I am really not a medical immortal.-Chapter 1386 - 1385: Red Robe Ancestor

"You have a heart of stone, but unfortunately for you, you encountered me!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.

With a flip of his right hand, a golden flame appeared. It was the World-purifying Heavenly Fire, ranked thirteenth on the Heaven and Earth Divine Fire List. After merging with the Shennong Pill Fire and devouring those mutated flames, its power had doubled. As for its current ranking, it could only be determined by fighting the top-ranked divine fires on the list.

"Ah! Third Master, he, he’s a cultivator!" The driver screamed in terror upon witnessing the scene.

"Damn it! Are you an idiot? Why are you just standing there? Hurry and reverse!" Third Master roared.

At this moment, he was scared out of his wits, and in the light, you could vaguely see his face under the illumination.

"He, he’s Zhang Xiaohao from Bai Xue Company! Run!" Third Master shouted with all his might.

"Yes, Third Master." The driver, also terrified, frantically stepped on the gas, eager to escape this place of trouble.

Clank, clank, clank!!!

Forcing the car into reverse, the transmission made a series of violent noises. Fortunately, it was a luxury car, and although the gearbox suffered some damage, it continued to reverse.

"Leaving now? Don’t you think it’s a bit late?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

"Go!" Zhang Xiaohao shouted coldly.

With a flick of his right hand, the World-purifying Heavenly Fire shot out like a meteor, tracing a beautiful arc in the night sky, swiftly heading towards the retreating luxury car. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Ah! You idiot! It’s flying this way! Run!" Third Master screamed in panic.

As the World-purifying Heavenly Fire drew nearer, a flash of ruthlessness crossed Third Master’s eyes. He pushed open the car door and leapt out.

"Ah!!!" Unluckily, as he jumped, one of his legs got caught under the car, causing Third Master to scream in pain.

Whoosh!

Just then, the World-purifying Heavenly Fire brushed past him and landed on the reversing luxury car.

Boom!!!

Flames shot up into the sky, swiftly ascending into the night, and within a dozen breaths, the luxury car was reduced to ashes.

Whoosh!

The World-purifying Heavenly Fire quickly turned around and continued towards Third Master.

"Ah! No! Spare me, Mr. Zhang! I was wrong..."

With a tearing sound!

Before Third Master could finish his plea, the World-purifying Heavenly Fire descended, enshrouding him. His screams echoed like a slaughtered pig.

Within three breaths, Third Master was reduced to nothing, not even a trace of ash remained.

"Return!" Zhang Xiaohao shouted lowly.

With a beckoning of his right hand, the World-purifying Heavenly Fire turned around in the night sky and returned to him.

Hands behind his back, Zhang Xiaohao gazed coldly ahead.

Whoosh!

With a tap of his foot, he stepped on the Twelve Heavenly Steps, transforming into a bolt of lightning and quickly gave chase.

Half an hour later, Zhang Xiaohao stopped above a surging river.

Opposite him stood an elder in a bright red robe, eyeless, standing on the river, hands behind his back and exuding a cold aura.

The powerful aura of the Late Luotian Realm erupted from him, pressing towards Zhang Xiaohao.

"Speak! Why have you brought me here?" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.

Standing calmly on the water, he regarded the other with disdain, unmoved by the pressure exerted upon him.

"Hmph! No wonder you’re so arrogant, it turns out you have some skills!" the Red Robe Ancestor sneered.

"Speak, old man, what do you want with me here?" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.

"Hmph! Such arrogance, to call me an old man, you have some nerve!" the Red Robe Ancestor said darkly.

"Heh." Zhang Xiaohao gave a disdainful chuckle.

"You little brat, listen well, I neither change my name nor alter my surname; I am the Red Robe Ancestor!" the Red Robe Ancestor proclaimed.

"Heh." Zhang Xiaohao chuckled with amusement.

"Hm? Have you not heard of my great name? Listen well, three hundred years ago, I dominated an era! In my presence, no matter how unparalleled their strength, or illustrious their status, all could only meet their end obediently!" the Red Robe Ancestor boasted.

"Are you done?" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.

"Hm? What do you mean?" the Red Robe Ancestor said coldly.

"Since you’re done, now you can die!" Zhang Xiaohao said with murderous intent surging.

"Hmph! Such boastful words from a brat, daring to think you can kill me? Do you even have the ability? I ask you, was it you who killed my beloved disciple?" the Red Robe Ancestor said coldly.

"Too many have fallen by my hand, how should I know which one you’re talking about?" Zhang Xiaohao said disdainfully.

"He was a person of the Dragon Sword, named Moluo Dan, accompanied by two maidservants! Do you remember?" the Red Robe Ancestor said coldly.

"Oh! So you’re referring to that one, yes, it was I who killed him! What, do you want to avenge him?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

"Hmph! You’ve dared to kill my disciple, I will have you sliced into pieces, dismembered!" the Red Robe Ancestor roared darkly.

"Oh, really? You can go join him now." Zhang Xiaohao sneered coldly.

With a tap of his foot, stepping on the Twelve Heavenly Steps, he surged forward fiercely, like a bolt of lightning.

"Regret of the Dragon!" Zhang Xiaohao shouted lowly.

With a violent palm strike, a brilliant Golden Dragon erupted from his palm, roaring towards his opponent.

"Hmph! Your martial skill is decent, but your cultivation is too weak. Such a good technique is wasted in your hands! Once you’re dead, this martial skill will be mine, and with its aid, my strength will at least double." the Red Robe Ancestor said arrogantly.

With a flip of his right hand, a red palm print erupted from his palm, exuding a doomsday-like pressure as soon as it appeared.

"Red Cotton Divine Palm!" the Red Robe Ancestor shouted lowly.

Leaping into the air, a massive red whirlwind, ten feet wide, bore down upon Zhang Xiaohao.

"Die for me!" Zhang Xiaohao coldly snorted.

"Sky Flipping Seal!" With a sweep of his left hand, a golden palm print erupted.

The two attacks, carrying violent power, fiercely bore down upon the Red Robe Ancestor.

Facing the overlord of the Late Luotian Realm, Zhang Xiaohao dared not be careless or overconfident.

Boom!

The two powerful forces clashed, generating a gigantic shockwave that spread in all directions, obliterating everything in its path.

Zhang Xiaohao’s body, under the violent palm strike of the opponent, was pushed backward, retreating seven or eight steps before halting.