Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

What is that?

All eyes were focused on the slender longsword in Fang Yu's hand.

The longsword glimmered with starlight, flickering with chilling flashes.

Hum.

Humming.

Humming humming humming—

As usual, tilting forty-five degrees, pressing down.

His eyes deep, his gaze cold.

"Such powerful Inner Strength!"

"When Inner Strength reaches a certain Realm, it will cause the weapon to tremble violently..."

"Could it be... Eighth Heavenly Layers?"

The world is vast, filled with wonders.

People only know that eight years ago, Lu Tianyuan had the highest known Martial Arts strength. Eight years have passed, and he might have already broken through to the Eighth Layer. But no one has ever seen the Ninth Layers of Heaven.

To this day, no one has broken this law.

Some say that reaching the Ninth Layers is another Realm entirely, and these individuals, in pursuit of breakthroughs, no longer partake in the mundane worldly affairs. They have long since broken free from the limitations of human lifespan, as well as various human rules.

However...

To this day, no one has seen what the Ninth Layers of Heaven look like.

Opinions are many and varied, but those who have seen it remain few, and the few follow the majority. Thus, everyone believes that there is no such thing as the Ninth Layers of Heaven!

And now—

Fang Yu and the sword in his hand gave people this illusion!

Eighth Heavenly Layers? Ninth Layers of Heaven?

Jin Shiji's eyes widened, his body trembling uncontrollably! He regretted it! Regretted agreeing to Zhao Youdao's setup, regretted coming here! Regretted everything he had done today!

He was in too deep to back out now!

"Fang Yu! I agree to you! Transferring 50% of the business ownership!"

"I agree to deal with those four from the Jin Family! I agree to everything!"

He began to fear.

Uncontrollably, he took a step back.

But—

Fang Yu's face was expressionless, his tone indifferent:

"I'm sorry, but it's too late."

Hum.

Hum—

The blade's trembling accelerated.

"Don't... don't just stand there, charge! It's either he dies, or you die!"

Zhao Youdao had completely given up, only destruction for both parties remained! His eyes were already filled with bloodshot veins!

He had not anticipated that Fang Yu had already reached such a Realm!

Martial Arts Eighth Layer!

Like an Emperor!

The members of the Dark Organization hesitated.

And those death-defying Deadpools of the Jin Family also showed a look of horror!

If not now, then when!

"Charge!" someone whispered.

Swish swish swish!

In an instant, five Deadpools charged with their swords!

Fang Yu's eyes turned cold, his wrist rotated one hundred and eighty degrees upwards as he moved—

"Rain Slash, the First Sword, Snow Falling!"

He stepped forward, moving like a shadow.

Sword Light scattered, like a flurry of snowflakes.

Shick.

Shick-shick, shick-shick!

The Sword Light disappeared.

Fang Yu's figure stopped behind the five men.

Thud, thud...

The five men were cut at the waist!

Among those seated, lower-ranked Martial Artists who saw this bloody scene couldn't handle the massive visual impact, and began to scream—

"No, no... I don't want to stay here... I want out! I want out! Ah! Ah ah ah... ah ah ah—"

They were driven to madness!

A madman, a madman's intelligence was not to be mentioned, running chaotically around the venue with no place to escape.

Seeing the five Deadpools fall in an instant.

Jin Shiji knew he could not give him another chance—

"Listen up, everyone! He has the Realm of Martial Arts Eighth Layer!"

"Those who wish to die, stay put!"

"Those who don't wish to die, get moving for me!"

Whoosh whoosh!

"It's either you die, or I perish!"

All the Martial Artists from the Dark Organization charged at once, hovering in the air.

The remaining twenty-five Deadpools, fearless of death, also thrust at Fang Yu.

The other Martial Artists in the seats, only a small part charged forward, while the rest turned tail and ran.

A joke, who would rush to their death? Charging forward could also mean death! Better to try breaking through the door!

Boom! Those Martial Artists burst out.

Fang Yu, however, paid no heed to the fleeing Martial Artists, sweeping his gaze indifferently across everyone.

"Rain Slash, the Seventh Sword, Startling Geese!"

Swish!

Toes lightly tapping.

The figure shoots into the air like lightning, rushing towards the ceiling.

