Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

The exquisite face finally showed a trace of panic and fear.

This was an emotion she had never experienced since becoming the Empress of Tiandu Mountain.

For thousands of years, feeling this inexplicable fear made all the pores in her body uncontrollably open wide.

The residual Cold Qi around her made her shudder.

She was all too familiar with the Dragon Trace Sacred Armor, so much so that she dreamed of it every day.

The Dragon Emperor had once worn such armor to conquer the world.

That suit of armor had withstood thousands upon thousands of deadly attacks.

Countless enemies fell beneath this suit of armor.

Countless people were subdued by the honor it brought.

Empress Ziwei knew all too well... that this suit of battle armor was only a thing of legend, recorded in ancient texts and did not exist in reality. After the Dragon Emperor saw it, he desperately wanted to craft it, seeking the finest materials and sacrificing many Grandmaster Level Forging Masters, and finally created the Dragon Trace Sacred Armor.

It was armor that could channel the Inner Essence throughout.

Its defense was astonishing.

But...

The Dragon Trace Sacred Armor before her eyes was not the Dragon Emperor's.

This was clearly a battle armor formed solely by the condensation of Primordial Qi!

How could she not be alarmed!

"This... impossible!"

Empress Ziwei trembled, her face showing surprise as she spoke, "In this world, only a Full Saint can manifest Primordial Qi Armor! Are you...are you a Full Saint?"

Fang Yu had a stern look in his eyes.

"Full Saint?"

Ziwei let out a desolate laugh, her grip on the Qingxi Sword relaxed.

At that moment, the Vast Righteous Energy retaliated.

Bang!

Empress Ziwei was sent flying backward.

Blood spurted wildly!

Almost suddenly, the situation turned one-sided.

Did she seem... to give up resisting?

Fang Yu felt it...

Her strong confidence seemed to have been completely shattered upon seeing this suit of battle armor, so much so that her Inner Essence had a lapse, repelled back by the rebounding force of the Dragon Trace Sacred Armor.

She fell to the ground.

With a clang.

The Qingxi Sword also lost its luster, falling onto the cold ground.

Empress Ziwei let out a laugh.

It was self-mockery, and a bit like she was mocking the heavens.

"Full Saint... to actually be a Full Saint... If you had said earlier you were a Full Saint, why toy with me... Did you foresee everything today? Did you plan all this in advance? Hehe... Dragon Emperor, oh Dragon Emperor, you are always so high above, treating others' lives like weeds... You enjoy controlling others' lives, controlling their fates. Now, are you satisfied? Hehe, are you?"

Her voice suddenly turned mournful.

Fang Yu did not understand what she meant.

A look of confusion on his face.

What is a Full Saint?

Judging by Ziwei's reaction... Fang Yu felt that these two words represented the strongest above the Saint level.

But...

Fang Yu never had this concept before. He also didn't understand why Ziwei suddenly gave up resisting when she obviously had a lot of fight left in her.

The Full Saint, made her give up resisting?

That was Fang Yu's current judgment.

"Pick up your sword..." Fang Yu said indifferently.

Swoosh—

The Dragon Roar Sword pointed at Ziwei from afar.

Ziwei looked up at Fang Yu and said, "You've never died, have you? You never left, did you? Back then... to break through to the Saint level, you entered the Secret Realm at all costs. Afterwards, you reached the Saint level... Tell me, did you enter the Secret Realm again, some kind of time-reversing Secret Realm? It must be so! Definitely!"

As an Empress.

Her speech was somewhat incoherent.

Fang Yu shook his head and said, "Secret Realms are perilous, not so easily encountered. Even if one were to find one, there are countless types of Secret Realms. How can you be sure that the one you enter will definitely be one that reverses time? Ziwei, you are overthinking... Pick up your sword and let me see the demeanor of an Empress!"

All of a sudden—

Empress Ziwei grabbed the Qingxi Sword from the ground.

It was almost like madness.

He unleashed the entirety of his Inner Essence.

Constant Sand Level Saint...

The air itself twisted as he mobilized his Inner Essence.

This was a negative side effect caused by the speed being too fast and draining the surrounding Spiritual Energy.

Buzz——

A faint blue glow appeared at the tip of the Qingxi Sword.

This was the spark created when the power reached its peak, and the vibration frequency was too fast.

Fang Yu's expression turned cold as he shouted, "Very good!"

Bang!

Fang Yu remained still.

The Qingxi Sword stabbed into the Dragon Trace Sacred Armor once again.

The more it stabbed, the brighter the glow from the Dragon Trace Sacred Armor became.

Empress Ziwei's eyes, originally filled with hope... became filled with despair in an instant.

She immediately tried to pull out the Qingxi Sword.

But she found that the Dragon Trace Sacred Armor on Fang Yu's body was twisting...

The majestic long dragon roared, and danced through the sky.

The radiance dispersed.

The dragon-shaped Primordial Qi skimmed past the Qingxi Sword.

And returned to Fang Yu's body again.

There was no trace of the Qingxi Sword to be found.

In that instant, it had been devoured by the Divine Dragon.

The Dragon Trace Sacred Armor, after devouring the Qingxi Sword, gained an additional layer of green defense...

Fang Yu nodded in satisfaction and threw a punch.

Bang!

Empress Ziwei was sent flying with a single palm strike.

Defeat was certain.

Her mind was in complete disarray.

In her eyes, Fang Yu was the bona fide Full Saint!

Spurt——

Blood spurted wildly.

How many years had it been?

In the past thousand years, few could force her to use the Qingxi Sword, let alone suffer a defeat.

She was nearly invincible.

Now, this myth of invincibility had been shattered.

"The Dragon Trace Sacred Armor... is actually made of refined dragon marks condensed from Primordial Qi... you, how many more secrets do you have?" Ziwei said with unwillingness on her face.

Fang Yu lifted the Dragon Roar Sword.

Looking at Ziwei, he said, "If you knew this day would come, why did you start at all... You have already lost. No more words can change that. Make your own end."

"End it?"

Ziwei laughed, a cheerless laugh, "Do you really think... all these years as the Empress have been for nothing? You're wrong, so very wrong... Even if you are a Full Saint, what of it? Today... I want those underlings of yours... to join me in death!"

Just as she was about to raise her palm.

Fang Yu's eyes shifted as he said, "Want to activate the Array? You need to have the chance!"

The Dragon Roar Sword in his hand suddenly transformed ——

"Heavenly Gang Gold Needle!"

Together with the Taixuan Finger Technique, it whooshed straight towards Ziwei's brow.

Just as the Heavenly Gang Gold Needle fiercely shot towards her.

A shadow appeared like a bolt of lightning.

Bang!

Black mist, blocked the Heavenly Gang Gold Needle.

The shadow swept up Ziwei... and stepped back several paces.

Empress Ziwei looked surprised as she turned her head towards the shadow, saying, "You... you're alive?"

The shadow was entirely wrapped in black cloth...

His features were not visible.

He lowered his head, looked at Ziwei, and said with a hoarse voice, "For you... I must also live... For a thousand years, every moment of every day, I dreamed of you. Afraid the Dragon Emperor had not died... I never expected, the Dragon Emperor indeed had not died... truly the irony of fate."