Urban Supernatural Medical Saint-Chapter 1017: Auspicious Star Descends

Yang Qiu couldn’t help but be taken aback.

Zhou Qirong’s true colors did indeed show in the end.

Having come all the way here, even risking their lives, who among them isn’t here for the Holy Spirit?

As for Yao Tianzhao, it’s more understandable, he knows he lacks the ability and strength to compete for the last remaining relic Holy Spirit of the Moon Breath Ancient Land.

For Zhou Qirong, it seems too unjust.

From start to finish, he has been exerting his efforts.

At this point, not only must he work, but he also needs to sacrifice his Holy Artifact. Just to help the Yang family kill someone.

To put it bluntly—

Why should he?!

Just because you’re the Void Saint?

The Great Zhou Royal Family isn’t that easy to bully!

Is Zhou Qirong a man afraid of death?

No!

Seeing Zhou Qirong hesitating, he said, "Old Yang... I am sorry that your disciple died tragically here. However, this world is survival of the fittest. Who wouldn’t want this Holy Spirit! I respect you as the Void Saint, but that doesn’t mean I have to give this Holy Spirit to you! Make your decision quickly... Without me, you can’t defeat this Ordinary Blood!"

Upon hearing this.

Yang Qiu’s expression slightly changed. He turned to look at Zhou Qirong and said solemnly:

"Though it is said that finders have shares, those destined will gain it... this Holy Spirit has already chosen Yang Wen as its master. And I have exhausted all my power to bring this Holy Spirit down from the Energy Storm. Now you want to take it from my hands... do you think that’s possible?"

"Fine! Then you can continue guarding the Holy Spirit, don’t expect me to help!" Zhou Qirong stood with hands behind his back.

In front.

Xu Zhaopei and Ye Wenjun were closing in step by step.

They’re about to be right in front of him.

If Xu Zhaopei surrounds them.

By then, it would be too late for regrets!

The Ordinary Blood can restore you to your original form.

By that time, even a Holy Artifact would be useless.

Yang Qiu sneered, "I thought the Great Zhou Royal Family had backbone, but never expected them to be so shallow... Do you really think I can’t deal with them? You underestimate the Void Saint cultivators too much! I ask for your help merely out of not wanting to waste my energy... Also, standing before you is the enemy of your Great Zhou Royal Family! Yet you don’t act... Whether I make a move or not, your outcome won’t be good!

Zhou Qirong was startled.

If Yang Qiu died, could he possibly remain alive?

Fang Yu even killed Zhou Tianshuo, and could kill him too.

If Yang Qiu didn’t die! Not making a move this time would mean offending him.

Besides, how could Yang Qiu not have a trump card!?

This is a Void Saint-level cultivator after all.

Thinking of this.

Zhou Qirong frowned deeply, daringly said: "Fine... Old Yang, remember your promise! I may do without the Holy Spirit!"

"Rest assured, I promise you in the name of the Yang family’s Great Elder!"

The two agreed in one accord.

At this time.

Zhou Qirong walked forward, raising a hand.

The Eight-foot spear appeared once more.

This time, unlike before, the Eight-foot spear bore stripes of yellow light. It was like flames.

"Be careful." Fang Yu reminded.

This signifies he is preparing to burn his Holy Artifact.

Unleashing the Holy Artifact to kill Xu Zhaopei in front of him.

Ye Wenjun quickly stepped in front of Xu Zhaopei, and a Vigorous Qi Shield blocked Xu Zhaopei.

"Huh?" Zhou Qirong was startled.

Why was Ye Wenjun unaffected?

This puzzled him.

Yang Qiu too was looking at Ye Wenjun with a face full of amazement.

His brow furrowed suddenly.

"Want to kill someone, better check if I’m willing..." Ye Wenjun said coldly.

Full Saint realm Ye Wenjun was enough to give Zhou Qirong a headache.

