Strongest Medical Saint-Chapter 649: Old Messy Hair, You’re Looking for Death!

However, making a city disappear was not too difficult a task for a strong practitioner at the Condensing Immortal Stage.

Wan Zusheng's gaze settled on Lu Xiangfu. Wan Xiangtian was, after all, his direct descendant. The fact that these people showed no regard, and had gone as far as to kill Wan Xiangtian, was fueling a raging fire within him, his face revealing an extremely cold and stern expression.

Facing the fury in Wan Zusheng's gaze, the aura within Lu Xiangfu suddenly surged, and in the corner of his eye, he caught a glance of Shen Feng sitting cross-legged to the side.

Now that the malevolent energy was gone from his mentor's exterior, he knew that his mentor must be getting better. In the meantime, he had to delay time.

Yet faced with Lu Xiangfu's battle-ready appearance, Wan Zusheng's sneer grew even more intense, "You are merely at the Initial Stage of Condensing Immortal's Cultivation. Do you think that the Lower Realm is your domain? I really do want to see how strong your combat power truly is."

With that said!

Wan Zusheng shook his sleeve robe, and a torrent of Spiritual Energy erupted explosively from within him. His clothes trembled incessantly, as waves of immense force reverberated outward.

Lu Xiangfu couldn't block all of this Spiritual Energy, and there was still no reaction from the ground below; it seemed that the strong attacks that blocked the calamitous rain before had been completely exhausted.

He couldn't just stand still waiting for Wan Zusheng's next attack, as that would put him in a passive position. Moreover, a battle with a Condensing Immortal strong practitioner could easily harm Lu Guangwen and the others, and above all, his mentor could not be disturbed at this time.

This thought dawned on him.

Lu Xiangfu's figure instantly rose into the air as he roared, "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Wan Zusheng, of course, understood that Lu Xiangfu was trying to draw him into the sky, but he had no intention of leaving the ground. He pointed his right index finger at Lu Xiangfu in midair.

"Ice Soul Finger!"

With one point of his finger,

the temperature around plummeted rapidly, and thick layers of ice visibly formed in the air.

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The chilling cold of this finger was concentrated entirely on Lu Xiangfu, leaving the others relatively unaffected.

Lu Xiangfu suddenly frowned deeply. As soon as Wan Zusheng's finger was pointed, he felt the Spiritual Energy in his meridians become intermittent and was unable to unleash powerful Immortal Techniques, evidently due to the invasion of this cold energy!

"Boom!" with a thunderous noise.

As he grew anxious in his heart.

A colossal white finger phantom suddenly descended from the sky.

It was filled with an intensely violent and utmost cold aura. Lu Xiangfu's entire body began to stiffen, rendering him unable to dodge the inevitable strike.

Shen Feng, who was suppressing the malevolent energy, clenched his fist tighter upon sensing this change. He could clearly feel the power within this attack and was certain that Lu Xiangfu, after sustaining it, would definitely not be in mortal peril, as the cooling power from the blood-red ring within his body seemed poised to compress all the dense malevolent energy back into the Black Dot.

However, the attack Formation beneath the ground had run out of energy, and even facing an opponent at the Condensing Immortal Middle Stage wasn't going to be an easy task, let alone that his current state left him no chance to make a move.

With a "Bang!"

The white finger phantom fully impacted Lu Xiangfu's body, and the extreme cold assailed him. In the blink of an eye, he was encased in a block of ice and then, with a "Crash!" he hit the ground.

Lu Xiangfu, sealed within the ice as Shen Feng had predicted, was momentarily out of immediate danger, but it was also impossible for him to break free from the ice in the short term.

Lu Wansheng, Feng Lianghai, and others, witnessing Lu Xiangfu being outmatched by Wan Zusheng and with Shen Feng entrapped by a lapse into frenzied madness, realized they stood no chance against Wan Zusheng, flooding their hearts with the despair before imminent death.

Wan Zusheng's eyes, cold as ice, looked at the frozen Lu Xiangfu and said, "That's all the fight you have in you! You don't even qualify to make me flex my muscles."

After speaking,

he turned his attention to Shen Feng with a voice chilling to the bone, "No matter who you are, Golden Core Stage..."

His voice suddenly trailed off.

Previously, his Divine Sense had clearly sensed this youngster at the initial Golden Core Stage, but now he was at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage? Was it a misperception of his Divine Sense, or had the youngster deliberately concealed his strength?

But no matter what, in his eyes, there was virtually no difference between the Golden Core Stage and the Nascent Soul Stage. He continued coldly, "Kid, you can go on ahead. These people will soon join you down there!"

As he spoke,

he waved his arm.

An ultimate force of strangulation surged towards Shen Feng, powerful enough to annihilate beings at the peak of the Swallowing Spirit cultivation.

The ice-entombed Lu Xiangfu was filled with anxiety, but he was helpless.

And as Lu Wansheng, Lu Guangwen, and the others came to their senses, they tried to help Shen Feng withstand this force of strangulation, but their efforts were too slow to make a difference.

With a "Smash!"

The force of strangulation hit Shen Feng, sending him flying and drenched in blood, yet he showed no sign of wanting to die.

Feeling Shen Feng's vitality still surging strongly, Wan Zusheng said flatly, "Not bad, your life force is quite resilient, but..."

Before he could finish,

Shen Feng, who had been blasted away, suddenly halted mid-air. Just as the dense malevolent energy inside his body had almost been completely compressed back into the Black Dot, the attack had severed his connection with the blood-red ring, and he could not re-establish it on his own.

Without the cooling power from the blood-red ring, the dense malevolent energy burst forth from the Black Dot once more, even more violent than before.

Shen Feng made no move to suppress it, and with Wan Zusheng present, he couldn't focus on doing so regardless. So, he let the energy flood out. He had tolerated this old fool for far too long. His cold gaze locked onto the elderly figure, and he said, "You old cur, you're courting death!"