Urban Dominating Immortal Doctor Chapter 1123 - 1116: Beast Fire Burns, Summoning the Beast S

"This little brat hid so deeply?!"

On the Yuan Family's platform, Yuan Ba's rugged face also changed, his eyes becoming sowhat somber.

"Sword Cultivators, there aren't many even in the Celestial Cyan City, only the Divine Sword Sect has them."

The Grand Elder, Yuan Bo, also spoke with a heavy tone, his gaze chilling. He originally thought the Bai Family had brought in a good-for-nothing, but didn't expect his strength to be this formidable.

Clang, clang, clang!

On the Death Battle Platform, the sound of the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword clashing with the Purple Double Halberd echoed, while thunder light and purple-red flas surged between heaven and earth.

However, compared to the dense Thunder Light Sword Aura, Yuan Ming, who wielded the Purple Double Halberd, was already at a slight disadvantage.

"You're actually a Sword Cultivator?!"

In the fierce battle, a trace of gloom flashed across Yuan Ming's face.

"Correct, but no prize. After fighting for so long, it's about ti!"

Qin Yang sneered, speaking indifferently, and then, the thunder light around him suddenly intensified.

"Thunder Shocking Sword Slash!"

In Qin Yang's pupils, thunder light filled the air, and the Sword Aura in his hand suddenly surged. A Thunder Dragon rose from the Sword Aura, then slashed violently down at Yuan Ming.

Clang!!!

Yuan Ming raised the purple Scale Halberd in his hand to block, a sharp collision sound rang out, and one of the purple Scale Halberds in Yuan Ming's hand flew out.

In the next mont, a cold gleam flashed in Qin Yang's eyes, and a foot imbued with Thunder Spirit Power kicked Yuan Ming's chest.

Bang!!!

Under that trendous force, Yuan Ming's figure flew backward, then crashed heavily onto the Death Battle Platform.

Boom!

The hard Death Battle Platform was directly smashed into a large pit.

"Young Master Yuan Ming was kicked away?!"

On the Yuan Family's platform, the faces of Yuan Bo and others suddenly changed.

"In a weapon fight, Young Master Yuan is no match for that Sword Cultivator."

"So strong."

"Overwhelming in close combat, overwhelming in Spiritual Power, and similarly overwhelming in a weapon fight."

"Haha, I bet a thousand on that mysterious youth."

"..."

On the viewing platform, cultivators watched the figure kicked to the Death Battle Platform from mid-air, eyes filled with astonishnt, while so cultivators who bet on Qin Yang couldn't help but show delight.

"Cough!"

In the pit, Yuan Ming coughed up a mouthful of blood, stood up, his hair increasingly disheveled, hanging down, making his handso face sowhat twisted.

He was actually twice knocked down from the air to the Death Battle Platform by this little brat. Humiliation, utter humiliation! He, Yuan Ming, is the number one genius of Celestial Cyan City!

"Let's end this early."

In mid-air, Qin Yang looked at Yuan Ming in the deep pit, both hands swiftly forming a Spell Seal, with Sword Qi surging around him.

At this mont, his whole being appeared like a longsword towering between heaven and earth, drawing all eyes in the Death Battle Arena.

"Sword Control Skill, Sword Rain!"

Qin Yang shouted in a low voice, waving his right hand.

Swish, swish, swish!

In the sky above the Death Battle Platform, hundreds of sharp White Light Swords ford, filling the sky with no less than five hundred.

Each White Light Sword carried a fierce Sword Aura, all their tips aid downward at the Death Battle Platform, now fully enveloped by the White Light Sword.

"This is the ultimate move of a Sword Cultivator, Sword Rain."

"Sword Intent and Spiritual Power condensed into Sword Aura."

"..."

On the viewing platform, eyes fell on the sky filled with White Light Swords, lenses reflecting shock.

"Go!"

Qin Yang commanded sharply, flicking his fingers across the space, pointing directly at the just-standing Yuan Ming in the pit.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Five hundred White Light Swords descended with unmatched ferocity, piercing toward Yuan Ming.

"Damn it, you little punk, it's not so easy to defeat !"

Hearing the piercing sound of the swords, Yuan Ming looked up, his eyes dark as water, with so venom in his voice, as he saw the White Light Swords descending at extre speed.

"Fire Dao Secret Technique, Beast Fire Ignition!"

Yuan Ming's hands ford a Spell Seal, and the purple-red flas surrounding him flared up wildly, even becoming sowhat frenzied.

Between Yuan Ming's brows, the fla mark of the Purple Nether Fla Beast pulsated hotter, seemingly about to detach at any mont, Yuan Ming's aura also suddenly surged at this mont.

Boom!

Monts later, the violent and ferocious aura around Yuan Ming reached the Half-Step Immortal Venerable Realm!

On the Yuan Family's platform, Yuan Ba, Yuan Bo, and others stood abruptly, eyes all fixed on Yuan Ming.

"Young Master Yuan Ming is using the Original Beast Fire of the Purple Nether Fla, leveraging a Secret Technique to forcibly enhance his power!"

The Grand Elder Yuan Bo squinted his old eyes, his expression sowhat unsightly.

"Damn it, this little brat actually forced Young Master Yuan Ming to use a Secret Technique, but everything should end here!"

The Second Elder, Yuan Ting, darkened his face, glancing coldly at Qin Yang.

Forcibly raising power using a Secret Technique inevitably results in so after-effects, and after this battle, Young Master Yuan Ming will need at least a month of recovery.

"Half-Step Immortal Venerable Realm."

"Young Master Yuan's aura has risen to the Half-Step Immortal Venerable Realm!"

"..."

On the viewing platform, eyes focused on the fla-engulfed Yuan Ming.

"Half-Step Immortal Venerable Realm, huh?"

Qin Yang's gaze narrowed slightly for a mont.

"You little punk, among those of the sa stage, you're the first to force to use a Secret Technique, and it's borrowing the Original Power of the Purple Nether Fla."

Under the violent purple-red flas, Yuan Ming's voice carried venom, staring at the Sword Rain of White Light descending.

"Purple Fla Heaven-Burning!"

A snarl painted with savageness marked Yuan Ming's face, shouting fiercely as he pointed both hands skyward.

Boom!!!

Violent purple-red Spiritual Fla surged skyward from Yuan Ming's hands, sweeping toward the five hundred White Light Swords piercing down.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Under the purple-red Spiritual Fla, the Spiritual Power within each White Light Sword evaporated.

"Die, you little punk!"

Boom!

Accompanied by Yuan Ming's venomous roar, his aura turned even more frenzied. With a stomp on the Death Battle Platform, his figure shot into the air.

"Purple Nether Fla, Beast Spirit Summoning!"

Yuan Ming's hands ford a Seal, surrounding purple-red Spiritual Power surged frantically, transforming above his head into a sea of flas.

Boom!

From the purple-red sea of flas, a giant fire-elental beast, covered in purple scales and lion-like, erged from the flas.

"It's the Purple Nether Fla Beast!"

"A Purple Nether Fla Beast conjured from the Purple Nether Fla!"

"..."

On the viewing platform, gasps arose as eyes watched the fire-elental beast standing in mid-air.

Yuan Ming gritted his teeth, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. It was a ruthlessness directed at both Qin Yang and himself.

Swish!

Yuan Ming's Seal changed once more, and from between his brows, the fiercely pulsating fla mark of the Purple Nether Fla Beast detached.

A miniaturized version of the Purple Nether Fla Beast's fla mark, in stark contrast to the mountain-sized beast now towering in the sky, was only the size of a palm.