Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 721 - 715: Afraid of Nothing Anymore (16th Update)

Chapter 721: Chapter 715: Afraid of Nothing Anymore (16th Update)

"Shut up!" Chu Xuan shouted in anger, "I’ll be happy serving Brother Su in whatever capacity I choose, you old coot—what’s it to you!"

Qin Feiwu’s expression turned ugly. His attempt to sow discord had failed and it seemed pointless to continue.

"Qin Feiwu, if I were you, I would give up. After all, you don’t stand a chance, do you?" Chu Hong said indifferently.

The stronger ones above high rank were undoubtedly weaker than their own side. Without question, reaching the high stages of the Creation Realm was essentially a direct confrontation between the Xuanfeng Imperial Family and the Wanlong Dynasty.

Eight against three was indeed a significant advantage.

"Uncle Feiwu, what should we do now?" Qin Ke asked quietly beside Qin Feiwu, frowning slightly, feeling somewhat troubled.

It wasn’t just Qin Ke—Sun Xiu, Dai Pengtian, and the others also looked towards Qin Feiwu, waiting for him to make a decision.

"What should we do? Heh heh..." Qin Feiwu smiled smugly, then suddenly his smiling face turned serious and he clapped his hands.

Suddenly!

In the air, sixteen figures abruptly vibrated into existence, sixteen identical figures shrouded in black.

The sixteen individuals kneeled respectfully on the ground and greeted Qin Feiwu, "Your Highness!"

"Rise," Qin Feiwu said lightly. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Chu Hong, "Now then, which way do you think the scales of victory tip?"

Chu Hong’s face was extremely grave, and he was not alone. Chu Kang, Chu Yi, Xu Taotian, and others all wore serious expressions.

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While a single Fifth Level of the Creation Realm cultivator might not be considered particularly formidable, what about sixteen of them?

Whether they liked it or not, the fact was that their own side had suddenly become the weaker one.

Moreover, these sixteen people were most likely the ’Bloodkill Sixteen’ of the Wanlong Dynasty, selected through a brutal method of mutual slaughter from among a hundred and sixty thousand martial arts prodigies, cultivated at the cost of endless martial cultivation resources.

The ’Bloodkill Sixteen’ was terrifyingly fierce, and over the years, their hands had been stained with copious amounts of blood. Each of the sixteen individuals was a bit stronger than their realm, and if they coordinated with each other, even three to five cultivators at the Eighth Layer of the Creation Realm would be hard-pressed to gain any advantage against them.

"This king will say it one more time, hand over that demoness, or you all die!" Qin Feiwu’s voice was deliberate, his face full of cruelty. His gaze swept over Chu Kang, Chu Yi, and the others, "You two old fossils from the Xuanfeng Imperial Family, if I were you, I would take your people and leave. After all, you have no hope, do you? Joining the fight would be futile and would merely mean throwing away your lives for nothing! Worse yet, it would draw the ire of the Wanlong Dynasty, and the Xuanfeng Imperial Family would face their retribution!"

Chu Kang’s and Chu Yi’s solemn, aged faces flickered.

"No!" The Seventh Princess was anxious. She truly feared that the old ancestors might actually take all the followers of the Xuanfeng Imperial Family and make a complete exit, which would spell total disaster.

"Third Prince, it’s your decision," Chu Kang said, taking a deep breath and looking at Chu Hong.

Given the current situation, as Qin Feiwu had said, even if the Xuanfeng Imperial Family joined the battle, the outcome might not be favorable.

Moreover, the Xuanfeng Imperial Family would face potential annihilation.

It was a gamble with a very high chance of losing, yet giving up and withdrawing didn’t sit right with them.

After much deliberation, the old ancestors decided to let the Third Prince Chu Hong make the decision!

"Fight!" Chu Hong was silent for a moment, then he spat out that one word. Perhaps it was irrational, but he decided to be irrational, just this once.

For Seventh Sister, fight one more time.

For Su Chen, fight one more time.

And for the Xuanfeng Imperial Family, fight one more time.

"Utter fools, kill them all!!! The one who contributes the most will get a larger share of that Demon Seed’s blood!" Qin Feiwu no longer had patience; he suddenly roared, revealing his true ferocious nature, "Leave Chu Kang and Chu Yi, those two old bastards to me. Bloodkill Sixteen, you lot are to entangle the Xuanfeng Imperial Family’s five protectors for me. Qin Ke, you are to execute Third Prince Chu Hong. Zhao Lian, you siege. As for the rest, kill them! Kill them all! I, your king, do not want to see any survivors!"

As soon as Qin Feiwu’s words dropped,

Kill!!!

The great battle instantly erupted.

A truly heaven-shaking, earth-shattering battle.

The blood evil energy broke through the heavens, creating a hurricane as it rose.

Chu Kang and Chu Yi charged straight toward Qin Feiwu; their expressions were solemn, and their aura robust. All they wanted to do was to hold off Qin Feiwu, leaving the rest up to Chu Hong, Chen Jianqiong, Qin Zhengzhong, and the others.

That very second, Bloodkill Sixteen moved like a flash of light, akin to sixteen streaks of black radiance, completely surrounding the Xuanfeng Imperial Family’s Elder Huo and the other four protectors.

The sixteen of them formed a killing formation, trapping Elder Huo and the other four protectors within. Although Elder Huo and the others were not likely to be killed or severely injured, breaking through this killing formation quickly would not be easy.

Qin Ke, holding a longsword, let out a wild screech. His swordsmanship was decisive, Sword Intent filled the sky, and his movements were as agile as a dragon. His eyes only had Third Prince Chu Hong in sight as he lunged directly at him.

Chu Hong was expressionless, but his eyes were extremely serious. He knew he couldn’t match Qin Ke alone; the difference was vast. But at this moment, there was only one option left for him: fight! Fight!! Fight!!!

"Seventh Sister, take care of yourself," Chu Hong roared out. With an explosive burst of Mysterious Qi, he vaulted into the air, rushing forward to engage Qin Ke in battle.

"Kill! Kill these trash! Take the Demon Seed! Take Su Chen’s woman! Roar roar roar roar..." Sun Xiu howled and charged into the fray, accompanied by Si Ming, Li Kuangfeng, Wang Nihai, Dai Pengtian, Dong Dao, and others.

"Kill! Let’s kill together!" In that moment, Xu Taotian roared. Beside him stood Chen Jianqiong, Chu Hongding, Song Zhengwei.

"We too shall kill..." Mo Qingwu glanced at Seventh Princess, Qin Li, Lan Su, Liu Xi, Ling Long, Xu Yaoyao, and others, and coldly commanded.

The women nodded emphatically, their faces determined, trembling as they charged forward.

Since they had come today, they were prepared for sacrifice.

No longer afraid of anything.

Perhaps if they really died, they might see Su Chen again.

"Kill, keep on killing! Ahhhhh..." Despite being gravely injured, Zhao Wuwei was still howling like a madman.

He disregarded his own injuries, crazily burning away his lifespan and Essence Blood among other things. Holding a giant blood-colored saber, he swung blindly with his eyes closed. His Mysterious Qi spewed forth recklessly and when it was depleted, he didn’t care whether it was damaging his martial foundation or not; he kept replenishing it with elixirs, bottle after bottle.

In front of Qingyou Pavilion,

It became a battlefield, a scene of utmost carnage.

Blood sprayed wildly, sounds of swords clashing were piercing, screams were vivid, killing intent spread in all directions, Mysterious Qi thundered, the air was obliterated, space was rent asunder...