Overbearing Immortal Doctor Chapter 1659 - 1758: Unmoved

Feeling the atmosphere around them suddenly turn tense, the survivors of the Earth Xuan Sect all grew anxious. Their awe toward the Yanyan Sacred Land was too deep, and Yanyan’s fury made them feel fear.

Yet at this very moment, all they could do was pray that this mysterious young man truly possessed the strength to contend with Yanyan. Otherwise, not only would Emperor Xuanzong of Tang be unable to escape today, even this young man would meet disaster.

Seeing Qin Feng’s cold, indifferent demeanor, Yanyan suddenly laughed and said, "Boy, judging from your speed just now, you’re at least at the Three-layered Sacred Land. What is your power? I already know all the Holy Lands of the Hema Territory, yet I’ve never heard of you."

"What?"

The master of the Blood Horse Hall stared coldly at Dou Lan and said, "Dou Lan, is it really you?"

"It’s me." The man in the golden robe raised his head proudly. "I never thought a day would come when my power would surpass yours. In fact, I didn’t expect this day to arrive so quickly, hahaha!"

"Husband, how is that possible?" Huangfu Ting cried in terror.

"I don’t believe it either." Leng Xinhun’s Spirit was solemn and icy.

Of course, Dou Lan had left a deep impression on him, because he had once been his Disciple, possessing the talent of Seven Layers of Holy Light. But that bastard was far too obsessed: failing to pursue his daughter properly, he’d tried to violate her by force. Taking himself as teacher and Disciple, Leng Xinxun had just abolished his cultivation and driven him out of the Blood Horse Hall.

In other words, that had only been a year ago. A year ago, Dou Lan had only Third-level Guiyuan and was cast aside. In just one short year, the present Dou Lan dared feel that Leng Xinhun was no stronger than he. He even feared that the so-called peerless Qin Feng was not his equal.

"Dou Lan, you’re here to take revenge on me?" Leng Xinhun took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, forcing his Spirit to grow cold.

"Or what do you think?" Dou Lan laughed complacently. "I now have a new master, and you actually abolished my cultivation and kicked me out of the Blood Horse Hall. Fine. If this Blood Horse Hall won’t accept me, I’ll destroy it!"

"Hmph, we’ll see if you have what it takes." Huangfu Ting suddenly snorted. "The Blood Horse Hall is the orthodox force of the Huangfu Ancient Clan. Don’t speak of you lacking the ability to destroy it—just the moment you dare lay a hand on the Blood Horse Hall, the Huangfu Ancient Clan will see you die without a burial place!"

"Haha, Master’s wife, once I kill Leng Xinhun, how should I treat you and your precious daughter?"

"Evil beast, courting death!" At those words, the aura of Leng Xinhun’s Seven Layers of Spirit surged forth. As the lord of the Blood Horse Hall, upon suffering such humiliation, he struck out violently without the slightest hesitation.

"Haha, Brother Feng, Brother Dong, I’ll have to trouble you. Don’t give him any face; just kill him. As for my lovely master’s wife and daughter, I’ll serve them well." Dou Lan suddenly laughed, turning his gaze toward the Void behind him.

"Brother Dou, we’re all here to help you. Your master doesn’t know. If he blames us afterward, you’ll have to look after us." As the yin-filled voice fell, two multi-colored ribbons swept out from the Void behind, finally condensing into two smiling old men, appearing halfway up the sky.

Seeing these two, Leng Xinxun’s fury-ignited Spirit was also greatly shaken. These two possessed Holy Land-level power as well. Though the Hema Territory was a relatively strong medium-sized territory, almost all of its Holy Land-level experts were in their Hema Hall. Since when did they have so many mysterious Holy Land powers?

"Do it!" The two who had just appeared suddenly shouted in unison. Both men stepped back at the same time, and terrifying spiritual power surged out of their bodies, making the atmosphere of the entire battlefield instantly tense. On the other side, Dou Lan turned his head, and a transparent sharp sword appeared in his hand, its material unknown, emanating a chilling, terrifying light.

