The Invincible Supreme Medical God

Chapter 755 - 437: Seriously Injured_2

"This time, kill him! Don’t let him escape! He killed all my people! He even dared to steal from our family! Such a filthy half-blood bastard actually dares to challenge me!" he shouted, and the entire marketplace fell silent. Then, everyone turned to see what was happening.

Yan Xiaobao sighed, gazing at the numerous experts in front of him. He narrowed his eyes slightly. "You’re all men — what a pity." He muttered as the blue cloud began swirling around him.

The ten Kings moving forward could feel a sinister presence within the blue cloud surrounding him, something they had never encountered before. Although there were numerous indications suggesting they were no match for him, the ten experts decided to attack anyway. After all, there were ten of them against him.

Yan Xiaobao scoffed at their decision and unleashed the blue cloud, transforming it into a long stream of blue energy. The moment the energy came into contact with the cultivators, they froze in their tracks and collapsed to the ground. Yan Xiaobao was now devouring the energy they had cultivated over many years. Soon enough, all ten experts lay on the ground. Some were a few meters away from Yan Xiaobao, while others were only centimeters away, yet none of them managed to touch even the corner of his garments.

The marketplace descended into absolute silence. No one dared utter a single word. Every gaze was fixed on Yan Xiaobao — the strikingly handsome mixed-blood man before them. He wielded an energy they had never seen or heard of before, an ability undoubtedly unparalleled in their experience. To subdue ten King-level experts so effortlessly — even an Emperor could not achieve such a feat.

The young Master of the Jing family stood alone, his face pale, his mouth opening and closing as though he wanted to speak, yet he seemed incapable of doing so. Yan Xiaobao took a step toward the young Master, who, in his attempt to back away, fell on his rear. His eyes were filled with horror as he stared at Yan Xiaobao — as if facing a monster.

"I am the heir of the Jing family!" he shouted. "If you kill me, our family’s Saints will avenge me!" he cried out. Yan Xiaobao’s lips curled into a sinister smile. "I’ve met you twice now, and both times you ordered your men to attack me. Even if I let you live, you’ll send your Saints after me. Knowing this, why should I spare you?" he questioned. His voice was slow but loud enough for everyone to hear.

In an instant, a sword appeared from his storage stone. The young Master immediately recognized the blade. Only the soft hiss of the sword’s unsheathing could be heard, followed by a faint, sharp sound. Soon, red blood stained the marketplace streets. Like a shadow, Yan Xiaobao moved among the ten experts, and before long, their heads fell to the ground. Looking at the men who had tried to claim his life twice, his expression became resolute — he would never allow those who sought his demise to live.

Without lingering, the young man departed the marketplace, leaving behind eleven lifeless corpses on the ground. The chilling silence and the stench of blood made everyone fix their gaze on the figure walking away.

The battle had been swift, absent of any exchange of techniques; instead, it was a complete slaughter. When the market guards arrived at the scene, all they found were the Jing family’s eleven enforcers lying lifeless.

Not long after, disbelief swept through the city. Those who had personally witnessed the event began selling Memory Stones recording what others could only describe as war.

Currently, the city was brimming with experts, soldiers, noble families, and factions from around the world. Knowing the necessity of understanding others’ power, they all purchased Memory Stones to witness the abilities of the white-haired man.

Soon, word spread everywhere that this man wasn’t just a master of combat; he was also the Great Marshall who had annihilated the Beast Army of the Spanish Empire.

Among the mercenaries and families that had once flocked to Muchuan City — including the aristocratic families of the former Spanish Empire — there was displeasure when they learned he was now in the same city as them. Many began fantasizing about how to kill him, but none had the courage to act. When they recalled the Beast hordes they saw in the Capital and across the Empire, they feared provoking retaliatory destruction upon their families.

Before long, it became widely known that Yan Xiaobao had immense backing. The more people learned about this young man, the more astonished they became. Stories of the Battle of Liluo City gradually reached the Capital, along with endless rumors of his Holy-level mentor and his ability to unleash Holy Rank attacks. Some even whispered that he truly controlled the Beast Army behind the scenes.

As rumors began to spread around Muchuan City, Yan Xiaobao found himself receiving increasing numbers of guests day after day at his mansion. For three entire days, he greeted visitors endlessly. Eventually, he decided that for the final two days leading up to the raid, he would no longer host any guests.

Yan Xiaobao was well aware of all the rumors. Gao Yan ensured he had new updates every day, but he knew there was little he could do.

The days passed quickly. Before he knew it, the day of the raid had arrived. Yan Xiaobao opened his eyes and slowly exhaled. He had spent the entire night absorbing Yin Energy, and for the first time in a week, his body felt like it was devouring wild weeds. He had once carefully balanced his energy; however, using blue cloud on the ten cultivators had completely disrupted the balance he had worked so hard to achieve. Sighing softly, he understood that he would have to start rebuilding the balance anew.