Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 687 - 681: Can You Hurry Up? (6 Updates)

In a flash.

Boom!!!

A dull sound abruptly rippled through the air.

The sound waves trembled, like a sky-high Demon Beast roaring, and in the hall, the Spirit Fruits, wines, meats, and more on the tables seemed to weather instantly, shattered into streams of air by the vibrations.

Not only that, the terrifying sound waves even penetrated the ears of all the Martial Cultivators present, tearing one eardrum after another. Many Martial Cultivators covered their ears, but they couldn’t stop the blood from flowing out.

Even more horrifying was that the ceiling directly above the great hall had been completely lifted by the force of the sound waves.

The terrifying sound waves soared into the sky, swirling upwards, reaching the Nine Heavens.

Accompanied by such a momentum.

In everyone’s eyes.

They saw.

Su Chen, motionless, not even a flicker on the hem of his garment, his smile and expression unchanged, his gaze still fixed on Qin Tu without even a glance at Wu Li.

Looking at Wu Li.

At that moment, Wu Li was missing an arm; his arm had turned into a mist of blood during the instant their fists collided.

Half of Wu Li’s body was gone, he was flung against the corner wall of the grand hall, embedded deeply into the metallic wall, barely alive, blood streaming, a pitiful sight, hardly human-shaped.

Inside the grand hall.

There was already an ultimate shock and horror!!!

Not a single person spoke a word.

Everyone, as if in a dream, just stared at Su Chen, fixatedly...

Too terrifying.

Su Chen’s strength was beyond imagination, beyond the limits of thought, making it utterly unacceptable.

Even the Xuanfeng Emperor experienced a brief distraction.

Consort Yun’s beautiful eyes twinkled, staring at Su Chen, with shock deep in her gaze.

Of course, the most shocked was Qin Tu.

Other people at least knew Su Chen was a formidable Martial Cultivator, a Monster, after all, Su Chen had easily defeated Jian Yi before, which had proven his strength.

But Qin Tu and the other geniuses from the three great dynasties didn’t know!

They had just arrived.

They had thought Su Chen was garbage, a troublemaker sent here who could be abandoned or sacrificed at any time.

But who could have expected...

This feeling, it’s just like a poor orphan, about to starve to death, suddenly being visited one day by a lawyer, telling him that he is the only son of the world’s richest man, about to inherit a fortune worth billions.

Such an extreme reversal made Qin Tu’s mind nearly explode!!!

He stood there, motionless, his mouth agape, staring at Su Chen, his heartbeat reaching its peak.

Furthermore.

Su Chen’s hand, clearly against Wu Li’s fist, why was it completely unscathed?

This simply couldn’t be explained!

The Mysterious Qi of Wu Li contained poison and fire, which were extremely terrifying. In the Wanlong Dynasty, none of the younger generation dared to come into direct contact with Wu Li’s Mysterious Qi.

Even Qin Tu himself didn’t dare.

Yet Su Chen... not only did he come into contact with it, he was also completely unharmed. Hell, it really was like seeing a ghost!

However, for Su Chen, it was within expectations.

First, fire — he wasn’t afraid of it, he even enjoyed it. True Fire Body Refinement, after all. He craved fire. Moreover, the fire within Wu Li’s Mysterious Qi was merely of an ordinary True Fire level, far too weak.

Second, poison — he feared it even less. His physique was extremely special, practically immune to all poisons. Furthermore, he had absorbed Divine Demon Essence Blood. Even if the poison in Wu Li’s Mysterious Qi was a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger, it meant nothing to him.

In that silence, under everyone’s gaze, Su Chen touched his nose, "Well, Fourth Prince, you see, I already said, let both of them fight against me alone, but you had to be polite. Thus, he lost. What a pity, now there’s only you left. Are you going to fight or not? Don’t worry, even if you don’t fight, I won’t mock you. After all, you’re just the Fourth Prince of the Wanlong Dynasty, not the Crown Prince, right?"

"You... you..." Qin Tu’s chest heaved violently, almost unable to breathe. One reason was the shock, another was a certain fear, but most of it was anger.

Su Chen’s mocking was blatant and unmasked!

When had he ever been mocked like this?

"Fourth Prince, a prince of the Wanlong Dynasty struggling even to speak without stuttering? You’re not an impostor, are you?" Su Chen’s gaze was odd, somewhat suspicious.

Another provocation! freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Qin Tu completely lost his rationality in an instant.

His eyes even began to show veins of blood.

"I’ll kill you!!!" Qin Tu roared furiously, swinging his longsword with all his strength.

Suddenly.

A Sword Light, like a strange specter, suddenly permeated the air, rapidly expanding within it.

That sword momentum carried a destructive air, constantly absorbing the Spiritual Energy from the surroundings.

In an instant, the Spiritual Energy of the entire hall seemed to be drained, filling the air with a stagnant, decaying scent of ruin and death.

Yet, that Sword Light grew ever brighter.

And the Sword Light didn’t rush to attack Su Chen, but floated in the air, as if through instantaneous movement, flickering between the Void and Real Space, strangely tingling the scalp.

"Shua shua shua!"

Following that, Qin Tu didn’t stop at all, but struck again with his sword, continuously swinging the longsword, one strike after another, ninety-nine in total.

Those sword lights, like the first one, strangely coiled in the air, continuously absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Not just within the great hall, but the Spiritual Energy of the entire palace seemed to be on the verge of being completely absorbed, all of the air deadened, as if buried for eons.

Even more terrifyingly, the weapons in the hands of the hundreds of martial arts geniuses in the hall all began to screech and tremble, not just the swords, but also knives, spears, staffs, and other weapons resonating together.

Quite swiftly.

A full hundred Sword Lights surrounded Su Chen.

All those Sword Lights were of a silvery white color, each blade’s light silent, with not even a hint of sword intent or sword momentum leaking, almost illusory.

But oddly enough, in the entire hall except for the Xuanfeng Emperor and Consort Yun, almost everyone else felt an intense tingling of the scalp, a bone-chilling coldness, feeling deep inside a sense of danger, as if their lives were no longer under their own control.

Qin Tu’s face then settled into complete calmness. The previous shock, fear, and more had all vanished. His face was expressionless, like that of a Wizard, waving a longsword, as it coiled through the air, the hundred Sword Lights surrounding Su Chen coiling as well.

In this infinite danger, this chilling and deathly silence, while everyone else was ducking their heads, sweating profusely, Su Chen suddenly sighed out of sheer boredom, "I say, Fourth Prince, that, can you hurry it up? I’ve been waiting for you until now, is this how all the martial cultivators of the Wanlong Dynasty fight, dragging things out like this?"

[Continued excitement tomorrow, stay tuned for more!]