Overbearing Immortal Doctor Chapter 1341 - 1440: Assault

"What is this?" Qi Huandao, feeling the potent sword energy from Qin Feng, was split asunder and appeared to meet his end.

Yet, Qin Feng was swiftly closing in.

Qin Feng continued his assault.

Qi Huandao, however, had not yet surrendered. Despite being battered by relentless attacks, he had cultivated formidable physical techniques, achieving a resilient body defense, and was desperately seeking an avenue for escape.

But Qin Feng’s speed far surpassed his, leaving absolutely no room for any escape.

"Weren’t you full of arrogance just moments ago? Why the look of utter despair now?" Qin Feng taunted, delivering another severe sword blow that wounded Qi Huandao.

"No!!!" Qi Huandao cried out in sheer despair.

With a resounding impact, the sword strike sent him hurtling backward. He landed with a heavy thud, only to have two more swords swiftly pursue him, causing a continuous stream of blood to pour out. If he hadn't developed his physical skills, as a true Origin Five Level Master, he would have perished long ago.

"Sword Lord, please spare my life! Spare me!" Qi Huandao, critically injured and nearly devoid of combat strength, was truly at his wit’s end.

Previously, he had been at the peak of the fourth level of the Origin realm, capable of breaking through even dire circumstances.

"Spare my life, and I will give you all the treasures within my spatial ring," Qi Huandao pleaded.

"Fool, whose spatial ring do you imagine it will be once I kill you?" Qin Feng lightly tapped his nose, finding the offer amusing.

"I, I," Qi Huandao stammered, glaring at Qin Feng. Gritting his teeth, he declared, "I am willing to become your servant! I will be your horse, your ox!"

"Hmm?" Lan Yue couldn’t help but glance at Qin Feng. Here was a genuine Origin Five Level Master, offering to become a servant. It spoke volumes of his desperation and immense strength.

"No, it’s not that the higher-ups of the Luo Sector are my servants, so you’d best accept death," Qin Feng stated, his sword posture unwavering.

Instantly, Qi Huandao was enveloped by a blinding sword light.

"No, you can’t do this!"

He still couldn’t fathom it. He, a true Origin Five Level Master, reduced to servitude by a junior? How could this be?

But ineluctably, Qi Huandao was completely consumed by the sword light, perishing on the spot.

"Jian Yi, that was a true Origin Five Level expert. If they offer servitude, will you kill them all?" Lan Yueliang voiced her regret.

"Hmm, I have many juniors in the Holy Land. He was simply too weak," Qin Feng replied, touching his nose.

"Ha, is that so?" Lan Yueliang pursed her lips, her skepticism evident.

With Qi Huandao dealt with, Qin Feng and Lan Yue cautiously continued their exploration.

They were unfamiliar with the Skyfire Ruins and had no idea where the Chain Bridge World was located, compelling them to venture deeper.

In the blink of an eye, another day had elapsed.

Within the deepest reaches of the Skyfire Ruins, at the convergence of the outer world and the Mist Sea,

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"

A vast sea of mist materialized before them, exuding an aura of profound mystery and dread. Peering into the Mist Sea gave the impression that escape was impossible.

"The Mist Sea lies directly ahead,"

"And the Chain Bridge!"

"Just one more step to reach it."

A contingent advanced with considerable effort. This group comprised Sima Mo and Xing Ku’s sect, along with four other masters. The sect had dwindled to this number after one perished during an incursion. Not far behind, Yu and his associates followed, though their separation indicated they were not aligned.

Trailing even further was Gu Yuyan, walking alone. His elder brother, Gu Jiang, had been tragically lost to the maw of a fierce beast. Along their arduous journey, they had encountered numerous perils, yet none had anticipated that a newly arrived true fourth-level expert would survive while his similarly ranked brother met his demise.

One could only conclude that when navigating ruins, sheer luck sometimes outweighed raw power.

"The iron chain bridge is finally within reach!" a deep voice exclaimed. Zhai Zun of the Lengyan Scripture and Yin Xia were close on his heels.

As one arrived, another was sure to follow.

"Zhai Zun, haha, where are the three people you brought? They failed to appear within half an hour. I suspect they’ve all met their demise." Sima Mo let out a sharp laugh, adding, "Give it up, your Shura Gate is no match for our Ween Sect."

