The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 1091 - 581: Regaining the Initiative (Part 2)

Based on their speed, the other two clan members will arrive in about ten breaths. Chen Heng is farther away and will take about twenty breaths to reach.

The long-faced man began to laugh. Without any further hesitation, he powered up his cultivation base while summoning multiple layers of shields. He also threw a punch and drew a longsword.

It was a giant sword, more than two meters in length, appearing ancient and rugged. The young man picked it up, then swung it in the air, causing a sharp sound to ring from the blade. Killing intent flashed in his eyes as he shot toward Bai Xiaochun at the fastest speed, a malicious smile on his face.

"Killing a selected sect member from the Spiritual Sect will surely be fun! Much more enjoyable than killing random rogue cultivators!" Laughing, he slashed the sword in the air, causing a beam of sword light to fly out, accompanied by a rush of wind. Then, he made a spell gesture with his left hand and pointed his finger, causing a fist-sized fireball to shoot toward Yan Xiaobao.

Despite the heavy rain, the fireball exploded in mid-air with blistering speed. A tremor passed through Yan Xiaobao, and as he turned back to look, a hint of intent flashed in his eyes. He was acutely aware that if he didn't take out this opponent immediately, he couldn't escape.

However, just as Yan Xiaobao turned, the long-faced man suddenly collapsed, a mocking gleam in his eyes. Absolutely no chance for Yan Xiaobao to get close to him. His only goal now was to bide time.

Yan Xiaobao clenched his fists tightly and started running again. However, the long-faced young man quickly intervened, delaying him once more. As time passed, the other two clan members were closing in. When they saw Yan Xiaobao, their cultivation bases surged with power.

Meanwhile, the long-faced young man began to laugh. He didn't dance around as before but unleashed all the speed he could focus. He, along with his two fellow members, charged at Yan Xiaobao.

Qi Condensation Level 8 at three cultivation bases. When Chen Heng saw the killings were unleashed, he felt somewhat relaxed. He was very confident that no matter what trick Yan Xiaobao pulled, he would certainly be killed.

"What a pity," he said calmly. "He didn't even get a chance to grow up." Yet, before he could even blink, his expression flickered.

Even as the three figures closed in on Yan Xiaobao, unleashing various lethal divine abilities and magic, Yan Xiaobao's right hand flashed with a spell. His wooden sword flew at the middle opponent, and he threw a punch at another.

When the wooden sword was blocked, a huge noise erupted. However, the first blow landed, causing the target to tumble, blood spurting from his mouth. Yan Xiaobao also coughed up blood from worsening injuries. However, before he could retreat, the long-faced youth slashed with the longsword, sending a beam of sword light at Yan Xiaobao.

In a critical moment, Yan Xiaobao barely managed to twist his body to avoid his heart being struck. The blade pierced his body, instantly causing sweat to burst out. He trembled, while the long-faced young man began to laugh. Then, as he prepared to pull the sword back, Yan Xiaobao reached out and gripped the blade, pulling himself forward into the hilt.

It was a heavy price to pay, but it brought him directly face-to-face with the long-faced young man, whose head tingled painfully, feeling as if it might explode. The sudden, intense, and lethal crisis infected him. Just as he was about to drop the blade and jump back, a black light appeared when Yan Xiaobao's right hand grabbed the young man's neck.

"You—" the young man said, his eyes wide. Before he could utter another word...

A cracking sound echoed!

His neck was crushed! It all happened so quickly. In the time it takes for a spark to fly off a flint, the number of cultivators at Qi Condensation Level 8 decreased from three to two. The remaining two were breathless but had almost no time to think as they continued to charge at Yan Xiaobao.

As he flew backward, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. He crashed into a tree with a thud, pulling the giant sword from his chest. Swiftly, he slashed it at one of the remaining two opponents. However, his target deftly dodged aside, allowing his companion to approach, his right hand flashing with a spell gesture, unleashing incredible power.

When Yan Xiaobao was sent flying into the air, a surge of heat resonated, spattering blood everywhere. His clothes now completely soaked in blood, the two Luochen Clan cultivators looked down on him. It seemed like an unwinnable situation, but Yan Xiaobao wasn't desperate yet; he was desperately trying to survive. Roaring, he performed a spell gesture, summoning lances, giant axes, and two flying swords.

He used the Violet Qi Cauldron Control Art, viciously slashing the weapons toward his enemies.

The faces of the two Luochen Clan cultivators fell. They quickly unleashed magical techniques, letting an endless black mist burst forth. With a rumbling noise, the magical devices just fired by Yan Xiaobao buzzed. Meanwhile, Yan Xiaobao himself staggered backward, blood seeping from his mouth.

"Time's up!" It was the second time, and the two remaining cultivators were struck. As the power of their cultivation bases surged, they seemed about to take down Yan Xiaobao at any moment.

"Stay alive!" he said, his voice hoarse, a glimmer of madness in his eyes. "I must stay alive!"

His inner spiritual energy flickered on the verge of spilling over completely, but with a roar, he channeled all the power he'd accumulated over years of cultivation, permeating his Qi Path and bones like hundreds of flowing streams.

RUMBLE!

At this point in the battle, Yan Xiaobao hadn't been able to call on these fragments of spiritual energy, but now, at this critical moment, he did. They poured into the main Qi Path, instantly transforming into a massive river. As it coursed through his body, a series of booming sounds erupted within him.

Simultaneously, fluctuations from a Qi Condensation Level 7 cultivation base suddenly burst forth.

When his two opponents, who were at Qi Condensation Level 8, suddenly sensed the fluctuation in his cultivation base, their faces flickered with shock and disbelief.

"A breakthrough in battle!?!?"

"How...how is that possible?!?!?" they said in disbelief as Yan Xiaobao lifted his head, his eyes shining brightly. The surge of spiritual power couldn't heal his wounds, but it could pull him from exhaustion and give him one more chance to escape the situation.

He stepped forward toward the two Luochen Clan cultivators, his right hand covering in black light as he shouted in alarm, releasing a throat-crushing grip.

As one unable-to-dodge opponent was pulled toward Yan Xiaobao's right hand, a cracking sound was heard. It was almost as if an invisible force dragged him to Yan Xiaobao, who immediately crushed his neck.

His companion watched, his scalp tingling with shock. When Yan Xiaobao turned to look at him, the man screamed, his eyes filled with fear as he retreated.

"Crown Prince, save me!!" screamed the sole surviving clan member at Qi Condensation Level 8, seeking help.

At this moment, Chen Heng was still ninety meters away. Seeing what happened, he let out an angry roar.

"Do you want to die??!?"

Yan Xiaobao didn't even look at him; he immediately flashed a spell with his right hand and pointed. Instantly, the fallen magic devices in the area began to tremble, then hum, as if sensing Yan Xiaobao was summoning them.

Then they suddenly flew into the air, much faster than before, accelerating towards the approaching Chen Heng to block his path.

As Chen Heng was forced to deal with these weapons, clanging sounds echoed. He was at Qi Condensation Level 9, but even he couldn't immediately bypass them.

With Chen Heng delayed, Yan Xiaobao closed in on the remaining cultivator. His eyes flashing with deadly intent, he launched a fist strike.

A surge of heat resonated, blood gushing from the man's mouth. He prepared to continue retreating but failed to notice Yan Xiaobao making a spell with his left hand. A wooden sword appeared behind the man, silently closing in before piercing his head with a burst of blood.

As he collapsed to the ground, the man's eyes widened, convulsing slightly, blood flowing out of his mouth. Then his eyes dimmed, and he was dead.

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