Strongest Medical Saint

The entire world fell silent in an instant.

Only Shen Feng's voice echoed in the air, as incredulous gazes focused on him.

Fang Yisheng, as the Old Ancestor of Cold Extreme Palace, the foremost power among the Righteous Path Sects in the Lower Realm, had a cultivation that was absolutely at the pyramid's peak.

Such a significant figure would not go back on his word in public, and even if Cold Extreme Palace were to act against Shen Feng in the future, they would certainly do so without much fanfare.

Whether it was the cultivators on the ground or those like Jiang Muyun bathed in the golden light, they believed Shen Feng definitely wouldn't strike against Fang Tianyu.

After all, with Fang Yisheng, a strong Condensing Immortal at the peak, speaking out, if Shen Feng still chose to attack Fang Tianyu under these circumstances, it would be equivalent to declaring war on Cold Extreme Palace in public, which no sensible person would do.

But Shen Feng violently shattered expectations by brutally punching Fang Tianyu's head into oblivion, leaving everyone present in shock; his choice was the complete opposite of their predictions.

Fang Yisheng's rage was the same as Cold Extreme Palace's rage. Had that boy been kicked in the head by a donkey?

If he had listened to Fang Yisheng, at most he would have faced covert assassination attempts from Cold Extreme Palace in the future, which wouldn't be pursued with much intensity. But if it were an open pursuit, Cold Extreme Palace would definitely go all out. Moreover, considering their influence among the Righteous Path Sects, that boy would have nowhere to hide within the Righteous Path Sects.

Fang Yisheng clenched his aged and wrinkled palm tightly into a fist, flames of anger seemed ready to burst from his eyes, and his old face was covered with uncontrollable fury. But now, under the golden light, his cultivation was completely suppressed, which gave him an urge to spit blood from frustration.

He, a mighty peak-stage Condensing Immortal, had to watch his own direct descendant's head be blown to pieces, and he longed to instantly grind Shen Feng into dust and ashes. He roared, "Little thing, I gave you a chance to walk the human path, but you refused, so you can only take the way to death. Let's see how long you can hide up there!"

In his view, the golden light would eventually fade away.

In response to Fang Yisheng's roar, Shen Feng nonchalantly shook off the fresh blood and brain matter from his fist and looked towards the completely stupefied Yan Yitao.

Upon feeling Shin Fung's gaze, Yan Yitao's body trembled with fear. As the top genius of Blood Soul Demon Sect, the leading sect on the Demon Path, he was nearly scared out of his wits by that look, feeling a chill on his head as if he could imagine it being blown apart.

Shen Feng was always a man of principle. He never showed mercy to those who wanted him dead. Even if he had spared Fang Tianyu just now, would Cold Extreme Palace have let off easily in the future? Whether they acted overtly or covertly, to Shen Feng it made no difference. Besides, why would he, the Carefree Immortal Emperor, fear a top force from the Lower Realm?

Perhaps others couldn't feel it.

But Shen Feng could sense that within the golden light, a Transmission Force was being slowly released. If he wasn't mistaken, once the Transmission Force reached a certain level, the people inside the golden light would be directly teleported away from here.

Just at that moment.

A shadow approached rapidly from afar and, when it appeared under the golden light, its aura was instantly completely suppressed.

This shadow was an old man in a black robe, with faint traces of blood emanating from him. His gaze softened a bit when he saw Yan Yitao within the golden light. He was Yan Haisong, the Old Ancestor of the Soul Demon Sect, also at the peak of Condensing Immortal.

Previously.

After the cultivators guarding Yan Yitao from the Blood Soul Demon Sect perished, the sect immediately became alert. Yan Haisong, as the Old Ancestor, had swiftly traveled here through a Teleportation Array.

Seeing his Old Ancestor, Yan Yitao hurriedly said to Shen Feng, "Wait a moment!"

"As long as you let me go, the Blood Soul Demon Sect can ensure your safety. Only we can openly confront Cold Extreme Palace now in the entire Lower Realm. You killed the top genius of Cold Extreme Palace; they won't rest until they kill you!"