"You?" Zhai Zun’s gaze fell coldly upon Sima Mo.

He let out a sneer and glanced back. "Sima Mo, the three individuals beside you are merely two. How can they possibly be stronger than me?"

"Two more, yes, two more, that constitutes an advantage," Sima Mo retorted with a sneer. Ever since his successful entry into the Skyfire Ruins, his animosity towards Zhai Zun was unconcealed. In his mind, only Zhai Zun posed a genuine threat; he paid little mind to the Ghost City or the Thunder Fire Hall.

On both sides, two individuals cautiously approached the iron chain bridge nearby. Ancient guardians and lingering spirits would not impede them.

Soon, nine masters had congregated at the iron chain bridge.

Past the formidable iron chain bridge lay the daunting Mist Sea. Rumor had it that while opportunities there abounded, so did peril, to the extent that even a master of Guiyuan Level 9 would meet their demise upon entry.

Naturally, passage into the Mist Sea necessitated traversing the iron chain bridge first.

"The cartographer of this treasure map spoke of obtaining his Creation Spiritual Body upon this very iron chain bridge. But what of the created spirit itself?" Sima Mo's eyes gleamed with fervor. He surveyed his surroundings, exclaiming, "If only I could reclaim another piece of myself, the world would tremble with envy, hahaha."

"Still lost in dreams? Snap out of it already," Zhai Zun scoffed dismissively.

"Very well, you shall merely serve as my stepping stone," Sima Mo declared, flicking a glance at Zhai Zun.

"Yet, you will perish here, while I emerge alive," Zhai Zun's voice held a peculiar resonance. In this moment, he cast all pretense of dignity aside before the members of the Fu Sect.

From this point forward, they were to be considered his paramount rivals, his most formidable adversaries!

"Fools," Sima Mo sneered in response.

As their exchange ensued, a multitude of lights suddenly materialized before them. These lights ultimately coalesced, forming an elder clad in flowing white robes.

The light emanating from the white-robed elder possessed a sacred quality, yet it carried no hint of authority, as if he were as intangible as the air itself.

"Do I truly stand a chance of obtaining an Avatar?" Sima Mo mused aloud.

"My sole desire is the Creation Spirit Body," Zhai Zun stated his own ambition.

"Hmm?" The white-robed elder appeared displeased. "You understand that the greater the potential reward, the more arduous the trials. I would earnestly advise you to reconsider and perhaps aim for Holy Level skills, or even Divine Level skills, which would present more manageable challenges."

"No!" Sima Mo adamantly shook his head.

Divine-level skills? He lacked the backing of the Fu Sect, and his current skills were already questioned by his Clan. However, his spiritual body was something he himself cultivated. With his spiritual body secured, barring unforeseen circumstances, he would undoubtedly become the strongest candidate for the future leadership of the Fu Sect!

"Very well," the white-robed elder's voice remained chillingly cold as he addressed Zhai Zun and the others. "Do all of you seek the Creation Spirit Body?"

"Yes."

Ancient Jade Zhai Zun and Jade Dagger both affirmed.

"Then, as you aspire to obtain the most coveted treasure in this region, the trial you are about to face will be the most extreme." The elder in white robes declared, "This trial involves crossing the iron chain bridge before you."

"Hmm." One by one, their gazes fixed upon the iron bridge stretching ahead.

"Whoa..."

This iron chain bridge, initially a colossal chain linking the Mist Sea to the surrounding lands, had transformed in an instant. It had expanded, morphing into a truly immense iron bridge. Beneath this structure yawned a chasm of unfathomable depth.

"Should you choose to attempt to break the iron chain bridge, you are selecting the trial with the highest fatality rate. This rests entirely upon your decision." The elder in white clothes stated gravely.

Sima Mo and Zhai Zun fell silent, though inwardly they seethed.

Why all this preamble?

Let us commence.

The elder in white clothes continued, "Flight is prohibited upon the iron chain bridge. Should you fall, death is assured. Your objective is simply to cross the bridge collectively. Throughout this endeavor, you will be assailed by forces such as lightning strikes, fireballs, and ice shards. Concurrently, those who attempt to break the iron bridge will engage in combat with one another. Ultimately, only those who manage to survive until the very end will be deemed successful in this trial. Opportunities will then be bestowed based on the performance of the survivors. The most outstanding individual may even be granted the Creation Spiritual Body."