Urban Supreme Medical Saint-Chapter 1836 - 1832: Kill Just the Same! (Five Updates)

Ren Feifan’s body surged with a terrifying killing intent, flames swirling around him!

Without hesitation, he swung his sword toward the Pharaoh.

The Pharaoh’s face turned pale as he gazed helplessly at Lord Osiris.

"Lord Osiris, save me, I can’t..."

But Osiris remained unperturbed, his eyes closed, as though he cared not at all.

After a while, his eyes narrowed, revealing a cruel smile: "Since you’ve lost, you no longer deserve to live. Death is better! Because with your death, your soul can be of use to me."

The Pharaoh’s face drastically changed, and he could only stare blankly at the immense Black Sword descending, its ferocity almost robbing him of consciousness.

Ren Feifan cared little for the grievances of others. Whether Osiris saved or abandoned him, the sword was coming down regardless.

As expected, the Pharaoh immediately disintegrated into a mist of blood on the spot.

Yet strangely, the other Pharaohs around Osiris remained indifferent, as if what had just happened was the most mundane of occurrences.

Osiris held dominion over their lives and deaths. Failures naturally had no right to linger.

The Pharaoh deserved his fate.

Witnessing this scene, Ren Feifan fixed his gaze on Osiris, blood dripping incessantly from the Ancient Dust Sword in his hand.

He had thought this act might stir Osiris’s emotions, but to his surprise, Osiris carried himself as if unbothered.

Not a trace of sorrow or sympathy.

"I killed your man, and you don’t even feel a pang of regret?"

Ren Feifan’s sword pointed directly at Osiris, his killing intent spreading in all directions, then suddenly contracting, enclosing Osiris.

Osiris’s wrinkled face showed no trace of disturbance from Ren Feifan’s words. After a while, he raised his head, glanced at the lingering blood mist, and extended his hand, seemingly gathering something.

"Huaxia boy, do you truly think my people are so easily killed? You may not know this, but I hold the power over their lives and deaths."

As he spoke, the serpent-headed staff in Osiris’s hand radiated a dim light that spread in all directions. The residual blood gas began to condense, forming a moving figure!

It was none other than the Pharaoh that Ren Feifan had just slain!

This sight left the disciples of the Sacred Sect and Wang Zhen utterly horrified!

They were absolutely certain that the man was dead, yet in Osiris’s hands, he had been resurrected!

Could it be true that Osiris actually wielded the power over life and death?

The Pharaoh’s figure returned to Osiris’s side, silent, with eyes as white as snow.

Ren Feifan’s gaze tightened as he realized the figure held no semblance of life—it was a mere corpse!

And what sustained the corpse’s movements was that eerie curse power.

Moreover, that curse power seemed to be growing stronger!

While Ren Feifan was momentarily distracted, three more figures emerged!

Seeing these figures, the Sacred Sect disciples turned pallid.

These figures were the three Pharaohs killed yesterday by the Sacred Sovereign!

It was truly terrifying!

Ren Feifan’s expression turned grim. These four Pharaohs bore resemblance to a certain formation from Huaxia, and the surrounding magnetic field had been disturbed, thrown into complete disarray!

No more delay!

Hesitation would lead to disaster!

Ren Feifan raised the Ancient Dust Sword and charged forward!

"Sacred Sect disciples, heed my command! Attack! Leave no one alive!"

"Yes, Sacred Sovereign!"

The battle erupted.

The Pharaohs and disciples around Osiris witnessed this and turned pale, rushing forward to shield Osiris.

How could someone of Lord Osiris’s status engage in a direct fight with this Huaxia boy?

The Sacred Sect disciples, however, were not to be overshadowed, forming teams of three as they faced the Pharaohs.

Killing intent surged to the heavens, blood dragons roiling through the air among the Sacred Sect disciples!

The might of the Sacred Sect disciples!

"A mere group of foreign invaders! What gives you the right to go up against the Sacred Sovereign? Your opponents are us!"

In the next moment, weapons appeared in the hands of the Sacred Sect disciples, and they attacked in formation, charging toward their enemies.

Instantly, the sounds of clashing metal echoed through the battlefield!

Whether intentionally or otherwise, the battle quickly shifted to the side, leaving the area occupied only by Ren Feifan and Osiris.

"Osiris, now it’s just the two of us. Your opponent is me!"

Although Ren Feifan couldn’t discern why Osiris remained indifferent to all this, killing him certainly wouldn’t be a mistake! He gathered his formidable Sword Intent, which swept outward in all directions!

As the Ancient Dust Sword was about to strike Osiris, Osiris laughed: "Huaxia cultivators, always so confident, aren’t they? Years ago, I slaughtered hundreds of cultivators—today will be no different!"

In the next moment, Osiris extended his hand and grasped the Ancient Dust Sword, black mist swirling from his palm.

The black mist enveloped the Ancient Dust Sword and swiftly transformed into crimson serpents, biting directly at Ren Feifan!

"The same trick? I experienced it yesterday!"

Ren Feifan roared, flames from the Nine-Turn Heart igniting along his arm like surging tidal waves!

Layer upon layer of flames wrapped around Ren Feifan’s entire arm!

A blazing limb akin to the arm of a Fire Unicorn!

One hand gripped the sword, while the other unleashed a flaming punch!

Dragon chants echoed through the flames as a Fire Dragon burst forth from his fist, rushing toward Osiris!

"Boom!" The crimson serpents in its path were reduced to ashes.

Osiris’s expression shifted as he muttered: "So this is yesterday’s flame. Though powerful, what of it? You cannot defy the will of the gods!"

Osiris closed his eyes, as though the surroundings had frozen in time.

In the next instant, Ren Feifan felt an invisible force slam into his chest, sending him flying backward. He plunged his Ancient Dust Sword into the ground, carving a lengthy groove into the earth!

Struggling to stabilize himself!

Osiris stood with his hands behind his back, enveloped in rolling black mist and cursed energy: "Boy, do you now see the gap between us? Considering your superior cultivation, today you will serve as prey for the lord behind me."

The next moment, the nine-headed serpent’s phantom behind Osiris materialized!

The crimson nine-headed serpent bared its sinister fangs and lunged at Ren Feifan!

The beast’s terrifying roar echoed across the earth!

Ren Feifan’s expression changed, and he retreated swiftly, sensing the undeniable danger of the nine-headed serpent!

Once swallowed, certain death awaited!

Though he couldn’t fathom how Osiris wielded such an entity, the present mattered far more.

To kill Osiris, he had to first slay this nine-headed serpent!

Ren Feifan’s rage ignited!

"You think you’re the only one who can summon? Huaxia’s ancient Asura has something to say about that! Come forth, Forbidden God Asura!"

(Typing speed slowed as night set in... continuing the story...)