Urban Dominating Immortal Doctor

"Youngster, are you truly seeking a fight to the death with this old one!"

Wu Jiao's voice was sharp, and her withered hands slowly gripped the black staff in her hands, those eyes in the mist filled with eeriness.

"A fight to the death? Haha, I've destroyed your Copper Corpse Puppet and the Five Elements Ghost Soldiers. With your venomous nature, can you truly agree to a truce with me?"

Qin Yang mocked with a smile, his eyes brimming with killing intent.

This old witch's two trump cards have been broken by me; if I don't kill her now, when will I?

Besides, wizards are not adept at close combat. Today, this old hag will certainly die.

"Hmph, old witch, enough with the nonsense. The scenery below is beautiful, perfect to be your burial ground."

Qin Yang glanced at the lush forest below and said coldly. Immediately, he beckoned with his right hand, and the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword underfoot flew into his hand.

Buzz~!

Qin Yang infused his Spiritual Power into the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword, which immediately emitted a clear dragon's roar.

Qin Yang's figure flickered, his movements clean and swift, and he slashed at Wu Jiao, holding the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword.

Swish!

The Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword shone brilliantly, a sharp Ice White Sword Aura, ten meters long, slashing toward Wu Jiao.

In her black robes, Wu Jiao's pupils shrank. Close combat is inherently a wizard's greatest weakness, and with her main cards broken by this brat, how could she be a match for him?

"Witchcraft, Illusionary Clone!"

At this moment, Wu Jiao truly didn't want to tangle with this little beast any longer, as she realized this brat's ruthlessness and vengeful nature matched her own.

Moreover, the destruction of the Five Elements Ghost Soldiers had caused some backlash to her, leaving her in a weakened state.

Swish!

The sharp Ice White Sword Aura, with an unstoppable momentum, slashed straight toward Wu Jiao and passed through her body.

Whoo whoo whoo~!

Wu Jiao's body, clad in black robes, transformed into several crows, cawing and flying in all directions.

At the same time, below in the forest, eight black shadows darted in eight different directions.

"Escape!"

As Wu Jiao transformed into eight figures and fled, Qiu Mingyan gritted his teeth, True Essence Power surging wildly, and he too darted into the dense forest below, flying in one direction.

"Trying to run?"

Qin Yang glanced at the eight shadows of Wu Jiao and the fleeing figure, his eyes flashing coldly.

Buzz~!

Divine Sense surged from Qin Yang's brow, and the branches and fallen leaves within a thousand meters were vividly portrayed in his mind.

The eight fleeing shadows also appeared in Qin Yang's mind; seven were rather phantom-like, while one was solid.

"That's the real body!"

Qin Yang's eyes flickered with a cold light as he quickly locked onto one shadow.

The shadow escaping towards the southeast was indeed Wu Jiao's real body, while Qiu Mingyan was heading northeast.

"Kill this old witch first! Then go after Qiu Mingyan!"

Qin Yang's eyes flashed with determination as he made up his mind.

Compared to Qiu Mingyan, this old witch posed a greater threat to him and those around him. Moreover, even if Qiu Mingyan fled to the ends of the earth, he would eventually return to the Qiu Family. If worst comes to worst, I'll just hunt him down to the Qiu Family.

Crack!

Without hesitation, Qin Yang took out a Wing Transformation Divine Movement Talisman and crushed it. Transparent light points gathered behind him, transforming into a pair of transparent wings.

The transparent wings gently flapped.

Swish!

Qin Yang's figure flickered as he pursued in the northeast direction.

In the span of about ten breaths, Qin Yang, in mid-air, saw Wu Jiao's figure within the forest.

"Old witch, you can't escape."

Qin Yang shouted coldly.

"Wind Blade Technique!"

Qin Yang raised his hand, and the Wind Spiritual Power surged from within him, transforming into hundreds of azure Wind Blades in mid-air.

"Go!"

Qin Yang pointed towards the ground.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Hundreds of Wind Blades swept down like rain toward the ground, slicing through branches and leaves, leaving a mess on the forest floor.

Wu Jiao, hidden in her black robe, dodged swiftly, avoiding the barrage of Wind Blades, while deep marks were sliced into the ground by the blades.

"Jie Jie, brat, pursuing relentlessly like this, it's still uncertain who will live or die."

Beneath the black robe, Wu Jiao's voice carried a hint of shrillness. This brat's speed was appallingly fast, enough to quickly see through her Clone Technique.

At this point, fighting this brat head-on was the only option!

Swish!

Wu Jiao waved her black robe, summoning a small black altar beneath her feet, covered in mottled traces.

Whoosh!

At this moment, Qin Yang's figure swooped down from above, landing on the open space before Wu Jiao, staring at her coldly.

"Old witch, you've nowhere to run."

Qin Yang said coldly, the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword in his hand glowing with an icy white light.

"Brat, since you're seeking death, this old one will fulfill your wish even at the cost of damaging her Cultivation!"

Beneath the black robe, Wu Jiao's eyes glared at Qin Yang, filled with venom.

"Forbidden Witchcraft, Death Ceremony!"

Wu Jiao's voice turned horrifyingly sinister, holding a black staff, her feet and hands dancing on the altar in bizarre postures, as if offering a sacrifice. Black Qi surged violently around her, enveloping the entire altar.

"I cannot let this old witch complete her Technique!"

Seeing this, Qin Yang's brows furrowed. From Wu Jiao's Technique, Qin Yang sensed unease.

Swish!

Qin Yang immediately took action, his toe tapping the ground, the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword in his hand erupting with brilliance and a resonant dragon's roar, as he leaped up, slashing fiercely down at Wu Jiao on the altar.

Buzz~!

As Qin Yang slashed at Wu Jiao on the altar, a black light barrier appeared around the altar, repelling the strike of the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword with immense force.

Sizzz~!

Qin Yang flipped in mid-air, landing on the ground, skidding backwards several meters with a shower of fallen leaves.

"Jie Jie, you cannot interrupt my Witchcraft."

Wu Jiao let out a chilling laugh, the eyes beneath her black robe turning an eerie crimson.

At this moment, a thick black Qi engulfed the air above the altar, filled with an eerie chill.

Within the black Qi, a giant ghostly face seemed to take shape.

"With my Essence Blood as sacrifice, Death Ceremony, activate."

Wu Jiao cackled eerily, then fiercely struck her chest, spitting a mouthful of Essence Blood into the dense black Qi.

The Essence Blood splashed into the black Qi like a stone into a pond, causing the black Qi to churn violently.