Huangfu Ting’s icy eyes locked onto the incoming foe, and she almost simultaneously shouted. Divine Power erupted in an instant, stunning many below. It was no wonder she could become master of the Blood Horse Hall and wed the daughter of a Heavenly Pride—Huangfu Ting.

"Hmph!" Dou Lan sneered and charged forward, his speed extremely fast. In a single breath, he appeared before Huangfu Ting. As the transparent sword in his hand trembled, it suddenly shot out like a venomous serpent, causing the surrounding space to violently ripple.

Faced with the sudden assault, Huangfu Ting’s expression did not change in the slightest. With a delicate clench of her jade hand, a serpentine longsword appeared. As she swung her arm, the blade twisted into a bizarre arc, its tip bypassing Dou Lan’s transparent sword and then thrusting forward with immense force! "Hngh!"

A terrifying power burst from the sword’s body. Dou Lan grunted as the wide cloak behind him suddenly flared. In an instant, the cloak began to spin, launching direct attacks toward every part of Huangfu Ting’s body.

Feeling a chill enveloping her entire body, Huangfu Ting’s longsword gave a crisp tremor, and then dense sword shadows poured forth, swiftly wrapping around her body! Bang! Bang! Divine Power collided violently, shattering the dense sword shadows. Under the mutual attrition, the sword shadows quickly faded into Xu Wu.

On the other side, Leng Xinxun was engaged with his opponents as well.

At that hair-raising instant, a majestic aura surged out, causing the expressions of many present to change wildly. It slowly spread, in the end covering the entire Blood Horse Valley. The aura was gloomy and terrifying, like a ferocious Ghost crawling out of hell, trembling as it proclaimed:

"Grandpa Jiejie, you think you and Dou Lan can be exposed, but I can’t? You’re forcing me to reveal myself and await our master’s punishment."

As Yin Ci’s voice echoed out, that gloomy, terrifying momentum grew even more intense.

Feeling this overwhelming aura, Qin Feng curled his lip in a cold sneer. "So you’re finally coming out?"

As the icy aura rose from the high northwest sky, countless people felt tremendous pressure. Even the two great Saints, Leng Xinhun and Huangfu Ting, sensed this aura and their faces turned extremely unsightly, because they discovered that it was far stronger than theirs—so powerful it even surpassed the hunchbacked elder Qin Feng was currently facing. At this moment, such a robust figure was enough to overturn the outcome of this war.

Qin Feng’s gaze swept toward the source of that majestic aura, staring straight at it.

"Haha, boy, looks like I’m not alone after all. Today, I’d like to see if you can defeat two at once!" The hunchbacked old man stomped his cane into the empty air, his voice echoing with a cold laugh.

Master’s punishment? At this point, his life was already worth too little to warrant concern.

Qin Feng glanced sideways at the hunchbacked elder.

Just then, a powerful, icy spiritual power suddenly burst forth as a stranger cloaked in a black robe shot toward the battlefield. In the blink of an eye, he came to a halt in midair, his black robe billowing in the Wind, making his figure look like a Ghost.

"Now that Jiejie is exposed, I also want to savor the exquisite delight of killing, especially..." The Black Robed Person circled in the sky, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally locking onto Qin Feng. His voice beat out a rhythm as it came to a halt. "Especially slaying a Heavenly Pride of my own age."

"What!" Qin Feng’s face shifted slightly.

Although he had performed a simple transformation, the age of that transformed appearance was the same as his actual age—in other words, he looked thirty-two or thirty-three. At thirty-two, he had Seven Layer Sacred Land cultivation. Qin Feng had not been boasting: aside from him, there was no one else in the world who could reach this level. Perhaps other major powers had such figures, but within this boundless territory, absolutely none!

Yet if the man before him truly was only thirty-two or thirty, and was likewise of the same age with Seven Layers of Holy Land cultivation, then what was he?

"How is that possible!" Qin Feng couldn’t help but narrow his eyes. Through the veil of the black robe, he could see that although the visitor’s bearing was gloomy and terrifying, he was indeed young. The gravitational pull in Qin Feng’s heart had never been so intense. He did not fear this Black Robed Person. In truth, he did not fear defeat. What worried him was the "master" lurking behind these mysterious Holy Land experts.