Urban Supreme Medical Saint-Chapter 2280 - 2547: The Greatest Crisis!
This Old Qiao, faced with such a terrifying offensive, didn’t make any response.
Was it because he couldn’t react?
No, definitely not.
One must know that the aura contained within that cold light was enough to make ordinary strong opponents tremble.
"Indeed, the power is immense. No wonder Yu Zhen perished; it seems that’s what happened."
In the tense atmosphere, squinting his eyes and looking at Ren Feifan in the distance, Old Qiao muttered to himself.
However, immediately after, his expression tightened: "It’s just that this move is useless on me. Perhaps, if you had reached Yu Zhen’s level and used this move, you might have made me worry a bit. But now... it’s too weak. The power of Xingcheng is indeed strong, but unfortunately, you can’t control it yet."
"Break." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
As the words fell, just as that cold light had reached Old Qiao and was about to pierce his heart, a cold voice was heard.
Bang...
Immediately, a powerful shockwave burst forth.
That cold snort was like exploding thunder, breaking the world’s silence.
That cold snort was more like a startling wind, shaking the heavens and earth.
Following that cold snort, a momentum as tangible as reality spread out from Old Qiao as the center, toward the surroundings.
Under the powerful shockwave, all the trees within hundreds of meters of Old Qiao were blown away.
Hiss...
As this momentum appeared, some strong opponents hidden in the depths, who were ready to act against Ghost Face, gasped.
Ren Feifan’s eyes widened, pupils dilated infinitely, his face full of disbelief.
He looked into the distance as if he had seen some incredible monster.
Because at this moment, with Old Qiao’s momentum released, standing not far away, Old Qiao’s hands were still hanging down, his expression calm, he still hadn’t acted.
However, that strike, that terrifying light was forcibly frozen in place.
The light stopped as if it was almost touching Old Qiao’s chest.
Buzzing...
Under the terrifying momentum, the light emitted low buzzing sounds.
The light trembled fiercely, as if struggling, as if trying to escape some binding.
But, ultimately, the light could not advance another inch.
This Old Qiao, appearing here, used his powerful momentum to imprison the force of a strike.
Under this momentum, he couldn’t move an inch.
If he faced this strike, he would have almost no hope of survival. Even with a terrifying body, endless magical artifacts, and formidable strength, he would be severely injured. And this is under the condition of full resistance and good luck.
And now, this Old Qiao appearing here, without moving his body, merely used momentum to block the power of a punch.
How could this be possible?
This was almost an unimaginable power for Ren Feifan.
What level had this Old Qiao’s power reached?
Ren Feifan’s eyes opened wide, and he dared not imagine anymore.
"Indeed, the power is truly impressive."
While Ren Feifan and the others were in shock, that Old Qiao revealed a slight smile.
Looking at the dimming light in front of him, he finally spoke again.
With a smile on his lips, his expression remained relaxed.
"Break."
With a light exhale, Old Qiao’s body paused.
Rumble...
The momentum around him finally burst open.
Crack...
Clear sounds resounded, and as these crackling explosions occurred, the light quickly dimmed, eventually turning into endless fragments and disappearing into the heavens and earth.
With mere momentum, he forcibly stopped Ren Feifan’s strike from advancing.
From beginning to end, this Old Qiao did not move, nor did he lift his hands.
Strong.
This is what makes a supreme strong opponent.
Completely a different level of strength.
He seemed like a divine being descending, unmatched!
In this situation, what will happen next is predictable.
Ren Feifan is in peril!
"If I were you, I would turn around and flee now!"
Finally, after coming back to his senses, Old Qiao looked at Ren Feifan and said calmly.
"Flee? Flee your mother!"
Ren Feifan cursed directly!
The next second, the Demon Lord’s Jade Seal appeared in his hand!
A powerful demonic aura was unleashed!
"Ninth Nether Demon, come out for me!"
With a cold snort, the gate of the Ninth Nether suddenly opened, and an imposing momentum soared into the sky.
Rustle... Whoosh...
The wind howled, and the whirlwind roared.
A figure stood in front of Ren Feifan.
Ten zhang tall, with three heads and six arms, mighty and fierce, exuding a violent aura of death.
The Ninth Nether Demon leaped, without saying a word, directly towards Old Qiao!
Old Qiao did not expect Ren Feifan to have such a magical artifact!
This ghost-face youth, what’s his origin?
He looked deeply at Ren Feifan: "Perhaps, I should wipe you out! Because keeping you is too big a threat to me!"
Old Qiao suddenly said.
His tone became gloomy this moment.
A flicker of killing intent flashed in his eyes.
That vast aura burst out, enveloping Ren Feifan and the Ninth Nether Demon.
That aura was like a massive mountain, pressing down on Ren Feifan, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Ninth Nether Demon, kill this undead old thing at all costs!"
"Yes, Demon Lord!"
The next second, the staff in the Ninth Nether Demon’s hand exploded, carrying the aura of the Ninth Nether towards Old Qiao!
Meanwhile, Ren Feifan didn’t remain idle, gripping the Ancient Dust Sword, moving to strike!
However, due to simultaneously invoking the Demon Lord’s Jade Seal, his Dantian’s True Qi rapidly disappeared!
Moreover, he had suffered backlash from the Soul-Devouring Golden Needle and the Bow of the Saint Moon!
Now, he could only hold on for one minute!
The wild force in Ren Feifan’s hand swept out!
"Boom!"
Gales of energy erupted!
As soon as the Ninth Nether Demon’s staff erupted, the entire ground trembled!
Almost tearing apart!
But Old Qiao, after all, was a top expert of the Pilgrimage Mountain, and the combined power of the Ninth Nether Demon and Ren Feifan did not cause any serious injury!
"Kid, you were already injured, and you want to kill me? Even with magical artifacts, it’s useless! Dream on! Die!"
Old Qiao suddenly summoned a golden bell!
The golden bell smashed towards the Ninth Nether Demon and Ren Feifan, while Old Qiao launched a palm strike!
Each bell toll was louder and more intense than the last.
Unbounded shockwaves materialized, ravaging in all directions.
Dust filled the sky, the world warped.
Thousands of strands of black light, giving birth to endless killers, surged out.
Blades and swords, spears and horses.
The battle had reached its most intense stage.
Rumble...
Bursts of explosions sounded, in fierce sonic wave clashes, the roaring did not cease.
In just one minute, Old Qiao hadn’t injured Ren Feifan! But Ren Feifan and the Ninth Nether Demon also hadn’t seriously hurt the opponent!
Ren Feifan was soaked through, his Dantian’s True Qi exhausted again!