Shiii, shiii-shiii—

Sword light flickers wherever it goes!

Everywhere the sword light passes, a mist of blood appears!

The martial artists in the air are slashed one by one!

That sword light, like a fleeting glimpse of an astonished swan, flickers left and right, up and down!

Shiii.

Shiii-shiii—

Witnessing this scene, Jin Shiji's sunken eyes suddenly bulged out!

"How...how is this possible?!"

Equally shocked, Zhao Youdao could no longer sustain his crumbling will, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

He suddenly felt breathless, struggling to breathe...reaching to touch his ear, it was bleeding.

The fear penetrated his soul!

Jin Shiji, who originally had strands of black hair, in that instant, turned completely white with hair the color of silver!

His facial wrinkles aged further!

If he had to describe the scene before him—

It was like a little game his great-grandson played on the tablet: Fruit Ninja.

The martial artists, just like the sliced fruits.

The cold edge reached everywhere, cutting everything in its path in half!

Swoosh-swoosh!

A downpour of blood rain.

The entire venue filled with the stench of blood!

Thump, Ou Tong...

One body after another, falls to the ground.

Fang Yu raises his hand to the sky.

With a magnificent sword, it falls from above.

Shiii!

The final sword, piercing directly through the skull of a Deadpool.

Zing!

The sword light vanishes.

"Death God" reverts back to Mandala, hovering in front of Fang Yu's chest.

All is calm again.

Upon closer observation, one could see that Fang Yu kept active around the circle.

Where he stood, a circle with a diameter of approximately five meters had formed.

What was magical was—

There was not a single trace of blood inside that circle!

Not a drop.

Rain Slash!

Able to sever the downpouring rain.

Speed is the most terrifying aspect of Rain Slash.

Likewise, Fang Yu himself was immaculate.

The blood, staining the surroundings red, could not advance half an inch!

His demeanor unchanged.

Fang Yu stands with hands behind his back, his gaze indifferent.

Finally, he had used the Seventh Rain Slash!

After breaking through to the Fifth Layer Heaven, this was his first attempt at using the Seventh Sword!

Before this, he had tried many times, and each use was unsatisfactory.

This time, faced with the numerous martial artists pouncing like hungry wolves, Fang Yu decided on the spot to use Seventh Rain Slash "Astonishing Swan."

The effect was surprisingly good.

Just like before.

No matter how strong the scent of blood was, it could not waver Fang Yu's mind in the slightest.

"I said before, whoever comes from the Jin Family must die."

Jin Shiji's body shook uncontrollably!

Zhao Youdao's face was ashen, despairing until blood flowed from his seven orifices, his breathing becoming more and more rapid.

The Zhao Family was finished, everything of the Zhao Family was gone...

In that moment, Zhao Youdao seemed to see countless resentful spirits rushing towards him.

"Don't... don't come over! Don't come over... I was wrong, I shouldn't have killed you, I was wrong..."

"Fang Jintian, Fang Shirong don't come over... Fang Chen... Fang Yuan... Fang Zhi, don't come over... and all of you! Don't come over, ah! Ahhh—"

Zhao Youdao's eyes were filled with blood as he flailed left and right.

Finally, he broke down.

Grabbing a cleaver nearby, he drew it across his neck.

Shiii!

His head tilted, breathless.

Fang Yu was indifferent, his gaze landing on Jin Shiji: "Zhao Youdao has gone to atone... Do you still remember the names he recited just now?"

Jin Shiji shook his head incessantly.

Tears suddenly flowed from his eyes!

All struggles were but clouds before absolute power.

Fang Yu's voice rose: "The Fang Family, a total of one hundred and thirty-two people... from the eldest elder to the month-old baby. Do you truly not remember?"

"Five lives for one hundred and thirty-two! Do you still think, my three conditions were excessive?"

The voice lowered, turning sullen: "Excessive?!"

PS: I want to say, it's not that the protagonist is too bloodthirsty. These people deserved it. Karma and reincarnation, how many did the protagonist kill?

Also, didn't Yi Mingyue from the Heavenly List die earlier? That guy's gone for his last meal, asking for his salary from me. After thinking it over, I decided to recommend his new book "Divine Doctor's Perfect Dream System" (a book continuously filled with pretension and face slapping from start to finish, those interested may take a look).