Medical Martial God Chapter 437

"Yin Yang Tyrant Body Technique's third martial skill - Buried Soul!"

As Ye Xuan's voice filled with endless killing intent rang out, an unprecedented sense of danger filled t.i.tan Berserk Demon Saint Luo's heart, causing his expression to involuntarily change.

When he raised his head to look at the sky, he saw an ancient G.o.d's hand condensed by Ye Xuan's Spiritual Force. It was hard to describe it with words, but it was filled with boundless majesty and power.

"d.a.m.n it …" "When did he use this attack?"

t.i.tan Berserk Demon Saint Luo let out an angry curse as he decisively gave up on attacking Ye Xuan. His figure abruptly exploded backwards, wanting to create some distance between him and Ye Xuan.

"Want to retreat?" "It's a pity that it's already too late!"

Seeing this, the corner of Ye Xuan's mouth raised slightly. His gaze was filled with undisguised teasing as he looked at the retreating t.i.tan Berserk Demon. Cold words came out of his mouth.

"Boom! Boom!"

As soon as Ye Xuan's words fell, the ancient G.o.d's hand, which contained peerless majesty, pressed down towards t.i.tan at an even faster speed, sealing off all paths of retreat. There was no way for him to escape.

"b.a.s.t.a.r.d, watch how I'll break this move of yours!"

Instead, he fiercely gritted his teeth and pushed his t.i.tan Bloodline to the extreme, causing green scales to grow on both of his arms, and his body to ignite with red flames as a large amount of steam was emitted.

Looking at the hand of the ancient G.o.d that was pressing down, he suddenly stomped his feet, and a powerful force erupted. The terrifying force spread everywhere, causing his body to fiercely shoot into the sky like a rocket!

Behind him, a ten-zhang tall shadow of an t.i.tan appeared, causing his aura to soar. His fist carried an unparalleled amount of t.i.tan's power as it fiercely smashed towards the Ancient G.o.d's Hand that was pressing down.

t.i.tan's Soaring Fist!

"It's useless. The third martial skill is not only a physical attack, but also a powerful mental attack, a soul attack!"

Looking at t.i.tan Berserk Demon Saint Luo, who had activated his t.i.tan Bloodline to its limit, the corner of Ye Xuan's mouth curled up into a mocking smile. His ice-cold voice came out from his mouth.

"BOOM!"

The next moment, a deafening explosion resounded in the air.

It was the sound of t.i.tan Berserk Demon Saint's fist colliding with the palm of the Ancient G.o.d that was slapping down. An earth-shaking explosion was heard.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

"Puchi …"

In the next moment, the face of t.i.tan Berserk Demon Sheng Luo paled. Fresh blood immediately flowed out from his seven orifices as his entire body fell to the ground.

His speed was very fast, but his falling speed was even faster.

"Boom! Boom!"

His body heavily slammed into the ground, and the terrifying impact caused a loud explosion, causing dust to fill the air.

However, before t.i.tan Berserk Demon Sheng Luo could regain his senses from the immense pain caused by the fall, the Ancient G.o.d's Hand continued to press down, engulfing his entire body!

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"Crack!"

The ground crumbled and the mountains shook. Numerous crack lines as thick as a hand spread out horizontally on the ground like spider webs. Numerous ravines also gradually appeared …

The entire great hall was suffused and covered by the dust and dust that had been lifted up.

When the dust settled, an extremely shocking scene appeared in front of Su Xiaomeng, Lord Di, and the others.

A huge handprint that was dozens of square meters long appeared in the middle of the hall. His armor was torn, his clothes were torn, and t.i.tan who was covered in blood laid on the ground with his last breath.

Not only was his facial features distorted from the powerful force, all the bones in his body were shattered, and his entire spirit and soul were also traumatized. Large amounts of blood flowed out from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears, making everyone's hearts palpitate.

How was this still the supreme, domineering t.i.tan Berserk Demon who ruled over all the strong enemies? He was clearly a beggar that was bullied and forced to sleep on the streets …

"Cough cough …"

Thick pain permeated t.i.tan's heart and face full of pain. His mind was blank, as if he was in a complete state of shock. He was coughing violently …

"Hiss!"

