Overbearing Immortal Doctor Chapter 1534 - 1633: Echoes

Zhang Sanmao suddenly screamed again, but saw that his other arm was also starting to dry out.

Zhang Sanmao, drenched in sweat, gritted his teeth and said, "You entered our sect because you have righteousness; once you walk through our gates, you shall never regret your death." The oath from that day is still vivid in my memory. We all come from the world of ordinary people, ordinary people who can be bullied by anyone. Only after joining the Star Heaven Sect did it become our turn to hold our heads high. At that time, I secretly vowed to follow the Star Heaven Sect all my life, and never regret even in death..."

As Zhang Sanmao chanted, many startled disciples of the Star Heaven Sect also began to meditate. Years ago, they joined the sect with joy, knelt before the founder of the sect, and swore an oath. Their strength soared continuously through the ups and downs, bearing the pains jointly. Everything seemed to flash before their eyes. There was no reason. Deep within everyone, there was an infinite courage, a courage to face the fear of death, a courage to face things more terrifying than death!

In this life, joining the Star Heaven Sect was extraordinary. Even if I die, I will do so splendidly.

Facing the threat from the Fu Sect, they did not surrender. Now that they have been cleansed by the powers of the throne, who would be willing to surrender?

At this moment, Zhang Sanmao’s legs began to ache like thorns. He couldn’t help but jump to the ground, but fortunately, he was helped up by a sect mate, although his legs were still paralyzed. The endless pain made his hair stand on end. Yet Zhang Sanmao shook his head: "I am not a brave person. When others threaten me, my legs go limp, and you can see I can’t stand up, but I cannot betray the Star Heaven Sect!"

Zhang Sanmao looked at the disciples of the Star Heaven Sect, lost and transcendental, as if facing death, as if his soul had returned home, he said: "In recent years, there have been countless deaths and injuries among our peers, but they did not succumb. Now it is our turn. How can we surrender?"

When Zhang Sanmao said this, his legs had completely dried out, his limbs turned to skeletons, then to powder, and finally were blown away by the wind, leaving only his body struggling in pain. This scene was truly hellish, but Zhang Sanmao’s eyes remained stubborn, radiating a formidable fearlessness.

A silent and fierce gaze fell upon Zhang Sanmao’s face. The appearance of Mi Yu made Zhang Sanmao feel as if he had almost seen a ghost. If it weren’t for the support of fellow disciples behind him, he wasn’t sure if he could pretend to be calm. But, in the midst of extreme terror, he said in a low, shaking voice, "Kill me!"

With that said, Zhang Sanmao gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and awaited the arrival of destruction and death! The disciples of the Star Heaven Sect intuitively picked up their weapons, yet they did not yield.

All around was silent, as if only the intense heartbeat and fear of death echoed in the ears.

A slender figure immediately appeared in front of Zhang Sanmao. Qin Feng had just returned from the Skyfire Ruins. The Skyfire Ruins were in the same region as the Xingtian Lineage. With Qin Feng’s current speed, they should be able to arrive in nature quickly. After breaking through to the Emperor stage, Qin Feng’s soul strength had transformed, an abnormality that could only be described as unparalleled. In the world of Purgatory, he could use his spirit to explore surrounding activities, and here he could do the same. At the very least, people below the Holy Land could easily be detected by Qin Feng. Earlier, he had used his fearsome spiritual exploration to discover the battle here, prompting him to arrive immediately.

Without uttering a word, Qin Feng pressed a hand against Zhang Sanmao’s gaping mouth. Instantly, a soft white light enveloped Zhang Sanmao, and his dried-out body stopped its decay. Then, under the nourishment of the white light, the dried body slowly began to heal its wounds.

Under Qin Feng’s power, it was easy to prevent a weak person from being harmed in the True Essence Well.

"Clan... Leader..." Zhang Sanmao stared, incredulous, at Qin Feng who had suddenly appeared before him. Seven years ago, the Star Heaven Sect had destroyed the Fu Sect and Shura Sect, and he had seen Qin Feng then. But he never imagined seeing him again today, as if the Clan Leader had come to save him.

