Invincible Little School Doctor Chapter 2090: Are You Sure?

Despite being at the Early Stage of Immortal Transformation, Ye Haochuan, utilizing the Manual of Returning to the Origin of Wondrous Flowers alongside various other techniques, could effortlessly overpower cultivators in the Mid-Stage of Immortal Transformation. However, confronting those in the Late Stage remained a considerable challenge.

Thus, upon witnessing Mus, who was in the Late Stage of Immortal Transformation, launching an assault, Ye Haochuan instinctively grew wary.

The Nine-Tailed Sword Qi sliced through the fiery barrier, yet its potency was significantly diminished, allowing the Fallen Angel, armed with a trident, to easily parry the attack.

"You were quite arrogant a moment ago, weren't you? Try that again!"

Having successfully thwarted the Nine-Tailed Sword Qi's defense, the Fallen Angel’s arrogance resurfaced.

Ye Haochuan offered no verbal response, instead turning his attention to Mus and inquiring, "I harbor no ill will towards you; why then do you seek to trouble me?"

"Indeed, I have no personal grievance with you, but you are a Yellow Skin, and I am a noble Caucasian. It is my ordained duty to suppress Yellow Skins!"

Mus gazed at Ye Haochuan with evident disdain. "Furthermore, you dared to attempt the slaying of the Lord Heavenly Emissary. If I do not eliminate you, will I not become an outcast among the White People Clan?"

"His cultivation is not even superior to yours, so why do you address him as 'lord'?" Ye Haochuan queried with curiosity.

The Fallen Angel proudly interjected, "While my cultivation may not surpass his, I am a noble Angel. To be precise, he can only be regarded as a servant to the Angels!"

"I implore you, do not cling to any vain hopes. He will absolutely not defy my God's commands."

Upon hearing this, Ye Haochuan appeared to grasp a deeper understanding.

The combat methodology of this Fallen Angel was clearly designed to accommodate both close-quarters and ranged engagements. In contrast, other cultivators like Mus were either knights or mages. From any perspective, the Fallen Angel's approach to combat appeared more refined.

It seemed probable that Mus's admiration for the Fallen Angel stemmed, at least in part, from this very attribute.

In reality, Ye Haochuan's conjecture was not amiss. The Heavenly Emissary Clan could be considered the preeminent bloodline among the Caucasian people. This exalted lineage permitted them to cultivate the more perfected techniques exclusive to the Angelic race.

As for the others, their innate bloodline qualifications precluded them from mastering both martial and magical arts simultaneously, necessitating a choice of a singular path.

And it was precisely due to this unique bloodline, irrespective of their cultivation level, that the Angel Clan occupied a position of supremacy in this world.

"If that is the case, further words are unnecessary. Let us commence the battle!" Ye Haochuan declared with a cold tone.

Regardless of the circumstances, he was determined to subdue this Fallen Angel to facilitate the restoration of Lin Qingxuan's innate potential.

Although he possessed the capability to seize the potential of other infants for Lin Qingxuan, how could such borrowed potential possibly compare to her original, inherent capabilities?

"Ignorant fool!" Mus scoffed, once again conjuring a serpentine flame with his demonic staff.

The fire serpent appeared to possess an independent sentience, emitting a hiss as it lunged towards the Nine-Tailed Phantom immediately upon its manifestation.

The Nine-Tailed Phantom exhibited no apprehension. Its constituent Nine-Tailed Swords, at times dispersing and at times coalescing, rendered its movements unpredictable.

"Gale Immortal Canon!"

Propelled by winds generated at his feet, Ye Haochuan ascended into the air, launching an attack against Mus.

While this Gale Immortal Canon in the Immortal Realm merely facilitated swift ground traversal, here, it rendered aerial movement effortlessly achievable.

This technique represented Ye Haochuan's ultimate trump card in the current engagement.

Although a mage's offensive capabilities were formidable, their vulnerability in close combat was a clear weakness. Should Ye Haochuan successfully close the distance to Mus with sufficient speed, victory was within his grasp.

