Urban Supreme Medical Saint-Chapter 1838 - 1834: Kneel Down! (Part 1)

Ren Feifan’s brows creased tightly.

He had summoned this ancient Asura War God multiple times before, but not once had the Asura War God exhibited control over flames.

How on earth had his Nine-turn Heart Flame ended up on the Asura War God?

This simply defied logic!

Could it be due to the vital blood?

Was it possible that when he condensed the vital blood, the Nine-turn Heart Flame in his Dantian had also been drawn in?

As Ren Feifan puzzled over this, the Asura War God stepped forward, his scythe blazing with a fiery brilliance as it descended directly from the heavens!

Countless streaks of fire rained down like meteors, crashing fiercely toward the Nine-headed Serpent!

The Nine-headed Serpent clearly sensed the danger. Its ferocious heads exuded wrath as eight long necks stretched out, jaws wide open!

Its gaze seemed to declare that its dignity was untouchable!

The Nine-headed Serpent roared, its deafening cry shaking the heavens, rattling the entire ten-mile radius of the abandoned factory.

"Mere ants, how dare you show arrogance before me, the Asura! Seeking death, are you?"

The Asura War God bellowed in fury, and the scythe in his hand unexpectedly split into eight blades, each one bringing an all-encompassing aura of overwhelming power!

The intense pressure from the Asura War God and the Nine-headed Serpent entirely reshaped the atmospheric pressure nearby, leaving everyone short of breath. The combatants who had been fighting retreated hastily.

They had no desire to have their internal organs shattered by the oppressive energy!

From a distance, Wang Zhen watched the battle for a while before shifting his gaze toward Ren Feifan. He noticed that Ren Feifan’s aura was growing weaker and weaker. Clearly, such a mighty being was entirely dependent on Ren Feifan’s energy and strength.

If things continued like this, would Ren Feifan be hurt?

Quietly approaching Ren Feifan, Wang Zhen voiced his concern, "Feifan, don’t push yourself too hard. You represent all of Huaxia. Bearing the weight alone will only harm you in the end. With things at this stage, should we consider using that power?"

Ren Feifan froze for a moment, glanced up at the vast sky, and then shook his head with a bitter smile. "Uncle, unless absolutely necessary, we mustn’t use that power. In my current weakened state, I can’t be sure this formation will fully hold. If I really can’t hold out, and these bastards still seek death, then use the ’Rifle’."

Given the situation, Wang Zhen could only nod and retreat further back. He respected Ren Feifan’s decision.

"Be careful, Feifan. If you truly can’t hold on, I won’t hesitate to press that launch button—not just for you, but for your mother."

"Alright."

At this moment, the battlefield belonged to Ren Feifan alone.

But the battlefield was in complete ruins, indistinguishable from a wasteland.

After this battle, this place would likely become a prized possession for countless real estate developers.

Years from now, it would probably transform into a bustling CBD, with towering skyscrapers rising from the ground.

Right as this thought flashed across his mind, the power of the Asura War God clashed fiercely with the Nine-headed Serpent!

The air rippled with a violent shockwave, uprooting every tree within a ten-mile radius!

One War God, one giant serpent—each retreated three steps after the collision.

Evidently, they were at a stalemate.

Ren Feifan realized he couldn’t hold out much longer. Gritting his teeth, he forced out another drop of vital blood and shot it into the Asura War God’s brow.

The vital blood transformed into a scarlet mist, enveloping the Asura War God!

In that instant, even the War God’s gaze seemed to change!

Seconds later, the Asura War God’s eyes closed, and behind him, an eerie figure began to take form!

This figure resembled an old man!

Yet the man’s features were indistinct!

Could this be the figure behind the Asura?

Ren Feifan paid no mind to this change. All he cared about now was fortifying the Asura War God. If one drop of vital blood wasn’t enough, he’d give two! If two weren’t enough, he’d offer three!

He had no room for retreat!

Besides, having cultivated two techniques, Ren Feifan wasn’t lacking in the nurturing of vital blood!

"Beast! Bow before me!"

At that moment, the Asura War God spoke, his voice ringing out across the land!

However, this voice sounded somewhat unlike the Asura War God’s earlier tone.

Endless pressure erupted outward. Even the disciples of the Holy Gate felt their blood surge, a trickle of red trailing from their lips!

Among the dozens present, not one was spared!

Ren Feifan didn’t believe for a second that the Asura War God’s command would compel this Egyptian Nine-headed Serpent to kneel.

Clutching the Ancient Dust Sword tightly, he braced himself for what was likely to be yet another grueling battle.

The top priority now was to kill Osiris. That was the true path to victory.

In the next second, to everyone’s astonishment, the Nine-headed Serpent locked its gaze on the shadowy figure behind the Asura War God. Its eyes filled with terror, and, as if it had seen something unspeakably horrific, it knelt directly to the ground!

The Egyptian Hell Serpent God actually knelt before the Asura War God!

Ren Feifan was momentarily stunned. Just one more drop of vital blood, and it surrendered?

Wasn’t it acting all high and mighty just moments ago?

And now, it caved this quickly?

The Egyptian pharaohs gawked, their faces filled with confusion and fear.

What was the Hell Serpent God doing?

The pharaohs were dumbstruck, and Osiris was even more so!

This was completely uncharacteristic of the Hell Serpent God’s demeanor!

"Lord Serpent God, what... what’s going on?"

Osiris stammered, his body trembling. Everything had spiraled out of control for him.

The Hell Serpent God was supposed to be their ancient deity of the underworld. Even though this was merely a summoned shadow, it existed in reality!

Its power and faith were undeniable!

Never had it knelt, let alone here on Huaxia soil—wasn’t this a disgrace to their entire nation?

While Osiris was completely disoriented, a black sword blazing with endless fire streaked across the sky!

Ren Feifan knew this was his moment!

Osiris’s eyes narrowed, his expression of shock vanishing entirely. Staring at the oncoming sword, he let out a cold snort and instantly produced a serpent-shaped staff!

The staff was covered in countless small black holes!

From these holes emanated a dark and eerie glow, unsettling to behold!

The head of the staff was, in fact, a serpent’s head!

The serpent head appeared almost alive, sending a chill down the spine.

In the next moment, with a flick of Osiris’s staff, the black holes spat out a dense mist of black smoke!

The black smoke was so thick it resembled enormous hands, reaching directly for Ren Feifan’s Ancient Dust Sword.

This black smoke seemed eerily akin to the demonic qi within Ren Feifan’s body.

In an instant, the black hands lunged toward Ren Feifan, whose sword gleamed as he slashed at them. Yet to his shock, the cut had no effect—the shadowy form split in two but reformed immediately afterward!

Osiris’s lips curled into a sinister smile. "Huaxia brat, with this technique, I killed countless of your cultivators in the past! Your blade is useless. Accept your fate!"

The black hands abruptly dispersed, while the rolling black mist, as if guided by some force, condensed into a shadowy figure that appeared before Ren Feifan.

The shadow glowed with a greenish hue and struck Ren Feifan square on the chest with a palm!

Strangely, Ren Feifan felt no pain.

(Second update at around 2 o’clock, third at 3 o’clock, fourth at 5 o’clock, more updates tonight—today’s release schedule)