Overbearing Immortal Doctor

Qin Feng didn’t search for long. Shortly thereafter, a massive Crystal Gate emerged from afar. The gate resembled a mirror, and a faint silhouette was visible within it. Almost instantly upon seeing the silhouette, Qin Feng’s eyes suddenly emitted two tiny spots—the figure in the mirror was engulfed by Divine Fire, emanating an aura of intense authority. Qin Feng was very familiar with this person. In the world of Purgatory, Qin Feng’s first acquaintances were Ji Ziya, followed by the Iron Tower and this man. Of course, the Iron Tower was an ally, but this man was an enemy—He Lian!

"Indeed, this so-called Divine Power has come to kill me." Qin Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly. Thinking about it, aside from his contact with the Holy Kingdom, who else had touched the endless territories? No one else had approached him. How could he incite the Divine Realm to seek revenge for him?

Just meters ahead, Qin Feng squinted again as he spotted seven individuals clad in black robes. At this moment, these seven Black Robed People stood beneath the Crystal Gate, where a massive force of the Death Dao was being sprayed from the gate, furiously infusing into these seven individuals.

The aura of the seven Black Robed People soared with the infusion of the Death Dao’s power. These seven were likely the final "slaves."

Clearly, after Wu Chan and over twenty other slaves were killed in Huangfu City by Qin Feng, He Lan retrieved enormous death energy and chose to empower these seven individuals, but the process required time. Consequently, Gu Ming Ghost Saint and seventeen other "slaves" were tasked with guarding Buddhist Law atop Tianfeng Mountain.

This likely explains why the initial ten "slaves" failed to rescue six others during the first wave. These seventeen, including the first ghost among them, were defeated. Julian chose strength for the other seven but didn’t select them. They also sought greater death energy, attempting to sacrifice more companions, yet the second wave didn’t anticipate Qin Feng finding them and constantly concealing his prowess. This is why their plan was completely disrupted, even devastated by the opposition.

"Damn it, no wonder I couldn’t pinpoint these seven. They’ve been isolated from everything by the immense power of the Death Dao!" Qin Feng’s face grew stern, avoiding hesitation and charging forward.

Originally, over 200 "slaves" were manufactured in the Holy Land. Qin Feng wasn’t afraid, as these two hundred were the most influential experts at the late stage of the Ninth Layer of the Holy Land, akin to the Dead Wood Saint. However, after a large number died in the Resentment World, the remaining forty or so "slaves" gained the power of all deceased "slaves," dramatically increasing their strength to unknown levels. Even the Black Toad, previously short of achieving the Ninth Layer of the Holy Land, surpassed Dong Mu Bai. After, Wu Chan and over twenty other "slaves" were killed, the strength of the last twenty surged again. Qin Feng even encountered Divine Powers comparable to Dragon Soul, Heaven, Jin, and the Black Bird. Now, with seventeen "slaves" dead and only seven remaining, Qin Feng couldn’t fathom how terrifying these seven would be once they possessed the full might of the slain "slaves"! They likely far exceeded the most Sacred Li Zhong, the invincible Demon. Achieving the legendary demigod status was uncertain. If so, he couldn’t fight for his life!

In the distance, under the pressure of fierce gales and tidal waves, the mountains broke endlessly, as though thousands of troops were roaring across them!

But all of this, following that shriek, had settled down.

Qin Feng trembled, wanting to collapse. Li Skull remained still, but a colossal broken sword was in his mouth, bleeding profusely. Simultaneously, his ferocious back bore dozens of fearsome wounds.

Qin Feng coolly extracted Li Shu’s broken sword, both falling to the ground together. Placing a hand over his chest, he struggled to speak: "Child, give me a beautiful time..."

"You’re hard to envision like I imagined!" Qin Feng responded coldly. In the past, he often granted foes a chance at life. This time, he was resolute. Without hesitation, he took a step forward. At this moment, Li Skull’s mouth suddenly expelled a short sword over a foot long, "whoosh," stabbing into Qin Feng’s left rib.

"Didn’t expect to drag you down with me, my final move is used on you at last..." His eyes shone with intense light.

Suddenly, Qin Feng winced with pain. However, the sword could not pierce Qin Feng’s defensive barriers, being discarded immediately.

"Disappointed? I cannot die!" Qin Feng’s words were exceptionally cold. He said icily, "It seems I’m not ruthless enough. You’ve taught me the truth. One must treat enemies mercilessly to the end!"

"You..." Li Skull’s face turned pale. He realized he hadn’t inflicted fatal damage. Seeing the icy, smiling face before him, he understood his actions had only inclined this person more towards being a cold-blooded devil!

"Master, avenge me, master." A fierce roar followed.

"He will die in the most agonizing way." Inside the Crystal Gate, Julian murmured quietly.

"Is that so?" Qin Feng laughed harshly. Using his hand instead of a sword, he severed half of Li Skull’s head. His brain and blood splattered everywhere. Finishing the act, Qin Feng took a deep breath, gazed at the Crystal Gate, and spoke: "He Lian, don’t send your six servants to kill me; let two die together. I’m curious about your intentions."

Inside the Crystal Gate, killing a slave like Li Shu did not stir any emotional response from Ji Adu. He angrily said, "These slaves haven’t been fully infused with the underlying death energy, limiting their power. You killed the first seventeen; I don’t think the last one can stop you. Once they’re all dead, my revenge plan will completely unravel."

"Understood." Qin Feng nodded as if comprehending something, "So what now? Can your last four slaves possibly stop me?"

"I don’t expect them to kill you, just to stop you," Hermione said regretfully. "Unfortunately, their sealing time is too short, even shorter than I expected, disappointing me. Now, although these four slaves are stronger, they’re still uncertain."

Hearing this, Qin Feng couldn’t help but squint and say, "Is it such honest confidence?"

"Confidence? Hahahaha, confidence isn’t important. Since these four slaves might not stop you, I won’t have them fight for now." "Because I’ve thought of a more amusing game, it’s fun to play," he chuckled.

"Really?" Qin Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly. Unsure of the man’s intentions, but quickly his expression turned cold as he softly said, "Won’t let them play? Are you serious?"

Afterward, Qin Feng suddenly strode forward again, plunging once more into the massive wave of Death Energy. As before, he began plundering Ji Adu’s power. To stop Qin Feng, He Lan promptly severed Qin Feng from the owl power of Li Tuteng, utilizing Li Tuteng’s owl to block Qin Feng. But this time, unexpectedly to Qin Feng, He Lan remained inactive for a while, genuinely letting Qin Feng move.

"What’s going on? What exactly is he planning?" Qin Feng was surprised.

He absorbed the death energy here, entirely different from the other four Black Robed People. Those four were like ducks being fed. They were compelled into passive ideological infusions. To no exaggeration, though the infused would have rapid power increases, once the infusion ceased, they wouldn’t progress, much less surpass into sacred realms in the future.

Qin Feng, on the other hand, seemed to be conducting a gradual cultivation exercise, albeit surrounded by immense energy.

Late stage of the Sixth Layer of the Holy Land.

Top of the Sixth Layer Holy Land.

Break through the Seven Layer Holy Land.

Under such a frenetic devouring force, Qin Feng’s cultivation soared and swiftly broke through to the Seventh Layer of the Holy Land. However, he still remained indifferent. It made Qin Feng uneasy, yet regardless, working hard to enhance his strength before incidents was never wrong.

Upon reaching mid-Seventh Layer of the Sacred Body cultivation.