Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 596 - 590: Unacceptable (5 Updates)

Mo Qingwu’s gaze flickered slightly, yet she remained silent.

"When this person first entered the Burning Heaven Sect, he exhibited a strong talent for martial cultivation, capable of challenging those beyond his level, which was particularly astonishing. However, his character was too rigid. He offended a First-Rank Power in the Scarlet Prefecture and ended up being hunted down, ultimately dying in the mountains!" Chen Qingbei continued.

"You are lying!!!" Mo Qingwu’s body went limp, almost falling to the ground, her face utterly drained of color.

Lying? Heh heh... Mo Qingwu, if you think our sect is lying, then let it be a lie!" Chen Qingbei sneered. He fabricated this news for two reasons: first, to make Mo Qingwu give up on Su Chen, and second, to disturb Mo Qingwu’s state. Although he used elixirs to reduce Mo Qingwu’s combat power by a whole Great Realm, what if something unexpected happened? Out of caution, he threw out the news of Su Chen’s death to make Mo Qingwu lose her will to fight, killing two birds with one stone.

"Su Chen won’t die!" Mo Qingwu articulated each word, but her aura had already begun to become disorderly, clearly, her mind was no longer at peace.

"Is that so?" Chen Qingbei smiled disdainfully. "You know best what kind of person Su Chen is..."

Mo Qingwu’s form trembled.

Indeed!

She knew Su Chen’s character the best: too inflexible, too proud. It would not surprise her in the least if Su Chen had offended a First-Rank Power.

Could it be that Su Chen really...

Mo Qingwu’s heart wrenched painfully, tears already forming in her beautiful eyes.

"Alright, go up and fight!" Chen Qingbei sneered, seeing Mo Qingwu looking the way he wanted.

Mo Qingwu seemed to have lost her spirit, walking towards the Martial Battle Platform like a zombie.

Zhang Xingxiao watched Mo Qingwu from a distance, a cruel smile on her lips.

Suddenly.

The two ascended the platform again.

Around the Martial Battle Platform, a buzz of discussion arose:

"What’s wrong with Fairy Qingwu?"

"The Saintess looks like she’s cried!"

"She looks like she’s lost her soul!"

"Dammit!!! What exactly happened?"

"Can she still win?"

.........

On the Martial Battle Platform.

"What’s the matter? You look like you’re about to cry, heh heh... I really pity you!" Zhang Xingxiao stared at Mo Qingwu and scoffed, "What happened? Share it, let your sister here have a laugh."

Mo Qingwu still did not utter a word, appearing as if her soul had been extracted.

Standing there, she did not even look at Zhang Xingxiao, as if she had forgotten this was a duel.

All her thoughts were filled with Su Chen, scene after scene in Divine Human City.

Her heart truly ached immensely.

"Hmph, not talking?" Zhang Xingxiao snorted, then the Purple Sword in her hand suddenly stirred.

Instantly, a cold light danced, shadows of swords flickered, darting towards Mo Qingwu.

Yet Mo Qingwu still stood there, seemingly unaware of the incoming danger.

Around the Martial Battle Platform, the noise of discussions suddenly increased:

"Saintess, you should fight back!"

"What exactly is wrong?"

"Have you gone mad? Make a move!"

"Is she looking for death?!"

......

In a flash.

Pff!!!

The clear sound resonated through the air, Mo Qingwu retreated step by step, and on her arm, there was a bright red patch, a two-inch long Sword Scar deeply embedded into her flesh.

At the same time, Zhang Xingxiao was already standing in front of Mo Qingwu, only a meter away from her.

"Mo Qingwu, you really are the absolute worst! How could someone with such weak abilities ever serve as a Saintess? Hehe..." Zhang Xingxiao mocked with a delighted laugh.

"Saintess, Saintess, Saintess, what’s wrong with you? Fight back!" from below the Martial Battle Platform, Little Luo yelled loudly, her voice breaking with tears as she anxiously stamped her feet.

Mo Qingwu glanced subconsciously at Little Luo, then, trembling, she raised her sword and suddenly shouted, "Go to hell!!!"

Her voice was filled with murderous intent, a chilling shrillness, fury, and an unbearable agony.

Indeed, her sword now contained murderous intent.

It seemed she was determined to fight Zhang Xingxiao to the death.

The Green Butterfly Sword transformed into a streak of cold light, slicing through the air, eerie and chilling, slashing downwards in a single stroke.

Zhang Xingxiao was initially startled, then visibly panicked, never expecting Mo Qingwu to desperately fight back. She instinctively stepped back, while her purple treasured sword frantically blocked in front of her.

In a flash.

Clang!

In the grating clash, the green and purple swords collided.

Clearly, Mo Qingwu was forced back, vomiting blood as she retreated.

Although Zhang Xingxiao also took two steps back, she was not injured.

It appeared that Mo Qingwu was at a disadvantage, Zhang Xingxiao at an advantage.

This scene stunned all the Leiming Sect disciples, who stood with their mouths agape, unable to believe what they were seeing on the Martial Battle Platform.

What happened to Mo Qingwu? Why was she this weak? Wasn’t she dominating Zhang Xingxiao before?

What was going on now?

Little did they know, after taking an elixir, Mo Qingwu’s strength had declined by an entire Great Realm.

Zhang Xingxiao was shocked herself.

But soon, she became excited!!!

She had a hunch, thinking to herself that the head of Leiming Sect was quite reliable. She took a deep breath, all her fear dissipating in an instant, her eyes gleaming like two bright stars, twinkling with a cruel light.

"Mo Qingwu, you want to kill me?" Zhang Xingxiao scoffed, "I’m standing right here, and you can hardly hurt me one bit; you believe that?"

"Go to hell!" Mo Qingwu’s eyes were somewhat red, as if she was losing her rationality. She shouted lowly, heedless of her injuries, and pounced forward again.

Zhang Xingxiao just stood there, only smirking coldly.

In a flash.

Here it came.

Mo Qingwu’s Green Butterfly Sword was right in front of her, Zhang Xingxiao’s form suddenly flickered, effortlessly dodging Mo Qingwu’s Green Butterfly Sword. Meanwhile, her purple longsword sliced across Mo Qingwu’s shoulder and neck.

A deep, eerie, blood-red sword scar three inches long clearly spread across Mo Qingwu’s shoulder and neck, giving a chilling sight.

Blood gushed rapidly from the wound, staining her clothes.

Mo Qingwu painfully furrowed her brows, her face so pale it was void of any color, she instinctively stepped back two steps, tragically beautiful yet helpless.

The blood dripped from Zhang Xingxiao’s purple sword.

Zhang Xingxiao’s smile grew more content watching Mo Qingwu’s tragic state, an indescribable pleasure apparent on her face.

Beneath the Martial Battle Platform, the more than one hundred thousand disciples of Leiming Sect were first silent!!!

Then, suddenly erupted:

"Mo Qingwu, what on earth are you doing?"

"Mo Qingwu, is this your ability?"

"Saintess? She’s supposed to be a Saintess? She’s not even comparable to an ordinary True Disciple!"

"Disgraceful!"

"Absolutely disgraceful."

......

The disciples of Leiming Sect, almost none of them knew what had happened to Mo Qingwu; they only knew, suddenly, she was no longer a match for Zhang Xingxiao and the gap was considerable.

How could they accept this?