Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 1013 - 1011: Not Bad, Very Good (2 More)

Elderly Hun Qing, Wan Tonghai, and the others finally regained their senses.

For a moment, their faces turned deathly pale, devoid of any color.

Only terror remained.

Earlier, they had so unapologetically mocked Sheng Yingkun, the Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect, and Su Chen, so brazenly forcing Sheng Yingkun to the edge...

It’s over!

If Su Chen decided to settle the score, wouldn’t a single sword strike be enough to annihilate them all?

The three thousand primordial ancient experts standing beside Elderly Hun Qing and Wan Tonghai, who had always worn expressions of arrogance, pride, and aloofness, now had those expressions utterly erased, replaced by an incredulous fear.

Moku was trembling uncontrollably, unable to utter a word.

At the same time.

On the large crystal screens, apart from the East Region, the remaining three regions—South, North, and West—showed the likes of Ji Yueqing, Xuu Chi, Wei Ding, and Ye Zhihen. They were desperately, tensely, and frantically attacking their prison cages with all their might, attempting to break them open. But their efforts were in vain; the cages were far sturdier than they had imagined.

Around their cages, there were already some evil things beginning to gather. Of course, the so-called "some" merely amounted to ten or twenty of them. frёewebnoѵēl.com

But even so.

The pressure on them was immense. Those evil things ferociously rammed into the cages, clawed and attacked with their fangs bared, and even sprayed poison, utterly fearless of death, pain, or reason, making them horrifying beyond measure.

The metal prison cages trembled violently, as though they could barely withstand the pressure.

Clearly, Ji Yueqing and the others wore expressions of immense gravity. They cautiously and anxiously dodged the attacks of the evil things while concentrating their efforts on a specific point on the cage.

They were fighting with everything they had, sparing no effort.

Scenes like these!

At a glance, they were quite thrilling to watch.

But...

After seeing Su Chen’s earlier performance in the East Region.

And then comparing... Ha, this was akin to someone just winning a billion-dollar lottery and then heading back to their $60-a-day job—a complete lack of interest.

In fact, it was almost laughable.

If Su Chen’s performance earlier in the East Region scored a 1000 on a scale of 10, then Ji Yueqing and the others couldn’t exceed a pitiful 0.01. How could you even compare?

It was downright revolting.

The key was, Ji Yueqing and the others looked like they were putting in so much effort, seemingly racing against time, deluded enough to think they were vying for first place.

Little did they know, after Su Chen’s performance just now, rankings like "first," "second," or "third" were beyond meaningless—they were laughable.

To put it bluntly, Ji Yueqing and the others weren’t even worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as Su Chen. Comparing them with him was nothing short of an insult to Su Chen.

Under the gaze of countless onlookers, many people merely spared a passing glance at the screens of the South, West, and North regions before quickly shifting their eyes back to the East Region screen. Watching Su Chen sit motionless while cultivating was far more captivating than seeing Ji Yueqing and the others struggling desperately in their life-and-death plight.

This sentiment was shared by Moku, Elder Hun Qing, and the others as well.

"Brother Su is absolutely making it impossible for anyone else to catch up!" Nalan Qingcheng sighed, sounding a bit powerless. During this period when Su Chen wasn’t around, she had given it her all, and then some—not in hopes of matching Su Chen, but merely to avoid being left too far behind. But now it seemed...

Aside from a bitterly proud smile, Nalan Qingcheng didn’t even know what else to say.

"What a monster. I can hardly imagine the absolute despair Elderly Hun Qing, Wan Tonghai, Moku, and the others must be feeling right now," Xiao Zhen exclaimed, her face flushed with excitement. She cast a glance toward Elderly Hun Qing and the others before speaking playfully.

Just moments ago, Elderly Hun Qing, Moku, and their ilk had not been merely overbearing—they were outright insufferable bullies!!!

"Despair is an understatement," Yun Xi nodded. "Right now, Young Master could probably annihilate them all with just a single glance."

At this moment.

Su Chen was still cultivating.

Greedily cultivating, greedily devouring.

One Shichen passed!

Su Chen opened his eyes.

His physical strength had undergone another breakthrough—First Level.

Not bad.

Quite impressive, indeed.

The gains were astronomical, wouldn’t you say?

By now, even more evil things had gathered around him.

The entire East Region was engulfed in a sea of evil things, unending as far as the eye could see.

Every one of these evil things, teetering on the brink of bloodthirsty frenzy, had their gaze locked squarely on Su Chen.

And yet, oddly enough, none of them had made a move thus far.

Perhaps it was because the forty-some-thousand survivors from earlier had witnessed Su Chen’s overwhelming power and somehow communicated it to the four hundred thousand new arrivals?

These evil things weren’t entirely devoid of thought—perhaps they retained some sliver of cognition, no matter how faint?

Of course, none of that mattered.

To Su Chen, they all had to be dealt with.

For one, eliminating these evil things would release the evil Qi they carried, which Su Chen could use for cultivation.

For another, it was a kindness to these evil things. If they truly retained any thoughts, their deepest desire must be to die, right?

Once, these creatures had been Demon Beasts. Imprisoned for tens of millions of years, they had morphed into devil-like abominations—husks resembling dried corpses, living but not truly alive, unable to die, incapable of reclaiming their original essence. Returning to the distant past of tens of millions of years ago was impossible; their greatest yearning could only be death.

Thus, Su Chen had long made up his mind.

In the very next second.

A serene smile tugged at the corners of Su Chen’s lips: "This Young Master will grant you your release! Now, let us begin!"

As his words fell...

Su Chen took the initiative and struck first.

The Traceless Movement Technique activated.

He became a streak of light, rippling outward.

That light streaked through the air like a meteor, its trajectory imperceptible to the naked eye.

As the light rippled, the Sword Light danced as well.

The Sword Light surged forward, appearing as a gentle breeze brushing past—a subtle, noiseless motion. But the results...

Were the obliteration of hundreds, even thousands of evil things in an instant, the dissolution of tens of thousands, even twenty thousand more.

The scene resembled an iceberg melting under the scorching blaze of ten thousand degrees.

The scene resembled foam on the ground shattering under a relentless storm.

With the gust of each Sword Wind, the four hundred thousand evil things vanished at a rate of tens of thousands per moment.

It was more fantastical than the most elaborate sci-fi film.

The visuals were so chilling they penetrated deep into one’s very soul.

Beyond the Evil Sea, countless martial cultivators instinctively leaned on each other, their legs convulsing uncontrollably, leaving them unable to stand on their own. Tremors wracked their bodies.

Every single pair of eyes bulged bloodshot, fixed unblinkingly on the screen showing the East Region. No one dared to blink—it was as if they had become statues, corpses even.

On the Supreme Mountain overlooking the Evil Sea, even the air grew utterly stagnant and frozen, making it impossible to breathe.

A suffocating oppression filled the atmosphere, as though the heavens themselves were ready to collapse.