Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Fang Yu picked up the silver dagger.

This was neither a sharp weapon nor a magic artifact. It was just an ordinary piece of silverware.

Yet the chill it reflected in the sunlight made Carl shudder all over.

He was not afraid of death.

But rather, because he had been fallen for over a thousand years.

Enduring silently for a thousand years, he had been drawing on the essence of the sun and the moon over Tiandu Mountain.

Now, he would not be willing to lie down for even a hundred years, not at all willing.

Carl looked at the dagger in Fang Yu's hand and became frantic—

"It was you who forced me!"

Suddenly, he spread his arms wide.

Strands of blood qi appeared all over his body.

That blood qi was swirling and dancing like a person's Primordial Qi.

Anything it touched was corroded and shattered.

Seeing this, Fu Xi said, "I didn't expect him to have absorbed the Primordial Qi of Eastern Cultivators and gained the ability to corrupt. Mr. Fang, you must be careful; you need to hit him with one strike."

"Don't worry. With his power, killing him is no trouble at all."

"The Realm division of Cultivation in the Western Regions' Alien Clan is different from ours. He is a Blood Clan of Duke Level; when calculating by power, his defense is indeed above Supreme Heavenly Rank, but his offensive power has only just reached Supreme Heavenly Rank. However, now that he has absorbed Primordial Qi, it won't be that simple, so be careful."

At these words,

Fang Yu nodded his head.

The dagger made a full turn in his palm, just like when he mingled in Jiangzhou back then.

It was like the way gangsters twirl their knives, carrying a bit of that hooligan aura.

The blood qi became more and more intense.

The air directly in front of him was polluted by his blood qi.

Even the sudden surroundings turned blood-red.

A very nauseating sensation.

Fang Yu snorted coldly, and his Primordial Qi leaked out—

Buzz.

The dagger also began to vibrate at a high frequency.

"One Sword to Profound, Nine Layer!"

In Fang Yu's hand, it was as if nine daggers had appeared, advancing rapidly.

Nine cold glimmers merged together from a distance into a single streak of light.

This was the most basic Sword Skill of the Primordial Sword Skill, but when combined with the Nine Layer, it was enough to rival a strike from the Supreme Heavenly Rank.

This move seemed to tear through the sky.

Swoosh—

Fang Yu's figure flashed.

Within that blood mist, he was there and then gone in an instant.

With a sound, "Pfft."

The chill of the silver dagger disappeared.

Fang Yu's form appeared at the other end of the blood mist.

Everything seemed to have come to a standstill.

Deprived of the movement of Primordial Qi, the blood mist gradually dispersed.

The visibility cleared.

Time passed very slowly.

Both parties stood back to back, standing straight.

No sound at all.

A long time later, Fang Yu slowly raised his hand, looked at his palm, and lightly shook his head, "Sigh, it was a little bit off... I did not expect the Blood Clan's heart to be so strong."

Creak.

Creak...

That silver dagger was firmly lodged in the position of Carl's heart, merely a little bit off.

But it was this little bit.

That allowed Carl not to fall down completely.

Carl let out a breath.

Whenever fresh blood flowed out from the dagger, it would make a creaking noise...

Then the sun shone down, and the fresh blood turned into a cloud of smoke, as if scorched and steaming.

"Ha ha ha... Ha ha ha... I told you, you can't kill me... You can't kill me." Carl laughed hysterically.

Fang Yu squinted his eyes, slowly turned around, and said, "Who says I can't kill you. If one slash doesn't work, then two slashes..."

Thud.

Thud Thud.

Fang Yu moved rapidly.

Just in that lightning-fast moment,

A slender figure was even faster than Fang Yu, charging ahead first.

"Carl!"

When Carl turned his head, the person who pounced on him was none other than Empress Ziwei.

"What, what are you doing?" Carl roared.

Empress Ziwei's face bore a look of resignation and determination as she hugged Carl. At the same time, she grabbed the silver dagger and stabbed fiercely. Alas, he had grown too powerful, preventing the dagger from penetrating.

"Get out of my way!" Carl flung his arms outward.

Empress Ziwei spoke, "To accompany each other on the road to Netherworld, you once promised to be with me for all eternity. Now… it's time to fulfill your promise!"

