The Urban Medical Martial Immortal

Capítulo 1662: Chapter 1654: Bo Hanfeng

As the Saint Heir of the Tianyi Sect, the sheer power of Wen Xiuming was self-evident!

With just one step forward, a terrifying aura roared from his body.

Even Long Motian, when going all out, seemed somewhat weaker in comparison.

Mo Jiwu watched from afar, his face filled with anxiety.

If anything happened to Lin Tian, it would be like losing a major backing.

“This kid is courting death, being so arrogant in front of the Saint Heir and the ancestor. Truly asking for it!”

Sikong Xuan and others from Donnan Valley sneered and shook their heads.

In their eyes, Lin Tian was simply waiting to die!

However.

At this moment.

Standing behind Lin Tian, Long Motian watched Wen Xiuming make his move, a slight smile appearing on his face.

Soon after, he folded his arms and stood there with a calm demeanor, as if ready to watch a show.

“Long Motian, you’re on the brink of death and still able to laugh?”

Seeing Long Motian’s reaction, Zuo Qiushan’s face darkened as he mocked, “This is the North Continent, not your East Sea Tianhe Cultivation Domain, let alone your Dragon Cry City! Still laughing now—let’s see how you cry later!”

But, faced with Zuo Qiushan’s words, Long Motian remained indifferent, his smile widening.

The few people in front of him had no idea what kind of existence they were up against!

The only concern now was the Tianyi Sect ancestor, and whether Mr. Lin could handle it.

Long Motian couldn’t be bothered with Zuo Qiushan, continuing to stand there with arms folded and a thoughtful expression.

If Zuo Qiushan and Tian Zai Fei, the two Saint Heir of Tianyi Sect, joined forces, he was still unafraid.

Even if outmatched, he was confident in his ability to protect himself against a two-pronged attack.

Meanwhile, Lin Tian looked speechless.

“Attacking me is your biggest mistake!”

Lin Tian watched Wen Xiuming charging with an astonishing momentum, shook his head slightly, and said coldly.

“You’re about to die, and all you have left is a stubborn mouth!”

Wen Xiuming was extremely confident in his strength, and Lin Tian’s dismissive attitude made him furious.

His palm carried surging black Qi Radiances, like a black road, with faint hints of black thunder exploding.

“Demon Thunder Palm, kill!”

Cold killing intent surged from Wen Xiuming’s booming shout.

His palm followed, descending directly toward Lin Tian’s position.

Tianyi Sect’s combat techniques were inherently mysterious, and Wen Xiuming, as a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, made the attack overwhelmingly powerful.

Even Long Motian couldn’t help but twitch his eyelid.

“Once you’re done, come help this old man!”

In front of the Ancient Hall, Bo Hanfeng, unable to break the sealing of its great door, looked displeased and then reminded Wen Xiuming and the others without turning his head.

In his view, for Wen Xiuming and others to kill Lin Tian and Long Motian was but a moment’s task.

He was most clear on the strength of the three Saint Heirs.

But, at this moment.

Facing the charging Wen Xiuming, Lin Tian also raised a palm in response.

However, this casual palm strike seemed to have no energy fluctuation, crossing the air unremarkably.

Seeing this, Wen Xiuming wore a cruel smile and sneered, “Idiot, die!”

As the Demon Thunder Palm descended, the killing intent surged.

No one noticed, however, the burst of aura from Lin Tian’s palm at this moment.

Boom~

Amidst a terrifying boom, Lin Tian’s palm strike erupted with a flood of Qi Radiance, instantly engulfing Wen Xiuming’s attack.

Immediately following.

The large palm shattered Wen Xiuming’s attack, and the dark Qi Radiance exploded and dissipated in an instant.

Wen Xiuming was directly slapped flying, like a broken sack, crashing to the ground, one hand ruined, blood gushing from his mouth as he writhed in agony.

This sudden turnaround left Zuo Qiushan and others with frozen expressions.

They stared blankly at the wailing Wen Xiuming on the ground, in a daze.

“This…”

Not far off, Sikong Xuan and others were utterly baffled.

