The Invincible Supreme Medical God

Chapter 778 - 446: Gate of Heaven_2

The injured Saint shook his head, further burying his doubts in his mind and once again focusing his entire attention on the massive door. It had been quiet for some time, but energy ripples continued to emanate outward, albeit slightly weaker than before.

"You need brute force to break through this door," the voice said. This time, it was not as powerful as before, but it still resonated loudly. It surged through the room, ensuring that all the experts heard the words distinctly.

"This door is the first of many trials awaiting you. I have generously rewarded all of you with treasures, and I recommend using some of them to bolster your strength. You will need every ounce of power to reach the end of the maze I constructed. To find my final resting place will not be easy—it will require luck, hard work, and sacrifice. Are you truly willing to sacrifice what needs to be sacrificed to reach my tomb?" The voice chuckled lightly as the energy ripples dissipated rapidly. Soon, it vanished completely, and the voice spoke no more.

Every individual in the massive room fell silent. Suddenly, many experts felt fear flicker in their eyes as they clutched their treasures tightly, no longer displaying them or attempting to trade them.

Three Saints turned around, their eyes hard as steel and greedy smiles adorning their faces. To the experts before them, they looked no different from lambs awaiting slaughter.

Not many Saints had snatched treasures on their way to the room. Many had been certain that the treasures were unworthy of their attention, so they hadn’t wasted time inspecting them. However, the voice’s words changed their minds. The treasures were undoubtedly worth the effort, and they needed them to advance.

It wasn’t long before many experts left the chamber, but not all managed to leave in time. Numerous individuals were intercepted by the Saints, their possessions forcibly taken. While bitterness filled the experts’ hearts, their lives were spared.

Yan Xiaobao surveyed his surroundings, his gaze landing on Sha Yun and her team. As they moved toward the door, their faces were grim, their eyes taut, attempting to escape before halting abruptly.

Noticing their urgency, Yan Xiaobao finally acted. He stood up from the spot where he had been seated for a long time and walked toward them. Seeing the black cloak, Sha Yun’s tense expression melted into a tender smile, the bitterness fading from her face.

"I’ll help you get out," he said casually to the group of mixed-blood experts, his words bringing a satisfied smile to their faces. Standing near them for a while, anyone who approached the mixed-blood group faltered; however, after most groups had been robbed by the Saints, their eyes continuously darted around, searching for other targets to plunder.

Soon enough, Yan Xiaobao’s group drew the Saints’ attention. Initially, due to Yan Xiaobao’s cautionary demeanor, they hesitated to attack. Unfortunately, their greed quickly overpowered their prudence, and two Saints began to approach the group.

Seeing them arrive, Yan Xiaobao looked at the beasts and mixed-blood individuals, letting out a deep sigh. "Keep moving, no matter what happens," he said with a smile. "I have some matters to discuss with these individuals."

As Yan Xiaobao stepped forward, the Saints were visibly taken aback. No one had expected him to willingly confront them, and their twisted expressions betrayed their surprise as their smiles vanished. Yan Xiaobao removed his cloak, revealing a power borrowed from Lan Feng. Energy ripples erupted from his body and collided with the energy of the three Saints, triggering small explosions with every impact. The Saints quickly realized that the man before them was no less formidable than themselves. Their shock grew even greater when they saw the injured Saint rise and move to Yan Xiaobao’s side.

"I’ll bet on your strength," the injured Saint said casually. "I also admire you for not knocking me down earlier," he continued while cracking his neck. The sound of snapping joints echoed as he prepared to confront the three Saints alongside Yan Xiaobao. "You’re betting I’m stronger?" Yan Xiaobao was stunned. He hadn’t anticipated that another Saint would be willing to help him. Even without the injured Saint’s assistance, Yan Xiaobao was confident he could stall two Saints; however, achieving victory was an entirely different matter.

The injured Saint nodded, a faint smile on his face, as Yan Xiaobao couldn’t hide his astonishment. Grateful, he acknowledged the peculiar Saint who had chosen to stand by him.

The expressions of the opposing Saints turned bitter, and their eyes gleamed with fury. "Xiao Ning, why are you supporting some obscure expert? He clearly isn’t from our Sun Kingdom, yet you choose to help him instead of us?!" one of them shouted, but the injured Saint—known as Xiao Ning—merely shook his head.

"I owe him a debt. He was the first expert to enter this chamber, and when I arrived, I was near death’s door. He knew I was an easy target, that he could finish me off effortlessly, but he spared me." Xiao Ning’s face showed resolve as energy began to ripple from his body.

By this point, Sha Yun’s team had already left the chamber, but the battle had yet to begin. Even though their target had disappeared, the air remained heavy, and everyone could sense the energy ripples filling the entire room.

Sha Yun’s group wasn’t the only one fleeing; others rushed toward the door as fast as possible, unwilling to linger in a room that Saints were about to turn into a battleground. It was inevitable that their unleashed powers would be chaotic and devastating; anyone caught in the crossfire would have no one to rely on but themselves.

Yan Xiaobao sighed softly and slowly removed his cloak, letting his energy explode outward. However, the moment he shed the cloak and stored it away, the Saints’ expressions turned bitter—not just the two he was confronting, but even the one standing beside him.

"You’re the Great Marshall of the Beast Army?" a disbelieving expert asked. Yan Xiaobao merely shrugged, neither confirming nor denying. His silence prompted another Saint—one who had yet to speak—to burst into laughter.

"He is the Great Marshall, no doubt about it!" he said with a grin. "The Great Marshall of the Beast Army is a King. Just a King trying to stand against us. Xiao Ning, do you regret now who you chose to support? He didn’t spare your life because he didn’t want to kill you; it’s because he couldn’t!"

Xiao Ning’s face was tinged with discomfort, but his eyes remained sharp as he shook his head. "I stand by what I said," he replied hoarsely. His gaze displayed unwavering determination but also hinted that he didn’t expect to win outright.

"Since you have faith in me, I’ll show you—no one underestimates me," Yan Xiaobao responded with a sly smile, a grin that puzzled the three Saints. How could he remain so calm while facing two powerful adversaries? The opposing experts were perplexed as they watched him closely. Their faces darkened when they felt his energy begin to climb.

The power started at the King-level but soon soared skyward. He had already matched the strength of a high-ranking Emperor, but it didn’t stop there—it continued to ascend, reaching the rank of a Saint.

As his power surged, Xiao Ning’s face reflected shock, and the other experts grew dismayed. The Great Marshall of the Beast Army was not as simple as they had anticipated. Clearly, this King Ranking expert had been concealing his full strength.

Even after reaching the Saint Realm, Yan Xiaobao’s power continued to escalate, albeit at a slower pace than before. As his energy climbed higher, the two adversaries finally broke free from their paralysis, their faces twisted with murderous intent as they charged at Yan Xiaobao. Yet before they could get close, a massive golden shield materialized in front of them, blocking their advance.

Laughing, Xiao Ning stepped aside as he released Wu Wei’s power from within his body. Xiao Ning was one of the strongest experts within the Sun Kingdom. Despite his injuries, he was in no way inferior to others. His wounds had been caused earlier when he recklessly charged through traps, opting to destroy everything in his path with brute force rather than carefully dismantling obstacles.