Medic Martial Dragon King

Chapter 1647: Chapter 1650: Life and Death Are Destined (Additional Chapter for ’Yi Cheng Tian Xia’!)

”You fool! I said I would kill you, and you’re still playing tricks with psychological pressure. If you don’t die, who will!”

Leng Ming sneered with a mocking smile and shouted, ”Purple Qi Coming from the East!”

Buzz buzz buzz!

Whoosh!

The aura surrounding Leng Ming suddenly surged, instantly reaching the peak of the Early Stage Venerable Realm. A dazzling purple light exploded from his body, and behind him, a faint phantom figure wearing a crown appeared.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

As if responding to Leng Ming, a streak of purple light floated in the sky, shooting rapidly.

”Purple Qi Coming from the East?! Imperial’s Martial Soul?! He’s the heir of the ruling family?!” Wu Liangcheng’s expression changed, exclaiming in shock.

Chen Fei felt a shock in his heart and promptly shouted, ”Si Jian, stop probing and attack with full force, he’s also practiced Soul Martial Arts!”

Fan Sijian felt a chill at these words, and simultaneously, a sense of death surged in his heart. He hurriedly mobilized his Inner Qi in preparation for a full counterattack.

Unfortunately, it was too late!

Swish!

Boom!

The purple light in the distant sky instantly shot in front of Fan Sijian, hitting him hard.

Rumble rumble rumble!

A massive booming sound erupted, and Fan Sijian was instantly torn apart by the powerful attack, exploding into a mist of blood!

”Elder Fan!”

”Despicable! That was a sneak attack!”

”Bastard! Who launches a full-force attack in a sparring match?!”

”Shameless!”

The disciples of Yunpiao Sect all roared in anger.

Chen Fei and the others’ faces turned gloomy. They had chosen the most outstanding sect disciples of the same realm. Losing even one was a significant loss; these people all had the potential to reach the Saint Realm!

”Head of the Jiang Family, what do you mean by this?” Wu Liangcheng stared at Jiang Chen, speaking in a low voice.

Swish!

Leng Ming’s figure flashed, returning to Jiang Chen and the others’ side, and turned to look at Wu Liangcheng, answering for Jiang Chen: ”Didn’t you say life and death were irrelevant? How come when your people die, you won’t acknowledge it?”

Wu Liangcheng’s expression shifted slightly, a cold gaze focused on Leng Ming.

Tap!

The Supreme Emperor took a step forward, blocking in front of Leng Ming, looking at Wu Liangcheng indifferently.

”Martial Artists’ sparring, life, and death are determined by fate!” Sun Buping said with a sullen face: ”Liangcheng, this was Si Jian’s fate, let’s continue!”

Wu Liangcheng withdrew his gaze and turned to look at a man in his thirties behind him: ”Zhao Wenzheng, avenge Si Jian!”

Originally, they hadn’t intended to kill, but Leng Ming’s clean and swift killing directly enraged the members of Yunpiao Sect. Sun Buping’s repeated mention of life and death was an indication that they could strike with lethal force.

”Yes!”

Zhao Wenzheng responded, his figure flashing to the center of the plaza. He glanced at Jiang Chen and the others, his gaze settling on Mi Jiaro: ”Come out and meet your death!”

”Come out and meet your death!”

”Senior Brother Zhao, avenge Elder Fan!”

”Get someone out here to meet their death quickly!”

”The dignity of Yunpiao Sect cannot be insulted! Senior Brother Zhao, kill them!”

The disciples of Yunpiao Sect shouted loudly one after another.

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, glancing at Wu Liangcheng and the others, a suspicious look flashing in his eyes.

He had Leng Ming provoke, or even kill, to test Yunpiao Sect’s attitude. Now, with just one kill, Yunpiao Sect harbored killing intent against them, which made Jiang Chen’s heart sink slightly.

According to his expectations, Yunpiao Sect should not provoke them to the point of desperation. However, he truly sensed Yunpiao Sect’s killing intent, stirring up an ominous feeling within Jiang Chen.

Do they have the confidence to keep all of us here when we break out in war? Where does their confidence lie?

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, a serious expression appearing in his eyes.

”Mr. Jiang, I’m going!” Mi Jiaro spoke softly.

Jiang Chen turned to Mi Jiaro, seriously advising: ”Remember, if you can kill, do so. If not, it’s okay. Understand?”

”Don’t worry, don’t forget who I am!” Mi Jiaro chuckled, rubbing his head.

Jiang Chen was momentarily stunned, then relaxed. He had indeed forgotten that Mi Jiaro still had a trump card!

Swish!

In a flash, Mi Jiaro leaped to face Zhao Wenzheng, sneering: ”You’re about to return to the embrace of the Lord, do you have anything to say?”

”The Lord? Are you from the Holy Court of Light?” Zhao Wenzheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

”Holy Court of Light?!”

”He’s from the Holy Court of Light?!”

Wu Liangcheng and the others’ expressions changed slightly, turning their heads in unison to look at Jiang Chen.

”Head of the Jiang Family, I originally thought he was just your subordinates, but I didn’t expect he was from the Holy Court of Light!”

Chen Fei said with an ugly expression: ”People from the Holy Court of Light would never be someone else’s subordinates! You, as a Flame Dragon Warrior, conspired with Western barbarians. You truly disgrace us Flame Dragon Warriors!”

Jiang Chen glanced at Chen Fei and said amusedly: ”Western barbarians? You truly have isolated yourselves to the point of ignorance. Don’t tell me you don’t know the current world situation, where the East and West have long since begun exchanging.”

”No matter what, the fact remains that the Western barbarians once attacked our Flame Dragon. The fall of the last dynasty’s royal family was due to the Western barbarians’ invasion, and you’re aware of how they plundered our Flame Dragon, aren’t you? Collaborating with Western barbarians, is this what the Flame Dragon Group has become, with no sense of national righteousness?” Wu Liangcheng said solemnly.

The Supreme Emperor and Leng Ming’s expressions changed slightly, carefully observing Wu Liangcheng and the others.

Jiang Chen looked at Wu Liangcheng indifferently and responded coldly: ”I remember all the vendettas of Flame Dragon in my heart, but the current international situation does not allow us to create enemies everywhere. Young Master Zhan, who has been traveling outside, is close to both the Eldest Young Master and Marshal, so he must understand the current world situation. Are you trying to sow discord between me and the Holy Court?”

”I...” Wu Liangcheng’s expression changed, a flash of panic in his eyes.

”So it was you!”

The Supreme Emperor suddenly spoke, cold killing intent flashing in his eyes, and said chillingly: ”You group of scoundrels! How dare you speak of national righteousness here? If it weren’t for your defection back then, how could the Westerners have invaded our Flame Dragon Land?”

Everyone was slightly stunned, looking at the Supreme Emperor in surprise.

Chen Fei frowned deeply, scrutinizing the Supreme Emperor closely, and suddenly exclaimed: ”You, you, you’re the Supreme Emperor?!”

”What?!”

”The Supreme Emperor?!”

”Are you from the Huangluo Clan?!”

Wu Liangcheng and the others looked at the Supreme Emperor and Leng Ming in astonishment.

”General Chen Fei, you still recognize me!”

The Supreme Emperor looked coldly at Chen Fei: ”Back then, you were the one guarding the border. However, when the Westerners arrived, you withdrew your troops three hundred miles, handing over the territory to the enemy. Later, you and your confidants retreated further without a fight, disappearing without a trace, causing the army to collapse without a leader. As deserters and scoundrels, what right do you have to talk about national righteousness here?”