Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

A strange aura fluctuated.

This was bewildering.

From the Dragon Emperor's memories, Fang Yu knew that Empress Ziwei had always been cultivating the Green Water Technique. Although the Green Water Technique was not very fierce in power, it was extremely tenacious, and enemies who fought against her often found it hard to last until the end and would exhaust their strength and die.

At the same time, the Green Water Technique also had a significant healing effect.

Once the battle was over, she could entirely use the Green Water Technique to perform healing by cultivating.

Over a thousand years ago, Empress Ziwei defeated countless powerful figures with the Green Water Technique.

And now...

She actually used the Green Water Technique and the Qingxi Sword to stab at the man she once deeply loved.

Fang Yu glared at this ruthless woman and bellowed, "Do you really think I only cultivated the Reincarnation Technique?"

The Dragon Roar Sword hummed loudly.

A fierce wind swept through.

At the same time, he saw the people below, leading Xie Daoyun away.

"Rain Slash! Snow Falling! Nine Layer!"

Fang Yu directly used his strongest Nine Layer, combined with the foundational Heaven Rank Battle Technique Rain Slash, blocking all sight.

At the same time.

The colorless Primordial Qi recklessly burst forth.

Feeling this surging Vast Righteous Energy, Empress Ziwei's face faltered, but the Qingxi Sword in her hand continued to swing.

The two forces collided.

This time, it wasn't Fang Yu's Primordial Qi that was defeated, but the green Primordial Qi.

Empress Ziwei flew backward rapidly, frowning and saying, "Vast Righteous Energy?"

In Ancient Times.

There were very few people who could cultivate Vast Righteous Energy.

Empress Ziwei was able to defeat the Dragon Emperor not by her strength alone; she also relied on the power of the Alien Clan from the Western Regions. At that time, the Dragon Emperor only possessed Supreme Yang Qi, along with the Reincarnation Technique, and his weakness was very obvious.

But...

She never expected that in this life, the Dragon Emperor would actually have cultivated Vast Righteous Energy.

"You have some discernment. This Vast Righteous Energy is naturally the nemesis of all the Western Regions' clans. Truly must be a divine act of providence... Those Western Regions clans you colluded with are probably of no use now!" Fang Yu declared proudly.

Empress Ziwei snorted coldly and said,

"So what? Don't forget, I am not the same Ziwei from over a thousand years ago!"

The Qingxi Sword rotated in mid-air.

The enormous sword shadow swept towards Fang Yu like a large windmill.

Fang Yu smiled slightly and raised his hand, shouting,

"Big Star Shield, Fifth Layer!"

The Fifth Layer of the Big Star Shield pushed the air right in front of Fang Yu.

It looked like a glass cover.

Bang!

With a loud noise, the Qingxi Sword was deflected away.

But Empress Ziwei was not anxious at all, she leaped up to catch the Qingxi Sword.

Raising her right hand.

A faint light once again emitted from the place of her index finger.

It was a green light mingled with a wisp of pale blue, like lightning.

Fang Yu was taken aback and said, "Another Heavenly Rank Spiritual Artifact?"

Spiritual Artifacts were extremely rare and precious.

He never expected that Empress Ziwei would possess two Spiritual Artifacts.

"This item is called the Soul Suppressing Ring! Any cultivator caught in its light will lose the ability to mobilize their Inner Essence. Dragon Emperor... you have already lost!"

The light shone brilliantly.

Enveloping Fang Yu at its center.

Fang Yu couldn't help but roar angrily, a strong burst of Primordial Qi erupted from his body—

"Who said I cultivated Inner Essence? I have no Dantian, no Inner Essence... how can you seal my Primordial Qi?"

Whoosh!

Fang Yu raised his right hand, and a crimson fire appeared.

"Fire Dragon Order!"

The immense flame came surging forward.

Empress Ziwei's face crinkled, and she retreated continuously. She put away the Soul Suppressing Ring and raised both arms.

"Green Water Butterfly Saddle!"

The water attribute Primordial Qi of the Green Water Technique perfectly countered the assault of the Fire Dragon Order.

After all, it was a Spiritual Artifact.

While being countered, it still forced Empress Ziwei to retreat continuously with its strong offensive power.

Only after retreating several hundred meters did the flames finally disappear.