"What a terrifying attack!"

"t.i.tan Berserk Demon Saint Luo actually lost?"

"This is the first time I've seen this guy being beaten up so badly!"

"That attack just now seemed to be the third martial skill of the Yin Yang Tyrant Body Technique cultivated by the Demon Lord!"

"Is he the Demon Lord's true self?"

Looking at t.i.tan who was dying in the center of the handprint pit, Lord Di and the other members of the Saint Devil Palace were all wide-eyed and wide-mouthed, breathing in shocked gasps.

It had to be said that the members of the Demonic Saint Palace's guild were subdued by Ye Xuan's powerful blow.

"Is this guy a G.o.d?"

Su Xiaomeng blankly stared at Ye Xuan, who stood upright. Her eyes lit up, and the admiration in her eyes became even stronger.

"Huff …"

Ye Xuan secretly let out a sigh of relief as he looked at t.i.tan Berserker who'd lost his combat strength in the handprint pit. After all, this was the strongest attack he could unleash so far.

If he executed the Great Devil Realm and didn't have many members of the Saint Devil Palace lending him their energy, helping him raise his strength and cultivation realm, then Ye Xuan's punch definitely wouldn't have this kind of effect.

After all, his opponent was the one who had been bestowed the t.i.tle of Demon King by the Sword Emperor.

"Shua!"

At that moment, Ye Xuan walked towards the t.i.tan Berserk Demon Holy Luo with cold and merciless steps. He extended his foot and stepped on his body. With a voice as cold as ice, he said, "Holy Luo, you've lost in the end!"

"Kacha …."

"Ahh …"

As Ye Xuan's words fell and before t.i.tan Berserk Demon Saint-level could reply, Ye Xuan's foot that was stepping on his chest suddenly exerted force. Powerful strength exploded from all directions, and the sound of bones breaking and dislocating rang out. An intense pain permeated t.i.tan's heart, causing him to let out an incomparably miserable scream and cry, as if he was in extreme pain.

It also caused his blank consciousness to gradually recover from the stimulation of his pain.

"Ah... You d.a.m.ned b.a.s.t.a.r.d, a thousand cuts and ten thousand cuts! "Let me go …"

t.i.tan Berserk Saint Luo screamed in anger and struggled, but to no avail. How could he, who was heavily injured, still have the strength to resist?

"Your mouth really p.i.s.ses me off!"

Hearing t.i.tan's words, a trace of ice-cold killing intent flashed through Ye Xuan's eyes. He kicked at t.i.tan's face, and the intense pain caused him to scream miserably …

"Ugh …" "Woo woo …"

The instant he opened his mouth to scream, Ye Xuan stomped his foot on his mouth and continuously rotated his toes. His cold voice came out from his mouth, "A guy like you didn't even have the qualifications to lick my shoes in the past, yet you dare to call me the Infernal King?"

Ye Xuan wasn't in a hurry to kill this t.i.tan Berserk Demon Saint Luo. Rather, he wanted to make his entire body suffer and be humiliated.

How could he let such a b.a.s.t.a.r.d, a dog raised by the Sword Emperor, go so easily?

"Ah... "Ugh …"

As the tip of Ye Xuan's foot turned inside the mouth of the t.i.tan Berserk Demon Saint-level, an intense pain and humiliation filled his heart. Large amounts of blood flowed from his mouth, causing him to look extremely miserable.

When had he ever been treated like this, tortured like this?

This was an insult he could not accept!

Ye Xuan was blatantly humiliating t.i.tan Berserker, trampling on his pride and dignity.

"Ahh …"

t.i.tan's eyes were filled with intense killing intent, and a fierce expression surfaced on his face. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but both of his hands stretched out and firmly grabbed onto Ye Xuan's soles. A furious roar sounded out from his mouth as if he wanted to break apart Ye Xuan's soles …

"Boom!"

"Kacha …."

"Bam!"

Seeing this, Ye Xuan's eyes flashed with a cold light. He stepped onto t.i.tan's face and exerted his strength.

Violent energy waves and terrifying energy waves exploded in all directions, trampling on the t.i.tan Berserk Demon's head until it exploded on the spot, like a watermelon that had been shattered and blown apart …

Fresh blood splattered onto Ye Xuan's pant leg, dyeing it red.

