Urban Supreme Medical Saint-Chapter 2273 - 2540: An Unexpected Person

As for these enemies, those daring to covet the Pilgrimage Spring, Ren Feifan showed no mercy and slaughtered them all!

Although the elder wasn’t killed, he was forced to retreat by Ren Feifan!

The elder sensed something amiss, forced out a drop of vital blood, made a hand seal, and a formation rune began to burn!

A wave of flames surged towards Ren Feifan instantly!

Upon seeing this scene, Ren Feifan’s lips curled into a smile: "Playing with fire? I’ll accompany you to the end!"

Three streams of Spiritual Fire surged from Ren Feifan’s palm, and when the power reached its peak, he directly hurled it out!

Among the four-colored flames, there were cries of agony, one fiery figure after another howled and struggled in madness. In an instant, each fiery figure turned to ashes, blown away by the wind.

In this fleeting moment, Ren Feifan joined forces and slaughtered most of the people.

Only the wounded elder kept retreating.

"Who are you!"

The elder stopped, bewildered as he pointed at Ren Feifan’s mask.

Ren Feifan sneered coldly, without a hint of mercy, and charged out with his sword piercing the skies!

"Puchi!" A sound, fresh blood gradually stained!

The Ancient Dust Sword pierced through the elder’s body.

Even after killing everyone, Ren Feifan felt no sense of relief.

These people’s strength was not the strongest.

The strongest were still coming, surging toward this direction.

What Senior Dongfang said was right; too many forces covet such a treasure as the Pilgrimage Spring.

He hesitated no longer and hurried in a certain direction before they caught up!

Along the way, Ren Feifan encountered more than just one wave of powers!

His eyes were chilling: kill without pardon! Leave none behind!

The Ancient Dust Sword in his hand continually swung, continually taking lives.

At this moment, the Ancient Dust Sword was death’s scythe; each swing carried the symphony of death, capable of taking souls.

Kill without pardon!

He felt no sympathy whatsoever! In this world, it’s survival of the fittest; losers can only choose death.

If Ren Feifan had no strength, he surely wouldn’t be able to protect the Pilgrimage Spring, and now it would be him being slaughtered!

Slaughter, leave none behind!

A blood-shrouded phantom appeared around him!

Like a reaper in the dark!

No one expected the ghost face to be this terrifying!

Ren Feifan relied on the Xingcheng Divine Vein, forging a bloody path!

Just when he thought he had escaped that group’s pursuit, an angry voice rang out!

"Ghost face, don’t be arrogant!"

Next, several figures swiftly rushed towards him.

"Scram!" In an instant, several figures rushed into the scene, the leading bulky figure struck towards Ren Feifan with a palm.

With one palm, a roaring wind carried a violent and boundless aura.

Feeling the dominance of this palm, Ren Feifan dared not be careless, immediately abandoning the slaughter before him and went to defend.

"Bang..."

With one palm, a rumbling sound resonated, and Ren Feifan was forced back!

Stomp stomp stomp...

The immense force made Ren Feifan’s figure retreat over ten steps before barely stabilizing himself.

"Puchi..."

The blood within churned, his throat felt sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His internal organs seemed dislocated from the powerful shock.

Ren Feifan took a deep breath, forcing down the blood he was about to vomit, and looked up at the middle-aged man attacking him, his gaze icy cold: "We have no grudge or feud, are you certain you want to stop me?"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly: "Ghost face, take off your mask, come with me, Old Qiao at the top of Pilgrimage Mountain wants to see you!"

Ren Feifan knew this Old Qiao.

Han Chen had mentioned, it’s said that there are forces at the top of Pilgrimage Mountain, even Han Chen might need to tread carefully.

Such a big shot seeking him must be for the Pilgrimage Spring.

"You have no right to refuse." The middle-aged man’s eyes were cold, looking at Ren Feifan, he sneered repeatedly.

At this moment, a black shadow rushed rapidly, Ren Feifan initially thought it was an enemy, but found it was Lie!

After coming out, he had searched for a while for Lie but hadn’t found him, thinking he was at the Battlefield of the Chosen, yet surprisingly, this little guy had followed him out!

"Roar..."

Lie rushed out, suddenly biting one person’s foot.

"Ah..."

The heart-wrenching cries sounded instantly, extremely piercing.

In the next moment, the person’s foot was bitten off directly by Lie, blood sprayed fiercely.

"Beast, courting death!" The middle-aged man’s eyes showed killing intent, shouting loudly! His hands combined, pouncing towards Lie.

"Lie, come back!" Ren Feifan shouted loudly.

He didn’t expect that although Lie was small in size, he was so fierce, directly tearing a Martial Artist’s leg!

Roar...

With a roar, Lie used speed at an extreme to dodge the middle-aged man’s strike, body flashed, darting towards Ren Feifan.

Seeing his strike dodged by an animal, the middle-aged man was somewhat furious, rushing towards Ren Feifan and Lie!

"Insignificant ant! Boy, you’re dying!"

Watching the palm of the middle-aged man coming, feeling the towering palm wind, Ren Feifan’s face turned solemn, the power of Xingcheng rose within him, ready for battle.

"Hold on!" At this crucial moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

In the crowd, two figures quickly rushed in, in a blink of an eye they blocked in front of Ren Feifan, shouting towards the rushing middle-aged man.

The appearance of these two people made the middle-aged man’s steps pause, his face looking bad: "Soul Alliance people? Humph, what? You want to stop me?"

Ren Feifan’s expression was also somewhat peculiar!

Because standing before him were the white-clad girl and her maid!

Stepping forward, the white-clad girl spoke indifferently: "A group bullying a chosen one, isn’t it bad."

"It’s best Soul Alliance doesn’t meddle in today’s matter! Do you think you two can stop me? Just the two of you want to protect the ghost face? You don’t have the qualification!"

The white-clad girl smiled slightly, took out a Jade Token, speaking mildly: "Can this Jade Token protect the ghost face and us then?"

The middle-aged man wanted to make a move, but upon seeing the Jade Token in the girl’s hand, his face changed completely!

Because this Jade Token belonged to Old Qiao!