Urban Supreme Medical Saint-Chapter 1840 - 1836: Osiris, Dead! (Part 3)

Wang Zhen had always thought he knew Ren Feifan well.

As the head of the National Security Bureau and Ren Feifan’s uncle, he held comprehensive data on Ren Feifan in his hands.

He had thoroughly studied Ren Feifan’s cultivation realm, power, and weaponry.

Thus, after comparing the gap between Ren Feifan and Osiris, he immediately reported to his superiors to initiate the plan for that special weapon!

Although Ren Feifan had already become invincible in the Huaxia Cultivation World, dealing with powerful figures outside of Huaxia was not so simple.

Some ancient civilizations abroad seemed not weaker than Huaxia.

But after witnessing Ren Feifan’s performance just now, he realized he was wrong—and gravely wrong!

It turned out that all along, his understanding of Ren Feifan was merely the tip of the iceberg!

The power Ren Feifan unleashed now could virtually surpass that of a small nuclear weapon!

Apart from the Hidden Gate, who else could stop this boy?

As smoke and dust rose continuously, Wang Zhen and the other disciples of the Sacred Gate stared intently at the center of the dust cloud, desperate to know who had emerged victorious.

He silently prayed in his heart that nothing would happen to Ren Feifan!

Because all his hopes rested on Ren Feifan!

Ren Feifan was the sole existence over the years who might save Wang Yan from the clutches of the Wang Palace.

A few seconds later, the dust slowly dispersed.

Wang Zhen caught sight of two figures.

One, of course, was Ren Feifan, and the other elderly figure was undoubtedly Osiris.

Ren Feifan and Osiris stood facing each other, motionless, leaving no discernible outcome to outsiders.

Suddenly, Ren Feifan stumbled back a few steps!

Wang Zhen noticed that Ren Feifan’s upper half was practically bare, his body oozing fresh blood, his flesh in a mangled state!

For a regular person, such wounds would have already caused fatal blood loss.

It seemed Ren Feifan had lost; sigh, that previous strike must have taken half of Ren Feifan’s life.

The priority now was to find a way to rescue Ren Feifan from Osiris’s grasp.

Wang Zhen had already gathered a trace of True Qi in his legs, ready to charge to Ren Feifan’s side at any moment!

Even if it cost Wang Zhen his life, Ren Feifan absolutely could not be allowed to die!

If Osiris continued to obstruct, then if all else failed, he would have no choice but to perish alongside Osiris.

He would deploy that weapon to bury Osiris completely here and now.

This was the directive from higher leadership, and Wang Zhen’s last resort.

Just as Wang Zhen was about to rush forward and press the red button on the remote control in his hand—

Osiris suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his entire body seemingly aged by decades, and was sent flying by a mysterious force, landing heavily on the ground!

"Boom!"

The ground shook, clearly indicating severe injuries!

At this moment, gazing at Ren Feifan again, his mangled body miraculously began to recover bit by bit!

Eerily abnormal!

Wang Zhen noticed that Ren Feifan in the distance no longer seemed like a wounded young man, but a Demon Path monstrosity brimming with Demonic Qi!

This Demon Path monstrosity was dragging a Black Sword, step by step, approaching Osiris.

With each step, the ground trembled slightly.

This was Ren Feifan’s killing intent.

After about ten steps, Ren Feifan finally stood before Osiris, holding the Ancient Dust Sword aloft, pointing downward at Osiris.

"Osiris, did you ever foresee this outcome?"

Ren Feifan’s icy cold voice rang out, his words exuding waves of chilling air that seemed to seep into his opponent’s very bones.

Osiris wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the shirtless Ren Feifan, saying, "I never imagined that I, Osiris, the god who controls life and death, would face such a day! Haha! Ren Feifan, your appearance has completely overturned my perception of the Huaxia Cultivation World."

"Oh."

Ren Feifan replied indifferently.

In the next moment, the Ancient Dust Sword rotated, and the flat of the sword struck against Osiris’s cheek.

"Smack!"

The sound echoed crisply.

"This slap is for daring to harm my Sacred Gate disciple! Thankfully, he’s not dead. If he were, I can guarantee that for that one person alone, I would destroy your entire Egyptian civilization!"

Just as Ren Feifan finished speaking, he struck Osiris’s cheek again with the hilt of the sword!

The blow caused Osiris to spew blood from the corner of his mouth!

"You insolent brat... you!"

Osiris was about to rage, but he gradually noticed the color of Ren Feifan’s eyes—blood-red.

Like a crimson moon.

Ren Feifan’s pupils were grotesque but exuded an unprecedented chill.

This Blood Moon inexplicably reminded Osiris of something!

His ordinarily calm face was now filled with shock!

Because this brat’s aura... why was it so similar to someone else’s?

No, his eyes—his eyes actually bore those Blood Moons!

Six Blood Moons!

And on his back, there was even an image of a Blood Moon!

Osiris suddenly recalled a mural inside the ancient Egyptian temple.

The mural eerily depicted a young man with an Eastern appearance!

And, shockingly, the Egyptian pantheon was kneeling before that young man!

As if in submission!

That mural—Osiris had always dismissed it, reasoning that a few Eastern-faced youths in ancient Egypt weren’t unusual.

But at this moment, the familiarity of the Blood Moons awakened something within him!

He was certain—that youth in the mural was from Huaxia!

Because the phenomena surrounding the youth in the mural were practically identical to those surrounding Ren Feifan right now!

The sole difference was that the youth’s eyes bore nine Blood Moons!

And Ren Feifan’s were six!

Could the mural have been foretelling something?

Were the Egyptian pantheon destined to bow before this young man?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Ren Feifan’s indifferent eyes cared nothing for Osiris’s reaction. He declared, "Since you claim to be an Egyptian god, then today, I shall use my Sky Demon Yin Fire to slaughter what you call a god!"

In the next instant, Ren Feifan extended his hand, and an eerie blue flame suddenly surged forth from his palm!

This was the Sky Demon Yin Fire, formed from countless threads of Demonic Qi!

The Sky Demon Yin Fire radiated brilliantly, its appearance instantly filling Osiris’s eyes with mounting terror.

Because the mural... had this very same flame!

The exact same flame!

"You... you... who are you really? How could you possibly make the gods kneel?"

Ren Feifan furrowed his brows, baffled by Osiris’s words.

But understanding was irrelevant now. Ren Feifan only wanted Osiris dead!

Without any hesitation, Ren Feifan slammed the Sky Demon Yin Fire directly onto Osiris’s chest!

The blue flame erupted upon contact, transforming into a roaring inferno in an instant!

Osiris, too, was engulfed in flames in the blink of an eye!

Screams of agony and cries of despair echoed in the air!

"Ren Feifan, even if you kill me, you will never find peace! I control life and death—I cannot truly die! Haha!"

The voice gradually faded.

Under the terrifying might of the Sky Demon Yin Fire, Osiris’s body turned to ashes.

Osiris—was dead!

(My eyes feel so strained, but whatever, gotta keep typing~)