However, Ye Xuan didn't seem to notice. His cold face was filled with coldness and ruthlessness.

He lowered his head to look at the body of the t.i.tan Berserk Demon Saint Luo which had gradually turned into specks of light that were gradually dissipating. A bone-chilling voice came from his mouth, "Baqi, you better wash your neck and wait obediently at the Sword Emperor Pavilion!"

As soon as Ye Xuan finished speaking, he turned around and slowly walked towards Su Xiaomeng and the other members of the Saint Devil Palace.

The moment he turned around, the coldness and ruthlessness on his face disappeared, and was replaced with a smile and gentleness.

His gentle smile made Su Xiaomeng, Lord Di, and the other Saint Devil Palace members feel an intense illusion.

At this moment, Ye Xuan was like a completely different person. Compared to the ruthless guy that killed the t.i.tan Berserk Demon, he was like a completely different person …

Western Asura World, Sword Emperor Pavilion Headquarters!

"Huff, puff …"

In the luxurious and resplendent hall of gaming and entertainment, a large number of Sword Emperor Pavilion members sat limply on the ground. Their expressions were filled with pain and fear, and their bodies were drenched in sweat as they panted heavily.

They were the group of players that Ye Xuan had killed after entering the game world under the command of t.i.tan Berserk Demon Saint Luo.

Shockingly, they were among the first to be eliminated by Ye Xuan, the Asura's Three Sword Slaves.

"A bunch of useless trash. All of you were cleared out just like that. Where's Lord Saint-lo?"

Looking at the many members of the Sword Emperor Pavilion that were slumped on the ground, the Asura's Three Sword Slaves had an ugly expression as angry words came out of their mouths.

"Lord San Luo is still in the game world, third slave! The Demon Lord, Ah Xuan, is too strong. He was able to kill us all in one move.

Hearing the Asura's Three Sword Slaves' question, one of the guards replied with a frightened expression.

Pausing for a moment, he continued, "But we believe that Lord Saint Luo will avenge us!"

"That's right. Lord Saint Luo is very strong. He will definitely be able to kill those guys in one go and take revenge for us …"

"Exactly, those guys are definitely going to die!"

"They will suffer the wrath of Lord Bora!"

Hearing the guard's words, the others all turned their heads at the same time and cast their gazes at the unique room to the side, their mouths emitting fervent words.

That was the exclusive gaming booth reserved for t.i.tan Berserk Demon Sheng Luo …

"Ahh …"

"Ugh …" Woo woo … * "d.a.m.n it..."

However, their words had just sounded when miserable screams and furious curses were quietly emitted from the private box, causing them to be shocked and stunned …

The screams of Lord Saint?

This … What was going on?

Hearing the screams of t.i.tan Berserk Demon Saint Luo, everyone was stupefied.

"Ahh …"

"Boom! Boom!"

Just as they were about to head towards the game box to take a look, the t.i.tan Berserk Saint Ro's miserable wails suddenly rang out … …

Terrifying power exploded in all directions, blowing up the entire game room and causing countless dust to fly into the air.

"This... Master Saint Luo! "

This scene caused the expressions of everyone present to involuntarily change drastically. Their mouths emitted anxious cries.

"d.a.m.n you, b.a.s.t.a.r.d! I, Saint Luo, will never let you off!"

In the midst of the flying dust, t.i.tan, who had dishevelled hair and a hideous expression, whose entire body was drenched in cold sweat, slowly walked out.

That d.a.m.ned fellow had dared to humiliate him and cause him to experience the fear of death.

How could he take this lying down?

"This... This … Could it be that even Lord Saint Luo lost? "

Seeing the disheveled hair, painful expression and the miserable looking t.i.tan Madman Saint Ro walk out, the expressions of everyone present changed. Incomparable shock and disbelief came out of their mouths as they spoke.

The voice of the t.i.tan Berserk Demon Saint Luo filled with endless hatred reverberated in the hall for a long time.

"Send the order down, I want you to investigate the information of the Demon Lord, Ah Xuan, in the real world at all costs. I want to go after him myself and hack him into a thousand pieces!"