surged with delight as he stepped forward, golden staff materializing in his hand. He raised the staff forcefully, colliding with the Legacy Dust Sword.

"Clang!"

A fierce gust of wind erupted around the two, sending countless dirt and debris flying and blocking the view of onlookers!

No one knew what was happening within the conflict, only that continuous waves of energy blasted outward from the battlefield!

Anyone close was violently thrown to the ground!

The terror of the clash was undeniable.

Seconds later, the dust settled.

Ren Feifan stood motionless, but the Pharaoh staggered back by more than ten steps, his face filled with shock.

"So strong!"

In that brief instant, the Pharaoh felt as though his very body was about to be torn apart by the Sword Qi from Ren Feifan’s blade!

If not for the protective artifact within him, he would have already perished under the boy’s sword.

Ren Feifan snorted coldly, hoisting the Legacy Dust Sword onto his shoulder as he smirked, "Old man, how’s my sword? Still up for more? If I hadn’t pulled back a bit at the end, do you really think you could’ve withstood it?"

Ren Feifan posed three consecutive questions, leaving the Pharaoh completely dumbfounded.

The Pharaoh looked toward Osiris, but Osiris remained indifferent.

Moments later, a drop of blood essence appeared in Osiris’s hand and shot directly into the Pharaoh’s brow.

"If you fail to kill this boy again, then burn with this drop of blood essence together."

The Pharaoh’s expression twisted sharply, and his body suddenly grew larger. Dense black mist began spiraling around his palm as the golden staff trembled violently in his grasp—a massive surge of energy burst forth from the staff!

"Lord Osiris, I will not fail you!"

The Pharaoh’s aura climbed ever higher, a sinister smile forming on his lips.

Moments later, he tore off his clothes, revealing a body wrapped in layers of bandages!

Just like an Egyptian mummy!

"Huaxia boy, offending Lord Osiris is a death sentence!"

"Boom!"

Black mist rolled outward from the Pharaoh’s body, and his golden staff turned completely black. A cursed power began spreading in every direction. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

The next instant, the Pharaoh’s figure vanished! He seemed to dissolve into the black mist!

Suddenly, a shadow appeared behind Ren Feifan!

A terrifying staff strike descended abruptly from above!

Its speed was astonishing!

The aura of the black staff twisted and clawed wildly, like a demonic creature full of savage rage, as though it wanted to devour Ren Feifan whole!

From a distance, the disciples of the Holy Gate shouted urgently, "Holy Lord, watch out behind you!"

Wang Zhen also jumped in fright, clutching his remote tightly as he shouted in rage, "Feifan, behind you!"

A cacophony of voices rang out, yet Ren Feifan stood like stone, unmoving!

To outsiders, it seemed he was frozen in terror, but none noticed the faint smile curling at Ren Feifan’s lips.

A chilling, murderous smile!

The Legacy Dust Sword in his hand shook violently, radiating an overwhelming aura of killing intent that spread forth in all directions!

"Want to kill me? Did you ask my sword first?"

"Legacy Dust, Third Sword—Ancient Sword God, Descend!"

In an instant, Ren Feifan’s Legacy Dust Sword began to tremble uncontrollably, as though drawn by some irresistible force, while Ren Feifan’s Dantian was rapidly depleted of True Qi and Demonic Qi!

Ren Feifan felt that while this sword strike was not fully unleashed yet, the sword in his hand was already trying to break free!

Suddenly, although the Legacy Dust Sword itself didn’t move, the surrounding nature’s spiritual energy began to condense, forming a horrifying Sword Intent directly in front of the blade!

The Sword Intent materialized into substance!

Then, a profound aura of antiquity emanated outward!

Within the Sword Intent, an ethereal human figure gradually took shape.

The Shadow of the Sword God!

"Explode for me!"

The Sword God’s phantom collided head-on with the black-drenched demonic face from the Pharaoh!

"Boom!"

The two forces clashed fiercely, unleashing a cataclysmic power that seemed to threaten the heavens and earth!

Yet, the Sword Intent remained unstoppable, instantly devouring the Pharaoh’s cursed force entirely. The black mist, as if encountering an unspeakable terror, scattered in all directions! And Ren Feifan charged forward unstoppably toward the Pharaoh!

"What?!"

The Pharaoh’s face changed drastically. This strike—so casually countered, so effortlessly dismissed!

Just what was the origin of this Huaxia boy!

At that moment, Ren Feifan stomped forward, wielding his sword for another strike!

"Osiris, let this Pharaoh’s life be the side dish for my feast today!"