Urban Super Medical Sage Chapter 2076 - 2174: Isn’t That So? (Third Update)

This sword, were it to strike her, she would face certain death, beyond all hope!

The sword's aura... she recognized it! It was similar to the aura she'd only ever felt from Miss Nan Yunyi. How could this be? A young man from the Minor Thousand Worlds, not even five hundred years old, to possess such power comparable to Miss Nan Yunyi?

At this crucial moment, Yu Zhang's face contorted, his expression hardening instantly.

His eyes, brimming with the weight of countless years, narrowed drastically as he fixated on Su Chen. His gaze sharpened, piercing like a bolt of lightning.

How could this be possible!!!

When Su Chen had battled Yu Wu previously, instantly dispatching him with a single sword stroke, Yu Zhang had sensed its power. It was undeniably potent, remarkably strong.

However, he had assessed it as power that he himself could effortlessly obliterate on a whim.

Therefore, when Su Chen suddenly moved just now, Yu Zhang had felt no urgency whatsoever. He remained calm and composed, as if an adult were idly observing a child's clumsy struggles.

But the moment Su Chen unleashed this particular sword strike, the entire situation transformed dramatically.

Even a fool like Yu Zhang could discern one crucial fact: Su Chen had deliberately held back during his fight with Yu Wu. That previous sword strike had not been unleashed with his full might, not by a long shot.

This realization struck Yu Zhang speechless, filling him with a profound, trembling dread.

A Martial Cultivator on the cusp of the Divine Sovereign Realm battling someone at the peak of the Divine Lord Third Level, and he had been holding back? Who would ever believe such a tale if they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes?!

"I underestimated him, most significantly underestimated him," was the singular thought echoing through Yu Zhang's mind.

Then.

He reacted with swift urgency.

All previous contempt was cast aside.

Drawing a deep breath, the surging, indescribable Mysterious Qi within him began to churn like a mighty propeller. It generated a torrent of Mysterious Qi, refined and fierce as a savage dragon, channeling itself towards the veins and calves of his entire body.

An oppressive aura of Qi Power radiated outwards.

A deep blue Mysterious Qi Halo materialized around Yu Zhang's form, bestowing upon him the appearance of being clad in formidable armor.

"Great Heavenly Power Splitting Hand!!!" With that declaration, Yu Zhang thrust his right hand forward. In an astonishingly brief instant, countless runic characters materialized upon his broad, sturdy palm. They swirled like myriad souls, agile and mystical, rapidly coalescing into the shape of a glove-like Palm Seal.

Subsequently.

Yu Zhang abruptly raised his head and unleashed a devastating palm strike.

The Palm Seal, intricately formed by the countless runic characters, erupted outwards and expanded exponentially. It grew without limit, a terrifying, azure manifestation, instantly resembling a blazing blue sun as it hurtled forward relentlessly.

The very essence emanating from that Palm Seal was pure, unadulterated power. It was the utmost, imposing, crushing, and invincible strength imaginable.

The force felt as if the very heavens were succumbing, bearing down with immense, oppressive weight.

As the Palm Seal pulsed, the very ground beneath it began to buckle and collapse!

Falling away for hundreds of meters.

It seemed as though the entirety of the ground within the Imperial Realm was on the verge of disintegrating into mere fragments.

Dust and debris filled the air. Within the Imperial Realm, no fewer than ten locations erupted with the fiery fury of Earth Fire volcanoes. Molten rock and searing flames spewed skyward, roaring their defiance, painting the heavens a grim, blood-red hue.

A premonition of utter annihilation rippled across the gazes of all who witnessed the scene.

At this moment, within the Imperial Realm, an overwhelming number of Imperial Family members, lacking sufficient strength to shield themselves, sustained grievous injuries or teetered on the brink of death...

Even hundreds of the robust Yu Family members, along with the dozens of Martial Cultivators from the Grand Cosmos World who had accompanied Hu Zong for the marriage proposal, quickly erected Mysterious Qi Protective Barriers or sought refuge within spatial rifts.

