Medical Sage

Instantly, Young Master Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly as his expression shifted. The massive earth serpent formed from the Mystic Stone Mirror became even more ferocious, its entire body shrouded in a terrifying yellow light. Even from a distance, the mere sight was incredibly oppressive. And this was without Chen Fei unleashing his Hellhound Fire—otherwise, it would have been even more astonishing and dreadful!

BANG!

BOOM!

When Wen Tianxiong’s flesh claw, infused with immense True Qi, collided with the giant earth serpent, the very air seemed to tremble. Subsequently, shockwaves resembling foul, murky rings erupted violently and scattered in all directions!

Wen Tianxiong’s stiff, corpse-like body trembled violently. Grey-black blood spurted from between his claws, staining the ground. The blood was corrosive, causing the soil to hiss as it ate away at the earth, creating small, scalp-tingling black holes. Wen Tianxiong’s body was then flung backward as if struck by a tremendous force or swatted away by a giant’s hand.

HISS...

However, he managed to forcefully right his tumbling body in mid-air. His feet scraped against the ground, leaving behind blindingly bright trails with an ear-piercing screech. After two or three seconds, the harsh noise was abruptly silenced by the heavy thud of his foot slamming into the earth.

The next moment, Wen Tianxiong stood within a crater, his stiff body rooted to the spot. The ground in a several-meter radius had collapsed nearly a meter deep—a truly horrifying sight. Wen Tianxiong’s complexion turned deathly cold, and his eyelids began to twitch.

Beneath those twitching eyelids, a deep glimmer of shock slowly surfaced in the depths of his eyes.

It can’t be helped... The situation has clearly spiraled far beyond my control.

His Corpse Stiff claw, which had just clashed head-on with the giant earth serpent, was now a mangled mess of flesh and blood, as if mocking his arrogance and ignorance.

A Mid-Grade Magic Artifact was called ’mid-grade’ for a reason. It possessed terrifying power far beyond what any Low-Grade Magic Artifact could ever hope to match.

How laughable that I, Wen Tianxiong, had actually tried to fight it with my bare Corpse Stiff claw. I simply overestimated my own abilities!

Wen Tianxiong gnashed his teeth, his face a mask of bitter resentment and jealousy. Damn it, why is this happening? How can this little bastard be so lucky? If it weren’t for that terrifying Mid-Grade Magic Artifact, how could he possibly be my match? This is cheating! It’s completely unfair!

The situation had escalated far beyond his expectations. I had never imagined that the rabbit I thought I could crush at will could suddenly transform into a man-eating wolf.

The Mystic Stone Mirror now exuded the unmistakable scent of death. If I’m not careful today, I, Wen Tianxiong, might actually die here!

The moment this realization struck him, he found it absurdly laughable. Who am I? I am Wen Tianxiong! A formidable Peak Late Stage Innate Ancient Martial Artist, one who possesses the tremendous and terrifying trump card of the Body Refining Secret Techniques of the Corpse Stiff! But now? Now, I’m being cornered and pushed toward death by some young whelp who hasn’t even finished puberty. Isn’t that ludicrous?

Intense resentment flooded his heart. His grotesque, corpse-like face twisted into an ugly, ferocious mask of rage.

”You little bastard, do you really think you’ve won?” he snarled. ”Let me tell you, I will personally twist your head from your shoulders today! I’ll send you to hell!”

The old man descended into a complete frenzy. He plunged his uninjured Corpse Stiff claw deep into the shoulder of his mangled arm. Instantly, a bone-chilling wave of Corpse Qi erupted from his body. Nourished by this frigid energy, the mangled claw began to heal at a rate visible to the naked eye. Simultaneously, the aura erupting from Wen Tianxiong grew even more terrifying!

As the horrifying, frigid Corpse Qi pulsed from Wen Tianxiong, even the might of the Mystic Stone Mirror was somewhat suppressed. Seeing this, Chen Fei’s expression shifted.

I can sense that this is likely some desperate, last-ditch technique—a pyrrhic gambit that harms the enemy by a thousand to injure oneself by eight hundred!

Just as a flicker of concern crossed Young Master Chen’s face, Wen Tianxiong’s body finished healing completely. He stared at Chen Fei, his lips twisting into a ferocious grin as grey-white saliva dripped from his mouth. He flicked his long tongue out in a scalp-numbing lick, then shot toward Chen Fei like a cannonball, radiating murderous intent and kicking up a gale of Corpse Qi.

RIP!

As he charged, his claw tore through the air with terrifying force, seeming to channel the power of the underworld and corrupting the very atmosphere with a grim chill. The ferocious, sharp claw looked as if it could shred anything in its path. It was an incomparably dreadful sight!

”You little bastard, go to hell!”