After hearing those words, Yan Haisong guessed some clues about the situation. Now was not the time to hesitate. He addressed Shen Feng within the golden light, "Young man, Yitao is right. Our Blood Soul Demon Sect can ensure your safety!"

Hearing this.

Fang Yisheng cast an unfriendly glance at Yan Haisong.

But Yan Haisong didn't take it too seriously. Being fickle was normal for the sects on the Demon Path. They wouldn't foolishly clash with Cold Extreme Palace over an unrelated youngster. At most, they'd let the boy live a little longer, which would not be considered breaking their word.

After Yan Haisong spoke.

The cultivators present this time thought Shen Feng would agree, despite the reputation of Demon Path sects for being unreliable. At the very least, they could ensure Shen Feng's complete departure from this place.

"That does sound quite tempting," Shen Feng said with a smile.

Yan Yitao thought he had agreed and said, "Rest assured, our Blood Soul Demon Sect will not deceive you."

But in his heart, he was pondering how he should torture this little bastard to death once the Old Ancestor seemingly protected him afterward; dozens of torturous methods sprang to mind immediately.

As he became more engrossed in these thoughts.

Shen Feng spoke again, "Too bad, I'd rather kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Before Yan Yitao could react.

Shen Feng's figure instantly drew close, and his palm pressed rapidly against Yan Yitao's chest, unleashing a burst of violent power.

With a "bang!"

Yan Yitao's entire chest was blown to pieces, his eyes widened dramatically, and at this moment just before his death, he couldn't understand why Shen Feng would do such a thing. Was he prepared to perish together with him?

Shen Feng's choice once again defied everyone's expectations.

Jiang Muyun, Xu Ziyue, and Zou Bocheng, who were nearby, were convinced that Shen Feng had lost his mind, and by provoking the number one Sect of the Righteous Path and the number one Sect of the Demon Path, he was openly challenging the entire Lower Realm!

Even though Shen Feng's combat strength might be quite formidable, in the eyes of Jiang Muyun and the others, he would definitely not be a match for the Transcendance Tribulation Stage or Condensing Immortal Stage cultivators; it would be a dead-end for him. They feared that once the golden radiance faded and the people below regained their cultivation, Shen Feng's time of death would arrive.

Yan Haisong looked at Yan Yitao's pitiful corpse, his inner fury blazing fiercely as he coldly shouted, "Quite the foolhardy lad, it seems you fancy taking a few lives down with you before your own death."

"However, you're oversimplifying things. I will make you understand what it means to be unable to live or die!"

Watching the golden glow in the sky grow weaker, Yan Haisong and the others could no longer feel the Transmission Force emanating from within.

Shen Feng's own power could not pierce through the golden radiance; otherwise, he would have taken this opportunity to kill these people long ago.

Jiang Muyun and Xu Ziyue shook their heads in regret, not expecting Shen Feng to ultimately not escape death, and with their abilities, they were utterly unable to assist him.

Shen Feng, looking down at Fang Yisheng and Yan Haisong, saw their expressions grow increasingly sinister and said evenly, "I don't have time to play with you."

"Do you think you can stop me if I want to leave?"

Upon hearing this.

Many found it quite laughable.

However, as Shen Feng was speaking.

He was simultaneously harnessing the Transmission Force within the golden glow, and with deliberate promotion, the Transmission Force surged quickly.

The space within the golden radiance began to distort.

With a "whoosh!"

In just a few moments.

All the people within the golden light had disappeared, and as the Transmission Force erupted, Shen Feng couldn't control it precisely, so Jiang Muyun and the others could only be teleported away with him.

After Shen Feng and the others vanished.

The golden glow in the sky dissipated rapidly, and the oppressive force on the cultivators disappeared completely from heaven and earth.

Fang Yisheng and Yan Haisong, readied to strike at Shen Feng, almost spat out a mouthful of blood when they saw him suddenly teleported away. Their faces turned crimson with frustration; that little bastard had escaped right under their noses! And they were utterly powerless to stop him!