This single palm strike from Yu Zhang was, by all accounts, tremendously powerful, exceedingly potent, and terrifyingly devastating.

A single strike from a Martial Cultivator at the Divine Lord Fifth Level, seemingly capable of obliterating the entire Imperial Realm!

However.

What caused the eyes of the observers to well with tears and their souls to feel crushed, their mental fortitude shattering, was that in a mere instant, the... the... the colossal azure palm, magnified and expanded like a veritable Divine Mountain, abruptly cleaved in two from its center. This rending was accompanied by a sharp, anguished shriek.

That Palm Seal, the very Palm Seal Yu Zhang had struck with his absolute maximum effort, was actually torn asunder with effortless ease by Su Chen's sword!

A spectacle so miraculous, so unbelievable, that even seeing it with their own eyes left everyone utterly aghast and stunned!!!

"Imperial Heaven Shattering Void Fist!"

"Flame Thunder Explosion!"

"Heavenly Punishment Soul Condensing Technique!"

...

The very instant the enormous azure Palm Seal split into two, Yu Zhang's left and right hands moved in rapid succession.

Ripples of Mysterious Qi, reminiscent of the mushroom clouds following a nuclear detonation, spread outwards in all directions.

With each carefully executed move, Yu Zhang's Mysterious Qi seemed boundless, appearing immeasurably vast.

Every single strike was a technique unleashed with the full force of Yu Zhang's being; each was an ultimate move befitting the Divine Lord Realm.

Every move, however, consumed an unimaginably prodigious quantity of Mysterious Qi.

With every action, the heavens and the earth seemed to lament, cracks splitting across the sky.

The Triple Void within the Imperial Realm had dissolved into utter chaos, and the entirety of the Imperial Realm, battered by Yu Zhang’s relentless onslaught, was left like a barren wasteland, devoid of Spiritual Energy, completely depleted.

The entire Di Jie had turned a uniform shade of blue.

Those Palm Seals, Fist Seals, and Divine Skill techniques manifested as if True Gods from the Heavenly Realm were descending, continuously bombarding Su Chen from above.

"Boom boom boom..."

Each explosion resounded like billions of nuclear detonations simultaneously, the power of each strike visibly capable of annihilating a Low Martial Plane.

With every impact, the fabric of the Minor Thousand Worlds appeared to tremble.

The members of the Imperial Family, caught in Yu Zhang’s full-force assault, were obliterated like an overturned ant nest, thousands vanishing into nothingness.

Su Chen’s Sword Light, inevitably, dissolved into void under the barrage of these terrifying ultimate moves.

Shifting focus back to Su Chen.

He was encased in Illusion Crystal.

Resembling a War God.

Standing firm amidst the chaotic void, his expression unreadable, radiating calm and confidence.

He had not budged an inch from his position.

In his grasp, only the Ancient Dust Sword remained!!!

The sword, at intervals, would suddenly be swung.

Though the Ancient Dust Sword appeared simple, with each swing by Su Chen, its strike penetrated one of Yu Zhang’s ultimate moves, sometimes even severing two.

"These ancient powerhouses from the Grand Cosmos World, having existed for tens of millions of years, truly possess unimaginably vast reserves of Mysterious Qi," Su Chen mused inwardly, perceiving that Yu Zhang's strategy was to overwhelm him through the continuous unleashing of his terrifying techniques.

In essence, Yu Zhang's confidence stemmed from his immense, indescribable pool of Mysterious Qi, which enabled his sustained offensive.

In Yu Zhang’s estimation, while Su Chen’s swordsmanship was formidable.

Each sword strike undoubtedly consumed Mysterious Qi, didn’t it?

Su Chen might manage one, two, or three sword strikes to counter his ultimate techniques. But surely, Su Chen couldn’t conjure five, eight, or even more sword strikes, could he?

He simply refused to believe that a young cultivator merely on the cusp of the Divine Sovereign Realm could possess a reservoir of Mysterious Qi more profound than that accumulated over countless millennia by an ancient being like himself.