Zhou Qirong’s eyes widened, turning to Yang Wen, saying: "Old Yang is inconvenient to act now, Yang Wen, why are you still dazed? Put down the Holy Spirit and deal with this white-clothed woman, while I kill the red-clothed woman!"

Yang Wen was taken aback for a moment.

He was extremely unwilling to put down the Holy Spirit.

This is his only chance to become the Void Saint, after being tormented for tens of thousands of years in the Secret Realm, cultivating bitterly every day, suffering hardships, even feeling like turning into a pervert, all for becoming the Void Saint, to become a respected cultivator.

Nowadays, this goal is right in his hands, how could he put it down?

While he hesitated, Yang Qiu’s voice rang out—

"Yang Wen, help General Zhou!"

"Yes!"

He could refuse others, but he could never refuse Yang Qiu’s command.

Yang Wen slowly placed the Holy Spirit on the ground.

Gave a glance at his brother Yang Wu, whom he had shattered his internals with Inner Essence, his eyes turned cold.

Yang Wu had died, he was the only heir, would he be afraid of others snatching this Holy Spirit?

If these people before him didn’t die, he could never peacefully obtain the inheritance of the Holy Spirit!

Yang Wen stood up, charged with Inner Essence towards Ye Wenjun without saying a word.

Ye Wenjun leapt, facing him.

Xu Zhaopei wanted to help Ye Wenjun... but she suddenly realized, the weapon in Zhou Qirong’s hand was like a cruise missile, perpetually targeting her, once she moved, that thing would undoubtedly give her a fatal blow.

This was a terrifying feeling.

Xu Zhaopei had never experienced such fear, making her uneasy.

Thus, she fixed her eyes on that Eight-foot Snake Spear!

Buzz.

Buzz buzz...

Ye Wenjun was diverted by Yang Wen’s frenzied Inner Essence discharge!

Amidst this gap.

The Eight-foot Snake Spear rose into the air.

The vibration frequency suddenly increased.

Swoosh—

The Eight-foot Snake Spear shot past like a genuine python towards Xu Zhaopei.

"Die!"

Ye Wenjun tried to turn back to save!

She had thought everything was under her control.

At this moment.

Unexpectedly, Yang Qiu suddenly lifted his hand and struck out with a palm.

"Scram!"

Boom!

Ye Wenjun retreated mid-air!

Yang Wen, seeing this, rushed maniacally forward.

Fang Yu’s eyes narrowed, this old bastard Yang Qiu actually still wielded power!

Exactly how terrifying is the Void Saint level!

...

Xu Zhaopei shrieked, mobilizing her entire Inner Strength, attempting to resist this Holy Artifact!

Bang!

The Eight-foot Snake Spear struck her chest!

Xu Zhaopei’s Inner Strength instantly dissipated, flinging her backward!

Puff!

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted skyward!

"Peipei!"

Fang Yu forcibly urged Spiritual Energy, rushing over urgently!

"Miss Xu!" Ye Wenjun was aghast!

Zhou Qirong, successful in one strike, felt elated and said, "When a cultivator’s Qi Sea burns, it can enhance the cultivator’s power! When an Artifact Spirit burns, it can enhance the Holy Artifact’s might... Rest in peace! That was just a calf trying a knife... this time is the real deal!"

As he spoke.

The snake spear in Zhou Qirong’s hand turned even more crimson.

Seeing this scene.

Fang Yu knew he couldn’t wait any longer!

He stretched out his arm!

"Dragon Roar Sword!"

A powerful gust swept up.

Fang Yu swiftly approached and caught Xu Zhaopei!

"Peipei..."

Under the onslaught of the Gang Wind, clothes tore!

On the wrist, that dragon-shaped mark, shined brilliantly!

Zhou Qirong stomped, standing stunned!

His eyes widened!

Thoughts involuntarily went to the words the Zhou King said to him—the lucky star of the Great Zhou Royal Family has descended, if you meet him, you must win him over at all costs! He had a distinctive feature: a dragon-shaped birthmark on his wrist!

This... how is it possible?!