"Rest first." Qin Feng waved a hand. As Zhang Sanmao was no longer in life-threatening danger, he slowly stood up, turned around to look at Mi Yu and said, "It’s hard to find my elder. I truly regret, your environment as an extreme master of the Seventh Layer. Shall we meet?"

"Feng Qin! You are Qin Feng!" Mi Yu and the fifty-thousand members of the Iron Blood Army, many significantly changed their expressions and quickly became overjoyed. The one who came was Qin Feng, the head of the Master Sky Shattering.

Youth Qin Feng with the broken sword, commands an endless vast territory, and now no one knows. Compared to Qin Feng, those old seniors are nothing. This is the biggest fish!

"Hahaha, hahaha!" Although cruel and bloodthirsty, when he saw Qin Feng step out, he couldn’t help but laugh. "My luck is so amazing, I can hardly believe it. Qin Feng, you have come to your demise!"

"Is that so? This is the territory of our Star Heaven Sect. You should thank me for delivering yourself to my door." Qin Feng sneered.

"Qin Feng, your talents are terrifying, but your cultivation time is nonetheless too short. Facing this seat, I dare not underestimate you. You truly don’t understand the vastness of the earth." Mi snorted coldly, without taking Qin Feng seriously at all. He waved dismissively, "Since Qin Feng has also come, you need not wonder where the elder is anymore. Kill him, as long as the deceased do not live. Bring me Qin Feng."

However, at this time, Mi Yu, a supreme Master of the Seven Layers of the realm, who had killed countless people and was the expert in instilling fear in others, now felt a slight terror, one that could threaten his life. Mi Yu gradually lifted his head, encountering the terrifying sword of Qin Feng. The sword’s aura left Mi Yu utterly shocked. Only the Holy Land could instill such terrifying oppression in him. Yet, as far as he knew, Qin Feng was only around 30. Could he possess the authority of a Holy Land at barely 30?

"Flatten us all? Humph, I’m not ashamed of myself!" Qin Feng’s voice was icy cold.

This hum shook Mi’s body, "You, you..."

Qin Feng looked down at Mi Yu, his tone supremely cold, "Three moves, if you can withstand them, I’ll spare you."

"Alright, let’s meet!" With a low roar, Mi braced for the oncoming fury. He had become aware that Qin Feng wielded tremendous power. But it’s a pity, this youth was too young, too wild. Even if he emitted a threat approaching the Holy Land level, could three moves take him down?

"Kill!"

Simultaneously, his world was engulfed in a blinding awe. He was definitely in the late stage of the Seventh Layer extreme state and was still improving!

Power and might were also elevating. We genuinely wanted to crush the Iron-blooded Warriors and the disciples of the Star Heaven Sect surrounding us.

This is the might of the Old Iron Blood General!

With Mi’s power, even among the top three Generals of the Iron Blood Army, he ranked first.

"Die!"

Suddenly, little Mi released his sword. The powerful sword blade’s aura was completely at another level.

However, it was this very terrifying blade that provoked Qin Feng to a cold smile.

Yes,

Qin Feng completely ignored the fearsome attack, merely raising his broken sword, without showing any sign of powerful spiritual disruption.

Yet, this was an ordinary sword, cleaving open with the world’s power. But Mi sensed the breath of death.

"Boom..."

A very simple, very simple sword. At the moment of the sword battle, Mi finally understood why this sword was so fearsome. Qin Feng’s power is no less than his. Most importantly, his strength was perfectly applied to kill the enemy. All his power was stored in the sword. A sword that sprays blood from Mi Yu, slashing Mi Yu, a physically fit man, with the sword. Meanwhile, Qin Feng summoned another slash. Mi had no time to respond in mid-air, and thus caught the sword. His entire being was cut with a gigantic gash, flying backward. All the way he shed blood, at last pinning dozens of ancient trees in a row, smashing the ground into a massive pit, barely halting there.