Wen Xiuming’s strength was something they all experienced firsthand.

As the Peak Martial Venerate Sikong Xuan, he felt he would be instantly killed by Wen Xiuming’s terrifying momentum.

Yet the result.

Wen Xiuming was instantly killed by the seemingly motionless young man standing there!

One was making a grand spectacle, the other seemed prey on the chopping board, but the outcome was apparent!

But the actual result was entirely opposite!

“What is your cultivation level?”

Wen Xiuming, heavily injured, couldn’t help but shout at Lin Tian.

What!

Meanwhile.

Tianyi Sect’s ancestor, Bo Hanfeng, turned his head suddenly.

Previously absorbed in the Ancient Hall’s door seal, he woke to reality.

Turning back to see the miserable Wen Xiuming on the ground, he too was taken aback.

“Ancestor, this person is formidable!”

Zuo Qiushan and Tian Zai Fei both swiftly retreated, distancing themselves from Lin Tian.

They had witnessed Wen Xiuming’s attack earlier.

That frightening onslaught, even they dared not confront it head-on.

Yet the outcome, Wen Xiuming inexplicably met his end with a single slap!

Ye Nanfeng, who he almost killed at Lin Tian’s hands earlier, was also terrified.

He let out a cry, rushing to Bo Hanfeng’s side, shouting, “Ancestor… this person’s strength is very peculiar! On our previous trip to Dead Spirit Swamp, our junior disciples were all slain by him! It was he who gravely injured me…”

“I’ve misjudged!”

Turning around, Bo Hanfeng heard Ye Nanfeng’s words and looked at the miserable state of Wen Xiuming on the ground, his face instantly darkening.

“I said, I don’t wish to attack you!”

Facing Bo Hanfeng’s gaze, Lin Tian spread his hands, smiled lightly, and said, “But you made a fatal decision!”

“I don’t know if you are from Dragon Cry City or elsewhere, but this is the North Continent!”

Bo Hanfeng had no impression of Lin Tian, nor had he heard of such a monstrous genius in the North Continent, assuming instead he was from outside the North Continent, his face filled with murderous intent as his gaze turned icy, “Killing my Tianyi Sect disciples, injuring our Saint Heir, is a capital crime! This old man’s duty demands I personally eliminate this talented threat!”

“I… also enjoy killing talents! Especially those who run rampant arrogantly!”

Facing Bo Hanfeng’s terrifying aura and intent to kill, Lin Tian’s expression slightly tightened, but he showed no trace of fear.

He finished speaking, flicking a finger.

A Qi Radiance shot forth like a cannonball, tearing through the air, directly targeting Wen Xiuming, instantly piercing his forehead.

Instant Kill!

Bo Hanfeng, who had been ready to strike, paused for a moment, and his body began to tremble.

A gruesome expression appeared on his face, and his eyes boiled over with rage.

The Saint Heir of the Tianyi Sect had been killed right under his nose; it was a direct slap in the face!

“You’re courting death!”

Bo Hanfeng’s voice thundered as he took a step, soaring into the sky.

“Stand back!”

Lin Tian shouted to Long Motian, standing behind him.

Long Motian didn’t need Lin Tian’s reminder, already frightened into retreat, keeping a safe distance.

As Bo Hanfeng leapt into the air, he sent a palm strike crashing down on Lin Tian.

Instantly.

A surging storm of aura erupted with Bo Hanfeng at its center.

His palm seemed like a descending gale, capable of tearing anything apart, immediately pressing down on Lin Tian with crushing force.

“Thousand Thunder Palm!”

Facing Bo Hanfeng’s attack, Lin Tian shouted coldly and leaped upward, launching a palm strike of his own from below.

In an instant, the winds and clouds whipped through the air.

Thunder exploded around Lin Tian’s body, lightning radiating outward from his palm.

With one palm, wind and thunder swept everywhere!

“Holy crap! Is he a Nascent Soul Monster, with the same cultivation as the ancestor?”

Witnessing this scene, Zuo Qiushan and the others below were terrified beyond belief, shouting in panic.