Urban Super Medical Sage Chapter 2391 - 2490: Blame Your Own Choices! (First Update)

Su Chen’s appearance was truly abrupt.

Not to mention Qianqiu Xue, who almost didn’t dare believe it, feeling as if she were hallucinating.

Even Hong Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, then he smiled—a disdainful, somewhat disbelieving smile. He didn’t believe there could be someone this stupid in the world.

Supreme Emperor Extreme Realm Seventh Level, only 800 years old—this kind of talent, spanning all ages, defies description. Even Hong Zhou himself had to admit that in this kind of talent for martial cultivation, he was inferior, far inferior.

Placed across the entire Grand Cosmos World, this level of talent for martial cultivation is among the absolute apex, the very, very, very top tier. It’s extremely hard to find anyone comparable.

But talent, sometimes, can’t be eaten as food!

Take right now: he, Hong Zhou, is at the Prison Suppressing Emperor Extreme Realm Seventh Level.

Is this level of battle something that Su Chen, a mere Supreme Emperor Extreme Realm Seventh Level, can meddle in?

A difference of ten Realms, a gap of tens of thousands of miles.

Talent can’t be directly converted into instant Combat Power.

At the same age of 800, Hong Zhou admits he was far inferior to Su Chen, but now he’s seventy to eighty thousand years old, his cultivation time a hundred times that of Su Chen’s. So his current Strength is stronger than Su Chen’s.

When fighting, you don’t care about talent or no talent; you only care about the Combat Power at that moment.

That’s all.

A peerlessly monstrous Monster like Su Chen, what he should be doing most is keeping a low profile and slowly growing up, shouldn’t he?

In the Grand Cosmos World, over Ten Thousand Years upon Ten Thousand Years, how many terrifying Monsters have emerged? Yet how many actually grow into Eternal Ages overlords? The vast majority die halfway. Why do they die halfway? Because with a bit of Talent, they think themselves invincible, daring to hop around and meddle everywhere before they’ve fully grown.

The 800-year-old youth before his eyes was precisely such a case.

At this moment.

Below.

Many Martial Cultivators in the main hall of Zhenxuan Restaurant couldn’t help but shake their heads.

Just now, Su Chen had been drinking in the restaurant. They had been endlessly, endlessly, endlessly wary of him, occasionally sneaking glances at Su Chen.

Who would have thought...

He’d be a brainless brat.

What a pity for that set of cultivation Talent.

Even if you’re a student of the Saint Academy, when you see your senior sister humiliated and hear your academy mocked, you should still keep a cool head!!!

Young Master Hong, Hong Zhou, is at the Prison Suppressing Emperor Extreme Realm Seventh Level!

An invincible tier.

You’re just Supreme Emperor Extreme Realm Seventh Level.

You don’t have a clear understanding of yourself.

Looks exactly like a flower raised in a greenhouse.

"Su Chen, be careful, he’s very strong." Qianqiu Xue, standing at Su Chen’s side, spoke in a low voice. She didn’t try to persuade Su Chen to hurry up and leave, because while others didn’t understand Su Chen, she understood him somewhat; Su Chen’s Strength was far more terrifying than his Realm.

Back then, when they were still in front of the Emperor Blood Pool, Su Chen already possessed Strength at least comparable to the Prison Suppressing Emperor Extreme Realm Fifth Level.

Several years have passed since then. With Su Chen’s Talent, it wouldn’t be surprising for him to now possess Strength at the Prison Suppressing Emperor Extreme Realm Seventh Level.

In Qianqiu Xue’s heart, since Su Chen had stepped out, he should have some degree of confidence.

Even so, she still had to remind Su Chen, because Hong Zhou is very strong!!!

After all, he comes from the Sword Tomb Sacred Land.

If Su Chen underestimates him, he might well get injured or even face life-threatening danger.

"Hmph. Truly blind. You’re right, you really are trash from the Saint Academy. And you still dare stand out now—tired of living?!" Hong Yi Ren spoke up.

