Urban Super Medical Sage

Around the arena.

With the arrival of Su Chen, Di Qiong, and Tailing Nishang.

The atmosphere reached its peak.

"Yi Fu!"

"Yi Fu!"

"Yi Fu!"

...

Can you imagine the shock of having over a hundred million martial cultivators shouting a single name together?

Especially since almost every one of these martial cultivators is not weak in strength.

The sound waves converge into a sea of mountains, reaching straight to the heavens.

Each wave of sound makes even the heavens seem to tremble.

Extremely terrifying.

Just this kind of momentum is enough to chill one’s heart.

The showdown is at the Wind Province Capital.

It’s Yi Fu’s home ground.

This point alone gives Yi Fu an immense advantage. If it were an average martial cultivator as Yi Fu’s opponent at this moment, they’d probably faint from fear.

Di Qiong, on the other hand, has excellent psychological resilience, almost without emotional fluctuation. Of course, saying none at all isn’t possible; her facial expression changed slightly, with a bit of seriousness in her beautiful eyes.

"Go ahead." Su Chen glanced at Yi Fu and Wee Li from a distance, knowing well in his heart, and spoke to Di Qiong.

Di Qiong nodded, her figure flickered.

In the blink of an eye, she was standing on the Decisive Battle Platform.

A moment later, Yi Fu also stood on the Decisive Battle Platform.

The two protagonists of today were on the platform, and the atmosphere suddenly grew even more exaggerated!!!

The roars, shouts, neighing, cheers, bone palms, stomping, all seemed to stir the entire Traceless Heaven.

Carefully feeling it, even the enormous Wind Province Capital seemed to quake slightly, subtly trembling.

"Your master took you in and trained you just for today; you’re merely her tool for revenge." Yi Fu stared at Di Qiong and spoke, his lightweight words tinged with a hint of regret: "You’re excellent, but today is your end, which is a pity. You still have one last choice: step down from the platform and give up now."

"Make a move." Di Qiong remained unaffected with just these three words, and simultaneously, a sword appeared in her hand.

The sword, named Xuan Jin.

It was the gift she received from Gao Wei when she was accepted as a disciple.

Xuan Jin is a half-step divine level weapon.

It’s naturally considered a top-level divine weapon.

Yet, in Gao Wei’s position, this sword isn’t quite the ultimate treasure.

Of course, later on, Gao Wei also gave her the true Great Emperor’s Weapon, that qin, which is truly the supreme treasure. However, she seldom uses it, usually preferring Xuan Jin, which is more comfortable.

Holding Xuan Jin, Di Qiong’s body suddenly became ethereal.

Her mane waved, the colors dazzling, very strange.

"Nice movement technique." Su Chen praised, these past centuries, Di Qiong truly transformed dramatically under Gao Wei.

"Kong Yun Sword!" With that enigmatic movement, Di Qiong flicked her arm, and the sword rippled forth, accompanied by a low shout.

Su Chen’s eyes lit up again.

Di Qiong’s sword move was distinguished, very distinguished.

Extremely fitting, and rare too, as the Kong Yun Sword seemed to have a synergistic effect with her movement.

Beyond that, the level of the Kong Yun Swordsmanship itself is very high. He faintly saw, when Di Qiong struck with this sword, the Xuan Jin Sword itself performed over a million compressions and waves of the sword edge, which is terrifying, illustrating the incredible strength of the Kong Yun Swordsmanship itself; any attack that exceeds a million compressions and waves would have an astonishing, trembling terror of an attack effect.

Moreover.

Su Chen also caught the scent of Thunder and Lightning; in hundreds of years not seen, Di Qiong indeed progressed to an extreme level, her swordsmanship encompassing the essence of Thunder and Lightning, seemingly having nurtured her sword with Thunder and Lightning, which is a colossal undertaking, adding a pressure and assault flavor of Thunder and Lightning to the Kong Yun Swordsmanship itself, seemingly enhancing its attack strength considerably.

Lastly, this sword was also accompanied by as many as seven Great Dao Rules, including highly qualitative Gravity and Sword Qi rules.

"With this sword, it would be easy to instantly kill a typical martial cultivator at the Seventh Layer Middle Stage or even Later Stage of Realm of Returning to Truth." Su Chen offered an appraisal within his mind.

A delightful surprise.

Even Su Chen felt delighted.

The over a hundred million spectators present were also no fools.

Naturally, they also sensed and caught a glimpse of the situation.

Numerous onlooking martial cultivators had faces subtly changing, shock, admiration, disbelief...

Clearly, Di Qiong’s initial strike surpassed their prior expectations.

"Impressive." Simultaneously, Yi Fu smiled.

He seemed entirely unfazed by any pressure.

Appearing completely oblivious to the power of Di Qiong’s sword strike.

Instead, his lips curled with a hint of appreciation and playfulness.

And just then.

Yi Fu raised his hand.

A peculiar, soundless scarlet mist appeared in front of Yi Fu’s palm.

The whole mist was roughly the size of an adult’s fist.

Permeating with vapor.

Minute by minute, like tiny red threads wiggling like worms.

Yet, gazing intently, there’s a pull, a devouring into the swirling, scarlet mist’s embrace.

More terrifying was that as the scarlet mist enveloped in Yi Fu’s palm, no trace of energy could be detected, completely converging, folding inward.

This unknown, tranquil aura produced a deeply rooted fear.

Before the audience could react.

Di Qiong’s Kong Yun Sword was already before Yi Fu. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

And the scarlet mist seemed to have been waiting, wiggling gracefully, and instantly met the sword.

Then!

The astonishing, chilling, unbelievable scene unfolded...

That... that... soundless, energy-less scarlet mist suddenly adhered seamlessly to the sword light upon contact, sticking to it, then devouring, gnawing, engulfing, occupying, assimilating.

The Kong Yun Sword’s light visibly struggled to cut through, but failed. That scarlet mist was incredibly, incredibly, incredibly adhesive, shapeless, moving. It couldn’t be split, evaded, or extinguished...

Then.

In merely one or two breaths, the Kong Yun Sword’s light completely vanished.

While the scarlet mist seemed to shine as if having consumed something nourishing, growing stronger.

"What?" Di Qiong’s eyes narrowed sharply, the seriousness on her exquisite face intensified, though without panic, her heart sank slightly.

On site.

After an instant of silence, then...

It erupted!!!

"Yi Fu!"

"Yi Fu!"

"Yi Fu!"

......

Massive crowds of martial cultivators, faces flushed in frenzy, hoarsely roared.