The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 1095 - 583: Slightly Superior

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As soon as the frying pan appeared, the blood-colored blade slammed into it, a deafening roar arose. The blood-colored blade began to vibrate violently... then shattered into countless pieces!

As for the turtle, not even the tiniest crack appeared on its surface, although the force of the attack turned it into a black beam, shooting into Yan Xiaobao's body.

"Impossible!!" Tremors passed through Chen Heng, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, a look of disbelief on his face. When he released the magic, he was already in a weakened state, and now that it was broken, the rebound force struck him fiercely, instantly erasing his spiritual power and darkening his vision. "What... what is that thing!?!?"

"A turtle shell, you bastard!" Yan Xiaobao stood there roaring, clinging tightly to life. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth as he stood there, swaying back and forth. He stepped back, slid down from the tree trunk, sat down, and began to laugh in pain. "Too bad, I don't have any weapons..." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

He could feel his life force gradually fading away, and his vision was swimming. He thought of summoning his Wooden Sword, but there was no energy left at all. The summoned turtle had already taken his last spiritual power. He couldn't even open his satchel.

"I don't care what secrets you have, once you're dead, everything you have belongs to me." Chen Heng said, breathing raggedly. He was also like an oil lamp running dry, although he was slightly more advantageous than Yan Xiaobao's position. After a few breaths, he struggled to stand, pulled out a long sword from his hand, picked it up, and began walking towards Yan Xiaobao.

Yan Xiaobao watched him silently, his eyes somewhat vacant. He recalled life in his village, then thought of Big Fatty Zhang. He remembered Li Qinghou of the Spirit Sect and other miraculous figures he knew. Du Lingfei, Hou Yunfei, Hou Xiaomei...

Chen Heng approached slowly, then looked down at Yan Xiaobao, who was already emitting a powerful aura. He could see that Yan Xiaobao was already scarred all over, he didn't even have enough spiritual energy to open his satchel.

"Remember my name. I am the one who killed you... Chen Heng of the Luochen Clan." He raised the sword, which he could typically flick out with a sleeve effortlessly, but now it felt particularly heavy. "It's a wonderful feeling to be able to kill an elector."

Chen Heng was so exhausted that he was on the brink of extinction, but as he thrust the sword towards Yan Xiaobao's chest, his eyes shone with a cruel light.

However, just as he did so, Yan Xiaobao suddenly turned his left arm, slamming it fiercely into the ground. Bones broke, with one even piercing through his skin about three inches.

Then he staggered to his feet, pushing his left arm with the last bit of his energy. Even as the sword pierced his chest, his arm slammed into Chen Heng's neck, the bone... directly piercing into his throat.

Then Yan Xiaobao fell to the ground, energy completely depleted, completely slipping into unconsciousness.

Tremors passed through Chen Heng. Everything happened too fast, leaving no time to prepare or react, he was too exhausted to dodge. Once the bone pierced his neck, blood started pouring out onto the ground. He tried to cover the wound, but to no avail. Staring at the jagged bone extending from Yan Xiaobao's arm, covered in his blood, he couldn't help but marvel at the absurdity of the situation. It didn't even seem possible. Eyes flashing with unyielding light, he recalled all the goals and pursuits of his life, then laughed.

"That's your dying strike, ha..." He wobbled and fell to the ground, dead, his eyes staring at the sky. In the depths of the Nameless Mountain jungle, the rain finally began to lessen. By evening, it had stopped, the sunset creating a slight rainbow.

However, as the sun set, the rainbow gradually disappeared.

The jungle was quiet. Even the stench of blood faded. However, the path lined with bodies stretching backward testified to the deadly battle that had occurred.

As Chen Heng slipped into death, his eyes continued to shine with an unyielding, incredulous expression.

Beside his corpse, Yan Xiaobao lay silently, motionless. The flame of his life force was about ninety percent extinguished, leaving only a small spark, struggling to stay alive.

Eventually, footsteps could be heard from afar. Someone walked through the muddy rainwater and fallen leaves, finally stopping beside Chen Heng.

It was an older man wearing a long black robe. His white hair flowing, his face full of wrinkles, making him appear very ancient. Clearly, he had lived a long time, and the aura of death had seeped from him.

"Intense focus has solidified his soul... He's dead, but his soul hasn't dissipated. But it won't last long." The man's voice was piercing, yet also blurred, strangely echoing through the jungle. Suddenly, Chen Heng's corpse's forehead cracked open, a gust of green air wafted out. It swirled together in midair, forming a vague image of a soul, about the size of a palm.

It was Chen Heng, though his eyes were vacant, trembling as if his thoughts and consciousness had vanished.

The old man extended a finger, and Chen Heng's soul flew towards him, disappearing inside.

After taking Chen Heng's soul, the mysterious old man looked at Yan Xiaobao, emotions mixed on his face. He even seemed to be reminiscing about the past.