Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 723 - 717: Indescribable (18th Update)

"Huff, huff, huff..." Lan Su and her companions finally caught their breath, gasping deeply as their bodies were soaked in blood.

"Take the elixir, and rest a bit!" Mo Qingwu passed the elixir given by the Seventh Princess to Lan Su.

"Thank you!" Lan Su expressed her gratitude, her beautiful eyes lighting up for a moment, having thought before that she was going to die.

It was in that second.

Suddenly.

A figure charged forward out of the blue.

It was a Martial Cultivator from the Sun Family, who had seen red in his killing frenzy and was severely injured. Catching sight of Mo Qingwu and the other girls, his mind buzzed, and he rushed over without hesitation, self-detonating as he got close.

Boom!

Amidst the booming echo.

Lan Su, Gu Qiushui, and Xia Xi were thrown backward, landing on the ground, barely clinging to life.

Mo Qingwu fared slightly better, but her shoulder, collarbone, and neck were also smeared with blood, her ribs all broken.

Pfft!

Mo Qingwu’s delicate body swayed, feeling darkness closing in before her eyes, about to pass out.

Just then.

"Die for me!" Far away, Qin Ke became agitated and roared, as his murderous intent coalesced. He was stronger than Chu Hong, and the fact that Chu Hong could hold out until now was no small feat. Qin Ke seized the opportunity and plunged his sword into Chu Hong’s chest.

"Die!!!" Qin Ke, in his excitement, wanted to twist the longsword, but Chu Hong suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the blade that had pierced him. He couldn’t let Qin Ke twist the sword; otherwise, he would die, as the blade was only a hair’s breadth from his heart.

"Can you stop it?" Qin Ke laughed madly, his face smeared with gruesome blood, resembling a devil as he forcefully pressed against Chu Hong.

Scrape, scrape, scrape...

Chu Hong staggered backward, blood gushing from his mouth as if it cost him nothing.

"Not good!" Chu Kang, who was fighting alongside Chu Yi, suddenly changed his expression. He saw Chu Hong in mortal danger, teetering on the brink of death, and without a second thought, he dashed towards where Chu Hong and Qin Ke were fighting.

"Hmph, Chu Yi, you’re alone now, die!" Qin Feiwu was pleasantly surprised, his sinister blood-red eyes filled with cruel murderous intent. He took a deep breath, his Mysterious Qi held back not a whit, surging entirely towards his broadsword.

"Ha!" Qin Feiwu slashed down with his blade.

Chu Yi held his breath.

Danger.

Without Chu Kang, he was no match for Qin Feiwu himself.

Chu Yi could only forcibly raise his longsword, employing all his strength for a swing, trying desperately to block Qin Feiwu’s slash.

Alas, it indeed was a vain attempt!

Clang!

The blade fell.

Chu Yi was sent flying backward, his arm trembling fiercely, a crack forming atop his longsword.

"Die!!!" Qin Feiwu, seizing his advantage, stepped forward through the air, his murderous intent swelling, the blade in his hand boiling hot, as blinding as the scorching sun.

"Go!" He delivered another slash.

Chu Yi blocked again.

This time he managed to parry it.

However, the moment he did, Chu Yi felt despair. Why despair? Because he had managed to block what he should not have been able to, he knew it well. And once he did, it indicated that it was a feint.

Indeed.

Thump!

At that same instant, Qin Feiwu appeared beside Chu Yi like a specter, his blade positioned at Chu Yi’s neck.

Chu Yi’s breath stopped abruptly!

Death!

Chu Yi was dead!

And at that moment, Chu Kang’s form visibly shuddered. He felt Chu Yi’s death. In fact, the moment he left Chu Yi’s side to save Chu Hong, the outcome was sealed.

But he still chose to save Chu Hong.

Chu Hong was hope.

He is the most outstanding existence of the royal family’s generation.

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, the first prince, second prince, and third prince of this generation are all excellent, but their merits differ. However, for Chu Kang and Chu Yi, the old ancestors, only Third Prince Chu Hong was worthy of their attention.

After all, this is a world of martial arts cultivation!

In the final analysis, martial arts is everything.

The talent for martial cultivation of Third Prince Chu Hong is truly astonishing.

He can’t die.

If Chu Hong died, the Xuanfeng Imperial Family would decline for ten thousand years.

As for Chu Kang and Chu Yi, if they died, so be it, they were old already, with no potential left and nearing the end of their lifespans.

In an instant, Chu Kang suppressed the sorrow in his heart and made a swift strike with his sword.

Crack!!!

His sword landed on the one Qin Ke had thrust into Chu Hong’s chest.

The sword broke.

Chu Hong survived, though he fell back, gravely injured and close to death.

Chu Kang reached Chu Hong’s side and made him take an elixir.

"Third Prince, Chu Yi is dead!" said Chu Kang in a heavy tone, "We have been defeated. We’ve lost."

Indeed!

They had indeed lost.

With Chu Yi’s death, Qin Feiwu became invincible.

With Qin Feiwu present, all of their own strong combatants would swiftly be dealt with.

And with Chu Yi’s death,

Everyone in front of Qingyou Pavilion stopped at the same time.

Pools of blood everywhere, and bodies strewn across the ground; none of the survivors were unharmed.

"Chu Kang, you have lost!" roared Qin Feiwu, "Do you still want to struggle?"

Chu Kang remained silent, helping Chu Hong back to their side instead.

"How many people have died?" Chu Kang surveyed the scene, including the sight of Xuu Taotian who had lost an arm, and asked.

Xuu Taotian replied hoarsely:

"Out of the three thousand from Holy Spirit Academy, one thousand two hundred have died."

"The Qin Family, Lan Family, Leiming Sect, and others have also suffered more than half casualties."

"Of the Burning Heaven Sect’s three thousand disciples, there are only a few hundred left now."

"Chu Hongding has self-detonated!"

"Lan Xiangnan is still hanging in there by a thread!"

"One of the Leiming Sect’s Supreme Elders and two Elders have died in battle!"

"Three of the Qin Family’s stewards have also died in battle!"

"Among the Xuanfeng Imperial Family’s five stewards, two have suffered extremely serious injuries!"

.........

Tragic!

Too tragic!

So tragic it’s indescribable.

"Chu Kang, if we continue to fight, we might pay some price, but all of you will die!" Qin Feiwu said hoarsely, his killing intent as oppressive as a mountain, weighing down the air.

"Qin Feiwu, are you so certain that Su Chen is dead?! If he isn’t!! You harmed his woman and child, do you know what your fate will be? Do you know what the fate of the Wanlong Dynasty royal family will be?" Chu Kang shouted.

"I know!" Qin Feiwu licked his lips, "But even if I give up now, given Su Chen’s character, if he’s still alive, won’t he seek revenge? The fate of the Wanlong Dynasty’s royal family will still be to perish. So, why shouldn’t I bet that he’s already dead? This is a gamble to begin with. If I win, my Wanlong Dynasty can prosper for myriad generations; if I lose, the Wanlong Dynasty may well be doomed."

"You... The Wanlong Dynasty royal family will regret this!" Chu Kang felt a chill, seeing that these people had gone mad, their humanity lost in pursuit of power.

"Let them regret it then! Chu Kang, what’s your choice? I’ll give you one last chance!" Qin Feiwu spoke deliberately, "Gu Yuan and the child in her womb must be handed over! There is no room for negotiation!"