Regrettably, the Fallen Angel seized the opportune moment, intercepting Ye Haochuan's advance.

The Fallen Angel's offensive repertoire lacked any constraints related to range, and its prowess in melee combat was equally significant.

Had this confrontation occurred at an earlier juncture, Ye Haochuan would not have dared to employ such a direct approach, as he could have easily cleaved the Fallen Angel in twain at any given moment.

However, with Mus providing support, any misstep on his part would be instantly covered by Mus, who would seize the opening to counter-attack Ye Haochuan.

After several more exchanges, remarkably, neither combatant managed to secure a decisive advantage.

"From whence did this individual emerge? How can he possess such formidable strength?" Both Mus and the Fallen Angel expressed their disbelief.

Ye Haochuan, however, felt a measure of relief.

He discerned that Mus's combat prowess did not truly align with that of a Late Stage Immortal Transformation cultivator as found in the Immortal Realm. Beyond a marginally enhanced destructive force, Mus presented no substantial threat. In the absence of their current partnership, Ye Haochuan could have dispatched Mus with relative ease.

Yet, the present situation posed a degree of complexity. He found himself unable to overcome the combined assault of Mus and the Fallen Angel in a swift manner.

Following several additional rounds of combat, Ye Haochuan began to entertain concerns.

This was, after all, the territory of the White People. Who could say whether Mus and the Fallen Angel might have summoned reinforcements?

The stalemate between the two sides meant that any additional participant would undoubtedly lead to his defeat.

"Finally, complete darkness has descended!"

Gazing at the darkening sky, Ye Haochuan's lips curled into a sinister smile.

"Do you believe that the arrival of night grants you an opportunity to flee?"

The Fallen Angel let out a cold sneer. "Let me enlighten you, mortal. Night is the very cradle of us Fallen Angels. As darkness falls, my power amplifies tremendously—you are as good as dead!"

"Are you so certain of that?" Ye Haochuan chuckled softly, his form then beginning to dissolve, ultimately vanishing into the ethereal void.

"How can this be?" The Fallen Angel, unable to detect Ye Haochuan's whereabouts, was instantly consumed by panic.

"Guardian of Flames!"

Mus, with a slight frown, uttered a few incantations, conjuring two fiery whips that immediately coiled around both the Fallen Angel and himself, maintaining a vigilant watch against any unseen threats.

The moment the fiery whips materialized, they began to move with increased speed around Mus.

As if receiving an unspoken cue, Mus swiftly recited another spell. The instant the whip-like flames appeared, he pointed his demonic staff forward with great force, unleashing a torrent of fire from his mouth.

The expelled fireball expanded at an astonishing rate, transforming into an inferno prison directed precisely where he indicated.

The fiery enclosure snapped shut, trapping nothing within its confines.

Despite this, a look of satisfaction graced Mus's features, suggesting he had indeed ensnared his intended quarry.

However, this smug expression was short-lived, vanishing as his countenance suddenly contorted.

A searing purple flame erupted spontaneously from his person.

As a mage specializing in fire, he possessed a natural immunity to flames, yet this particular fire felt profoundly different—its heat was terrifying, seemingly capable of annihilating all in its path instantaneously.

Mus, unwilling to take any chances, rapidly summoned his fiery whips to parry the onslaught of the purple flames.

After all, he was an expert at the Late Stage of Necro-Immortal cultivation, his prowess in fire arts unmatched, and with the lashing whips, the encroaching purple flames were steadily pushed back.

But precisely at this juncture, a Hollow Flying Sword shot forth from the heart of the fire prison, its trajectory aimed directly at Mus's throat.

Mus lacked the time to cast another defensive spell, so instinctively, he raised his staff to intercept the attack.

Yet, could a mere demonic staff truly withstand the razor-sharp Divine Concealment Sword?

With a piercing slice, the staff was cleaved in two, and Mus's neck met the same fate.

Even in his final moments, Mus likely couldn't fathom the sheer number of hidden trump cards Ye Haochuan possessed.