With Hong Zhou’s arrival, and Hong Zhou easily suppressing Qianqiu Xue, she regained her smugness, confidence, and so on.

The earlier scene of her crying and almost collapsing vanished. Now she had one hundred percent confidence, and as a result, she even dared ridicule a Supreme Emperor Extreme Realm Seventh Level like Su Chen.

What’s there to be afraid of? Even though she herself is far from Su Chen’s match, and even the whole Thousands Swords City is far from Su Chen’s match, now Brother Hong Zhou is here!

That gives her confidence.

The confidence of a fox relying on a tiger’s might.

"Tian Zao." However, Su Chen didn’t indulge Hong Yi Ren at all. The instant her words fell, abruptly, before anyone could react, Su Chen suddenly looked at Hong Yi Ren and slapped her across the air.

Smack...

That slap was very loud.

Once the slap flew out, it was naturally not something Hong Yi Ren could dodge. Her Strength was weaker by more than ten thousand times. Don’t say Su Chen using a slap—even if he just blew a breath, he could suppress Hong Yi Ren.

Hong Yi Ren took that slap solidly.

Her still somewhat pretty face instantly swelled on one side.

Swell very high.

Purple-red and bleeding.

Several of her teeth were smashed.

It looked utterly ghastly.

Hong Yi Ren was knocked flying, crashing into the Triple Void behind her; the Triple Void behind her was shattered, shards of air glaringly distinct.

Hong Yi Ren was slapped almost into unconsciousness, flying thousands of meters before finally coming to a stop. In her muddled stupor, she only felt her skull about to explode, the pain extreme.

She even felt that... even her Dantian had shattered.

Su Chen’s slap was vicious. It wasn’t only terrifying Strength; there was also a strand of Chaotic Current accompanying it. That strand of Chaotic Current bored into Hong Yi Ren’s body like a rampant destroyer, rampaging inside her flesh, and in the end, it crippled her meridians and her Dantian.

Extremely ruthless.

Do wrong, and you pay the price.

Hong Yi Ren clutched her head tightly, clutching her Dantian, staring at Su Chen thousands of meters away with extreme terror and extreme hatred!!!

Just staring like that.

The venom in her eyes was almost glowing red.

She actually... actually got crippled?!

Crippled!

Then.

"Brother Hong, he hit me, you... you have to avenge me!"

Hong Yi Ren wailed.

Aggrieved, venomous.

A flash of disgust flickered through Hong Zhou’s eyes.

He didn’t like women like Hong Yi Ren either; being crippled was her just deserts.

Su Chen, even though he was only Supreme Emperor Extreme Realm Seventh Level and far inferior to his own Prison Suppressing Emperor Extreme Realm...

He was still countless times stronger than Hong Yi Ren! Still countless times stronger than the entire Thousands Swords City!

Under such circumstances, for Hong Yi Ren to act like a fox relying on a tiger’s might and provoke Su Chen was sheer stupidity.

However, though Hong Yi Ren was stupid, Su Chen punishing her like this still threw away his, Hong Zhou’s, face.

In front of him, Hong Zhou, Su Chen slapped Hong Yi Ren and crippled her.

This was slapping his face.

Hong Zhou’s eyes narrowed, shrouded in a dangerous radiance as he locked onto Su Chen: "I originally didn’t want to bully the junior to teach you a lesson. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself!!!"

As his words fell.

The aura on Hong Zhou’s body instantly turned into heaven-rending Fierceness.

That Fierceness felt as if it could slice open the entire chaos.

Clearly, Hong Zhou was just one man, yet at this moment, in the eyes of billions of Martial Cultivators, he was soaring without limit, growing infinitely sharp, like a Sword Edge thrusting into the sky, piercing through the clouds.

Moreover, within this Sword Intent whose Fierceness had reached its peak, there was actually a Fusion with terrifying Thunder and Lightning.

Strands upon strands of purple Divine Charm seemed to come from the East, penetrating the Heavens, coiling and circling above Hong Zhou’s head, like a host of purple Divine Dragons lingering there.