Immortal Doctor Expert in Urban Chapter 939: 940: The Old Fiend Runs Rampant

Capítulo 939: Chapter 940: The Old Fiend Runs Rampant

Swish.

As soon as the voice of the Martial Saint rang out, a gust of wind swept through, and the Yun ng Ancestor had already appeared before him, his claw reaching out and swiftly gripping his throat.

The Yun ng Martial Saint clutched the Martial Saint’s neck, lifting him off the ground. Struggling for breath, the Martial Saint’s face turned crimson red.

“Hand over the key to the Nine Dragon Lock, or I’ll kill him,” the Yun ng Ancestor threatened with a cold glare at Wu Weiweng and the other five Martial Saints.

Wu Weiweng and Wu Boqing showed urgency in their eyes, fearing the Yun ng Martial Saint would really kill the Martial Saint.

“The key to the Nine Dragon Lock is not with us six; we are rely guardians of the vault. The key to open it is under the control of the nine commanders of the Huaxia military,” Wu Weiweng explained to the Yun ng Ancestor.

The Yun ng Ancestor chuckled coldly, “Why should I believe you? I’ll count to three; if you don’t imdiately hand over the key, or fail to bring your nine commanders to hand it over, I’ll kill him.”

No sooner had he finished speaking, the Yun ng Ancestor increased the pressure on the Martial Saint, making him appear even more tornted.

“One!” The Yun ng Ancestor’s voice began counting coldly.

“Two!”

Just as the Yun ng Ancestor was about to say “three,” Wu Weiweng hurriedly called out, “Don’t kill my comrade. I’ll call the nine commanders right now, claiming there’s an incident with the War God’s Blade at the Kyoto Treasure Vault, urgently needing verification, to have them bring the key.”

Yun ng Ancestor scrutinized Wu Weiweng, seemingly trying to discern whether he was telling the truth.

“Fine, call them now. If you dare leak any information or pull any tricks, not only will I kill this person, but I’ll kill all of you,” Yun ng Ancestor warned Wu Weiweng.

“I wouldn’t dare, I certainly wouldn’t dare pull any tricks.” Wu Weiweng appeared submissive.

Then he stood up, took out his phone, and dialed Lin Fei’s number.

The phone barely rang once before it was answered, Lin Fei’s voice coming through: “Mr. Wu, did sothing happen on your end?”

Wu Weiweng forced a smile as he spoke into the phone, “No, Commander Zhu, there’s been a minor incident with the War God’s Blade over at the vault. We’d like you nine commanders to use the key to unlock the Nine Dragon Lock and inspect the vault.”

Inside a base building, Lin Fei heard Wu Weiweng’s words over the phone, furrowing his brows: Commander Zhu?

Soon realizing the situation, Lin Fei responded over the phone, “Mr. Wu, no need to worry. I’ll notify the other eight commanders imdiately, and we’ll head to the Kyoto Treasure Vault for inspection.”

“We’ll await the arrival of the nine commanders at the vault.” Wu Weiweng said before hanging up.

Then Wu Weiweng looked at the Yun ng Ancestor, smiling as he said, “Sir, I’ve just called Commander Zhu of our nine commanders. He and the others will be bringing the Nine Dragon Lock’s key soon.”

The Yun ng Ancestor laughed sinisterly, “You don’t think such petty tricks would fool , do you?”

Wu Weiweng felt a sense of dread; could the Yun ng Ancestor have seen through his sche?

“Sir, I wasn’t deceiving you, I just…” However, before Wu Weiweng could finish, the Yun ng Ancestor struck him with a palm, sending him flying.

Bang.

Wu Weiweng landed several ters away in the hall, spitting out blood, severely injured and slipping into unconsciousness.

“Cousin…”

“Old Wu…”

The remaining Martial Saints cried out in urgency upon seeing this.

“Old thief, why did you harm Old Wu? Didn’t he already arrange for the nine commanders to bring the key?” a Martial Saint glared angrily at the Yun ng Ancestor.

The Yun ng Ancestor laughed, “Hahaha… Nine commanders? I think he was just notifying soone for reinforcents, wasn’t he?”

“Earlier, he clearly called a young person’s voice; I know all nine Huaxia commanders, and they are all over sixty. How could it be a young person? Clearly, it was not a commander at all.”

The expression of Wu Boqing and the four Martial Saints changed; they too realized Wu Weiweng had called Lin Fei.

Unexpectedly, the Yun ng Ancestor’s mind was as ticulous as a thread and suspicious, identifying the flaw from Lin Fei’s voice.

“Hehe, I bet he called that Lin Fei, right?” The Yun ng Ancestor’s voice dripped with malice, “After I take the War God’s Blade, I’ll take his head next.”

“Let’s fight this old villain!” Wu Boqing called to the other Martial Saints.

The other Martial Saints imdiately responded, “Let’s go!”

Then, several Martial Saints attacked the Yun ng Ancestor together; although they knew they weren’t his match, they couldn’t let the Martial Saint in his grip die without a fight.

So, to save their comrade, they fought desperately.

A storm erupted in the hall, with lightning-fast exchanges and flying shadows of fists. Amid the thunderous claps, it was like the heavens had been shattered.

With cries of agony, Wu Boqing and the four Martial Saints were all struck down, crashing into the hall, spitting blood, unable to continue the fight.

Crack.

With the sound of bones cracking, the Yun ng Ancestor raised his hand, and the gripped Martial Saint flew into the air.

After landing, the Martial Saint was dead.

Wu Boqing and the four Martial Saints saw this, their eyes filled with hatred as they realized they hadn’t been able to save their comrade.

The Yun ng Ancestor let out a cold and raucous laugh, “Hahaha… You thought you could stop ? When I, the Yun ng Ancestor, want to kill soone, no one can stand in my way.”

“And you think that without the key to the Nine Dragon Lock, I can’t enter the vault? Today, I’ll show you Huaxia’s so-called Martial Saints what I’m capable of.”

With his words, the Yun ng Ancestor’s white brows stood upright and his eyes widened, causing a violent disturbance in the air.

In an instant, countless Martial Saint energies erupted from the Yun ng Ancestor, forming a pressure that seed able to crush and destroy everything, filling the hall.

Boom.

Suddenly, amidst the storm, the white-haired Yun ng Ancestor lifted an iron fist, with muscles as hard as steel from arm to fist, generating swirling streams of red Martial Saint energy.

It was like a raging dragon coiled around his arm.

Swish.

The Yun ng Ancestor brought his fist down on the ground, roaring like a furious dragon.

Bang.

The tiled floor of the hall exploded under his iron punch.

The entire hall shook.

Nevertheless, after the Yun ng Ancestor’s punch, he did not stop but followed with another punch to the ground.

Each punch, more ferocious than the last.

The hall trembled ceaselessly like an earthquake, and with the increasing amplitude of vibrations, dust rained from the palace ceiling, and even the bronze Nine Dragons in the center of the hall trembled.

Bang.

With a fierce roar, the Yun ng Ancestor unleashed his full force, and the bronze Nine Dragons crashed to the ground.

At the sa ti, the hall’s ground quickly cracked open, creating a massive sinkhole, like the earth gaping wide.

The bronze Nine Dragons and all six Martial Saints including Wu Boqing fell into this vast chasm.