A forlorn and aged smile suddenly crossed her face; it was the smile of someone who has come to terms.

It was a smile of repentance.

The corner of her eye glanced at Fang Yu's figure.

Her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

However...

Fang Yu still understood the three unspoken words from her quivering lips: "I'm sorry."

Repentance, it never fails to show up.

It's just that it arrived too late.

Tears streamed down her wrinkled cheeks.

And then, in a low voice she murmured—

"Carl, you might not truly understand Eastern Cultivators; even though my Primordial Qi is temporarily drained, as long as the Dantian remains, I still have the strength to fight... The essence of my Dantian."

If Xie Daoyun's Dantian essence could instantly Ice Seal more than thirty Supreme Heavenly Rank Tiandu Guards, how much power could Empress Ziwei's Dantian essence unleash?

Almost without any thought,

Fang Yu deployed the Dragon Trace Sacred Armor.

A rainbow of light flowed throughout his body.

A strong defensive aura enveloped him.

In the distance, Fu Xi, upon seeing this, also expressed his astonishment: "The essence of the Dantian? A self-destruction of the Saint Level Dantian essence..."

Fu Xi did not dare to take it lightly either, casting the Nine-character True Words Combat Skills for defense.

Fortunately, he was far enough away to withstand the repercussions.

Suddenly—

Centered around Empress Ziwei, a cyclone-like tearing force spread outward.

Carl struggled to free himself, but Empress Ziwei held him tightly, one hand pressing down on the silver Dagger, her grip ironclad.

...

Atop the Tiandu Hall.

The subordinates and ministers watched in surprise and fear towards the direction of the Tiandu Prison.

Despite being separated by a single peak and a distance of kilometers, they were still affected by the powerful shockwave.

Boom—

Trees were uprooted.

Roof tiles were torn away by the gusts.

...

The impact was less severe at the base of the mountain. But beneath the mountain where Tiandu Prison was located, everything was covered by rocks and soil.

This explosion caused the entire mountain peak to collapse!

It was unknown how much time had passed.

Until the gale gradually subsided.

All became still.

Tiandu Prison had vanished without a trace.

Half of the mountain peak was sheared off.

Amidst the ruins,

Fang Yu braced himself on the ground with one arm.

The splendid radiance of his body had also dimmed a bit.

It was some time before he slowly stood up.

With a sweep of his hand,

The Sacred Armor retracted.

He sighed, looked around, and then said, "What terrifying destructive power... If not for the Dragon Trace Sacred Armor, I might have been in big trouble too," Fang Yu said in awe.

Looking at the devastation around him,

Fang Yu whimsically added, "If I were to also unleash the essence of my Dantian, I wonder what would happen..."

No sooner had he thought this than he smacked his forehead and said, "Such a foolish act, how could I possibly do that; it's totally beneath my intellect."

He dusted himself off and looked around.

There was no sign of Carl...

He must have been reduced to dust by Empress Ziwei's move of Dantian essence, impossible to find even a speck of ash.

"Who would've thought that just a Blood Clan member of Duke Level could be so terrifying. What if it were a Prince or a Blood Emperor Level?"

Fang Yu shook his head.

Just then—

Fu Xi coughed several times, his face haggard, as he walked over from the distance.

"Fang, Mr. Fang... cough, cough..."

It was clear that he had sustained minor injuries.

Fang Yu asked, "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing serious."

Fu Xi approached Fang Yu, also surveying the surroundings with a myriad of emotions.

Fang Yu added, "After this is over, I'll need to make a trip to the Taia Sect as soon as possible to learn more about the Western Regions' different clans."

Fu Xi nodded in agreement and said, "Ah, I would like to accompany Mr. Fang."

"Let's not talk about this now, I have urgent matters..."

With that, Fang Yu lightly tapped his foot.

And rapidly descended the mountain!

Fu Xi scratched his head and mused, "The situation on Tiandu Mountain has been settled, why is Mr. Fang in such a hurry?"

How could Fang Yu not be anxious?

The Ice God Xie Daoyun was in a critical situation... After the Dantian essence act, healing her would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.