Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 1030 - 1028: Unbelievable (1 Update)

The white-robed young man froze for a moment, then those eerie eyes contracted sharply.

How is this possible?! He was utterly and completely shocked!

The other party had actually... actually discerned that he was part of the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race?

Was this not a dream?

First, there weren’t many martial cultivators on the Divine Martial Continent who could accurately identify the name "Extraterrestrial Celestial Race." He had descended upon the Divine Martial Continent for a few days now, during which he appeared indistinguishable from humans. Blending among them, he would occasionally inquire about humanity’s understanding of the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race. However, the answers he received indicated that virtually no one knew about the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race.

Second, if the other party knew about the Celestial Race and could identify him as part of it, how could they remain so calm and indifferent? The Extraterrestrial Celestial Race!!! It was overwhelmingly stronger compared to the Divine Martial Continent—far too overwhelming. Even during the Ancient Era, the most prosperous and thriving age of the Divine Martial Continent, they had barely managed to resist the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race, narrowly avoiding complete annihilation. Worth mentioning was that even during the Ancient Era, the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race had only unleashed one-fifth of its power in their invasion.

The white-robed young man stared at Su Chen, fixated on him, his gaze growing increasingly eerie and remaining silent for a long while.

"What?" At that very moment, Di Qiong turned to look at Su Chen, astonished. The other party was part of the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race? This vile man who dared to speak rudely was actually part of the Celestial Race? The Celestial Race had descended? Di Qiong naturally knew of the Celestial Race, but she had never seen one in person. So, her curiosity was immense—immensely immense. She then turned, fixing her gaze on the white-robed young man, her eyes filled with killing intent, extreme killing intent, mixed with curiosity.

If the other party truly was part of the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race, he must die.

The Extraterrestrial Celestial Race and humanity were fatal enemies with a hatred spanning endless millennia!!!

A hatred even greater than that between humanity and the Monster Beasts.

The Extraterrestrial Celestial Race had no second motive for the Divine Martial Continent—only invasion and obliteration. The Divine Martial Continent had no second motive for the Celestial Race—only resistance and annihilation.

"Haha... Celestial Race? Is this gentleman joking? I have no idea what you’re talking about. Celestial Race? What sort of race is that? Could you explain it to me in detail? I’m quite curious." The white-robed young man suddenly chuckled, taking a sip of tea as he laughed.

"Keep him breathing. There are a few things I’d like to ask," Su Chen completely ignored the white-robed young man and instead spoke to Di Qiong.

Inside the hall, the other martial cultivators who were sipping tea appeared confused. They had overheard Su Chen, the white-robed young man, and the breathtakingly beautiful woman’s conversation but were utterly bewildered.

They could not understand a thing.

Celestial Race? What’s that?

"Alright!" Di Qiong nodded. Whatever Su Chen said was what it would be—she had that level of understanding. Otherwise, as his mount, she would only suffer his punishment without a place to plead her case. Moreover, this foul-mouthed white-robed young man indeed deserved death. Even if he wasn’t part of the Celestial Race, he needed a harsh lesson.

"Are you sure you want to strike?" The white-robed young man suddenly laughed, baring his teeth in a grin—a grin unsettling enough to send chills. He had intended to stay hidden for a while—at least temporarily avoid exposure—but humans who didn’t know their place had forced his hand, leaving him no choice.

"Boom!!!" In that very instant, Di Qiong made her move. Di Qiong was inherently violent and domineering by nature; the combat style of the Monster Beast Clan was extraordinarily straightforward—no fancy cultivation techniques, martial skills, or tricks—just a punch, straight and simple.

The moment that punch was thrown, the white-robed young man’s smile froze. Those eerie eyes became instantly filled with shock, terror, and disbelief.

He thought Su Chen and this absolutely stunning woman’s strength was at the Ancestral Saint Realm level.

First, Su Chen’s realm was at the Eighth Layer of the Ancestral Saint Realm. Second, in the region of the East Crane Ancient Kingdom he had descended upon, the strongest figure was only at the Nine-layered Peak of the Ancestral Saint Realm, with no existence beyond that level.

But Di Qiong’s attack was demonstratively at least at the Origin Domination Realm level! The strength difference from the Ancestral Saint Realm was tenfold—an insurmountable gap!

When Di Qiong delivered the punch, it appeared like a casual flick of a delicate hand. Yet, in reality, as her fist struck, the entire area around the teahouse seemed to be drenched in molten iron—utterly solidified, locked in place, with no escape. Even chaotic Void currents couldn’t leak out.

Moreover, Di Qiong’s control over her strength was highly precise and condensed. This punch was clearly intentionally compressed, focusing all its explosive force into a small concentrated point to maximize instantaneous destructive power.

Overall, this punch was immensely powerful!

Of course, it was strong.

Di Qiong might face humiliation under Su Chen!

But only under Su Chen.

Beyond Su Chen, throughout the entire Divine Martial Continent, including both the Buddha Domain and Fierce Domain, no one could defeat her. Even her Imperial Father, Emperor Qing, at best could only manage to edge out a victory, certainly not a total defeat. At the end of the day, she ranked as the third most powerful individual on the Divine Martial Continent and was still endlessly growing, inching closer to second place!

No matter how weak the Divine Martial Continent was or how inferior it was to the Extraterrestrial Celestial Race, its second-ranking terrifying entity’s strike would not be something a mere ordinary Celestial Race member could withstand!

This white-robed young man’s name was Simo Tao.

He was merely a minor figure.

The entire Extraterrestrial Celestial Race shared only one surname—Simo. Legend had it that Simo was the surname of the Primordial Race Emperor, the Old Ancestor of the Celestial Race, and all Celestial Race members were his descendants.

Speaking of descendants, the Celestial Race had a distinct difference from humans, Monster Beasts, and other races: they practiced asexual reproduction, dividing like bacteria.

However, when an individual of the Celestial Race divided and split into two entities, each individual inherited precisely half of the original bloodline.

Bloodline—it was the essence of the Celestial Race’s hierarchy and strength.

If analyzed thoroughly, bloodline essentially referred to the Primordial Race Emperor’s lineage. All Celestial Race members were his descendants, and those who possessed higher concentrations of his bloodline were naturally stronger, while those with less were weaker.

Of course, this didn’t mean that bloodline concentration remained constant. The Celestial Race all practiced cultivation through the Primordial Scripture.

The Primordial Scripture was a cultivation technique created by the Primordial Race Emperor. Practicing it could incrementally increase bloodline concentration.

However, for the vast majority of the Celestial Race, a lifetime of practicing the Primordial Scripture yielded minimal increases in concentration.

Cultivation, for both humans and the Celestial Race, ultimately depended on fortuitous encounters and moments of enlightenment.

Regardless, every member of the Celestial Race strived tirelessly for bloodline enhancement.