The Invincible Supreme Medical God

Chapter 732 - 428: Not Alone

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Yan Xiaobao, fully immersed in the sword, suddenly paused as he lifted his head. He could sense someone approaching, and this person was not alone.

"Someone is heading this way," Yan Xiaobao murmured. "At least twenty people are coming toward us, and there’s a carriage being pulled by a mystical beast, with four more riding mystical beasts." He placed one hand on the ground and continued.

Yan Xiaobao had an elemental affinity with the earth, and he had just merged with the element. He had become one with the earth, enabling him to scan the surrounding area. As long as someone stepped on the ground within half a kilometer, Yan Xiaobao could feel it.

"We should get moving. Things could become troublesome once they arrive here."

With Xiao Ling and Fang Wei agreeing to the young protagonist’s words, the three of them began leaving the altar. Yan Xiaobao furrowed his brow and shot a glance at them. The group heading their way was accelerating, the four riding mystical beasts moving faster than those on foot.

"You two, hide behind that boulder," Yan Xiaobao said as he pointed toward the massive stones nearby. Although Cou Ling and Fang Wei showed expressions suggesting they were about to argue, Yan Xiaobao quickly shook his head; his commanding tone left them no choice but to comply with his orders.

Turning around, Yan Xiaobao tightened his grip on the Ice Cold Storm Sword. His eyes faintly reddened as a killing intent flickered within. Simultaneously, energy surged through his body, making it easier for him to wield it in an instant.

"If it’s going to be like this, let’s give it a shot," he murmured as he stared at the sword in his hand. As the riders drew closer, the sword seemed to tremble more intensely, as though the spirit of a fighter within it was getting restless. It was as if the sword wished to battle alongside Yan Xiaobao.

Soon, the riders arrived before Yan Xiaobao. All four were mounted on Qilins and appeared comparable to experts ranked among the practitioners. Seated atop the Qilins, these experts were Kings, just like Yan Xiaobao.

Though their rankings were similar, Yan Xiaobao possessed many trump cards. He wielded advanced martial arts, advanced spiritual art, the ability to transform into a wolf, and the reforged sword in his hand. Furthermore, he had a Phoenix resting within his Lower Dantian.

Gazing at the four Kings, their sly grins surfaced as they rode closer, but their smiles quickly vanished when they felt their Qilins begin trembling in fear. It reached the point where the mystical beasts could hardly move forward.

"Useless trash!" one of the Kings roared, leaping off his Qilin and decisively slicing the beast’s head clean off. The Qilin’s body collapsed, twitching as blood gushed outward.

Witnessing his decisiveness, Yan Xiaobao couldn’t help but raise a brow in surprise. Though he was shocked, there was no outward expression on his face, nor did he let it influence him. After all, it was merely the slaughter of a mystical beast—a deed he had done countless times himself.

The other experts weren’t as resolute, but they all dismounted their Qilins, leaving the creatures behind as they closed in on Yan Xiaobao, slowly walking toward him.

"Young boy, what’s someone like you doing here?" one of the Kings asked as his gaze fell on the silver sword in Yan Xiaobao’s hand. The faces of the four experts immediately became filled with greed. One of them even licked his lips hungrily as they each stepped forward.

"Hand over your weapon, and we’ll let you live," another man said, focusing entirely on the sword Yan Xiaobao held. Seeing the greed in the man’s eyes, Yan Xiaobao scoffed disdainfully.

"If you’ve got the skill to take it, then try." He spoke with contempt, already prepared to face the Four Kings in battle. His expression remained calm, but an icy aura surrounded him. Watching the young man, the Four Kings first laughed loudly, then felt a faint chill ripple through their bodies.

"It’s four against one. Boy, you might be talented, but this isn’t your wealthy family’s home. We have no qualms about killing a prodigy, nor do we fear your family’s retaliation. All we care about is getting what we want. If you value your young life, you’d better hand over the sword."

"Shut up. Leave, or die," Yan Xiaobao sneered at the man who just spoke, as a soft humming sound seemed to resonate within him—a vibration harmonizing with his sword. Without waiting any longer, Yan Xiaobao infused Qi into his sword and waved his hand lightly, unleashing an Ice Cold Storm toward the Four Kings.

Although it was merely a Qi attack, the sword in Yan Xiaobao’s hand was far from ordinary. As the storm bore down upon the experts, they were forced to defend themselves against the wind.

"Shattering Rock Palm!"

"Stargazing Kick!"

"Golden Finger Attack!"

"Destructive Fist!"

The Four Kings roared their attacks as the storm collided with them, soon causing it to slowly collapse and dissipate. Seeing this, Yan Xiaobao wasn’t surprised, knowing the storm wouldn’t last long, as he had only infused it with spiritual energy briefly.

Ice shards reappeared at the edges and tip of the sword. Each shard sparkled under the sunlight, and with a flick of his wrist, all the fragments shot toward the Four Kings, once again forcing them to protect themselves.

This time, they abandoned offensive techniques and encased themselves in golden light for protection. However, even so, all four underestimated the ice shards’ power, and several fragments managed to pierce their surface, wounding the experts.