"Unaffected by the Soul Suppressing Ring, what stroke of fortune have you encountered?" Based on her understanding of the Dragon Emperor, he absolutely couldn't achieve such strength.

She was certain that Fang Yu must have encountered some rare fortune.

Indeed, that was the case.

Fang Yu's figure plummeted rapidly, landing on the ground.

Squinting his eyes, he said, "Ziwei..."

One step at a time, he moved forward.

This made Empress Ziwei frown.

Fang Yu continued, "In the past, you and I swore an oath... Seas may dry, rocks may crumble... Our love would last until death us do part. The betrayer will fall into hell, struck by thunder. Do you still remember?"

"Shut up!" Where was the demeanor of Empress Ziwei now? "If promises were of any use, I would not have ended up in such a state. Dragon Emperor... high above, have you ever considered my feelings!"

"Fine! Your feelings, I do not need to consider! Betrayal, and you still seek to justify it? Today, with the Dragon Roar Sword, I shall sever your head and hang it at the peak of Tiandu Mountain, to serve as a warning to the world!"

Fang Yu stomped his foot.

The sound of the Dragon Roar Sword intensified several-fold compared to before.

Witnessing this scene.

Empress Ziwei gritted her silver teeth and exclaimed, "I underestimated your ability... Today, I will let you witness what true Saint level is! Below the Saint level, all are ants at the Heavenly Rank!"

The Qingxi Sword began to spin and fly up.

Sword light filled the sky.

At the same time, Fang Yu noticed the fresh blood on her fingers, like specks of starlight, sprinkling on the Qingxi Sword.

"Essence blood?" Fang Yu couldn't help but be taken aback.

"Great Saints have Nine Ranks... and I have long reached the Second Rank of Saint level, the Constant Sand Realm!"

One grain of sand, one world; one person, one paradise!

This is the quintessence of the Constant Sand Realm.

In Ziwei's eyes, everything else around was ignored.

There was only Fang Yu.

Like a speck of dust.

With just one swing of the sword, that dust would disappear without a trace.

"The Constant Sand Realm?" The name of the realm for the Great Saints at the Ninth Rank popped into Fang Yu's mind, but his understanding remained murky, and he could not clearly recall it.

Nirvana, Constant Sand, it seems these are new realm names.

Rankings that are utterly beyond the Heavenly Rank.

But what about above the Constant Sand?

Fang Yu was certain that he had seen it before. It was just... he couldn't remember at the moment.

Amid his contemplation—

Empress Ziwei held the Qingxi Sword tightly with both hands, her whole body like a streak of light, with the myriad sword shadows assailing simultaneously.

The scene was like a drill; the green light kept spinning as if it could break through all defenses.

Buzz.

Buzzing...

The earth continued to crack.

The power was enough to shake the mountains and rivers.

Tiandu Mountain seemed to be going through an earthquake, a complete mess everywhere.

The Hall Masters of the Five Great Divine Palaces had already sensed this formidable power and all had taut expressions, looking towards the Tiandu Prison!

However...

Seeing this scene, Fang Yu's expression remained extremely calm; no matter how much everything shook around him, he was indifferent!

With a faint smile, he said, "The Constant Sand Realm, so what... From beginning to end, I haven't used my full strength... I just want to tell you! In front of me... how weak you are!" His voice suddenly paused, "Dragon Trace Sacred Armor!"

All over his body, suddenly burst forth a rainbow radiance.

Like a waterfall, spiraling around him.

In an extremely brief moment, it formed an armor-like defense.

With a whoosh, Empress Ziwei dashed forward thrusting.

Boom—

The tip of the Qingxi Sword pierced into the swirling dragon-shaped energy of the Dragon Trace Sacred Armor.

Everything stilled.

Empress Ziwei, holding the sword with both hands, her entire body parallel to the ground, her gaze straight ahead.

Fang Yu stood still, hands behind his back, eyes carrying a smile yet also radiating a sharp aura...

"Dragon Trace Sacred Armor?" Empress Ziwei's expression shifted slightly.

The energy brought by the Qingxi Sword made the defense dented inwards but ultimately could not break through!

In a duel between masters, a hair's breadth difference could mean being off by a thousand miles!

Not to mention, Fang Yu hadn't even used his full strength.

The two locked eyes.

Only mere centimeters apart, they could clearly see each other's eyelashes.

"How... is this possible?" Empress Ziwei said begrudgingly.