The Miracle Doctor's Two-Faced Toddler Chapter 849 - 849 An Expert at Courting Death (3)

Chapter 849 - 849 An Expert at Courting Death (3)

849 An Expert at Courting Death (3)

Shadow Thirteen said, “Ah Wei, I’ll leave it to you.”

Ah Wei nodded, carried the basket, and used his qinggong to disappear into the night.

Yue Gou and Qing Yan entered the room and carried Grandma and Granny Lan out. Shadow Thirteen brought Old Cui and Zi Yan. The Level Five Asura King released a terrifying pressure. Shadow Thirteen and the others had just taken a few steps when their legs were almost broken on the ground.

Yan Jiuchao flicked his wide sleeve and blocked the pressure of the Level Five Asura King.

Everyone hurriedly used their qinggong to leave.

The Level Five Asura King sneered. His expression did not change. Anyone could tell that he had yet to use half of his strength. On the other hand, Yan Jiuchao had almost used his full strength and was about to collapse.

Yan Jiuchao’s strength had greatly decreased, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

The Level Five Asura King was like a lazy cat teasing a dying rat. He was not in a hurry to strangle Yan Jiuchao to death. Instead, he casually increased his strength.

In the air, Yan Jiuchao’s cultivation completely disappeared. The intense pain pressed down on him like a stone. He felt a pain in his chest and fell from midair.

Shadow Thirteen turned around and his face turned pale. “Young Master!”

The Level Five Asura King stretched out his sharp claws and turned them into fists in midair, punching Yan Jiuchao’s chest! No sooner said than done, Shadow Thirteen flashed over and protected Yan Jiuchao tightly.

Crack—

The fist smashed into Shadow Thirteen’s body. The bones in his body shattered like jade that had fallen to the ground. The Level Five Asura King unceremoniously threw this annoying fellow away and punched Yan Jiuchao again.

“Roar—”

An angry shout suddenly came from the sky. A powerful Asura King pressure blocked his fist like a barrier.

A trace of shock flashed across the Level Five Asura King’s eyes. It was clearly the aura of a Level One Asura King, but it actually blocked a Level Five Asura King’s attack?

Qing Yan said, “It’s Asura! Asura has come out of seclusion!”

Ever since Asura was injured, he had found a hidden place to enter seclusion. They had plundered many secret manuals suitable for Asura from the Sikong family and successfully let their Asura break through to the Level One Asura King.

Qing Yan quickly realized something and frowned. “Not good, he came out of seclusion early!”

The Level Five Asura King could tell that this opponent was at the peak of the Level One Asura King and had faint signs of breaking through. In other words, he had forcefully suppressed himself at the critical juncture of breaking through. This was very dangerous.

If he suppressed himself, he would not be able to use his full strength. However, even so, he actually withstood nearly fifty percent of his strength. This Asura King was still insignificant. If he succeeded, who among them could be his match?

The Level Five Asura King immediately wanted to kill the Milk Asura!

While the Level Five Asura King was killing Yan Jiuchao and the others, the ancient tomb on the other side also welcomed its killing intent.

Sikong Ye sat on the round altar in the middle of the secret room and meditated with his eyes closed. In order to let him cultivate in peace, Yu Wan closed the stone door. The secret room was quiet, and only his weak breathing could be heard.

With a bang, the stone door opened.

“Ah Wan, is that you?” Sikong Ye slowly opened his eyes. He thought it was the younger sister, but what he saw was the eldest sister, who was clearly thinner.

He was stunned. “Yu’er? Why are you here?”

The Saintess smiled. “I’m here to see the ancestor.”

This greeting made Sikong Ye frown.

The Saintess slowly walked over and raised her hand to gently pat Sikong Ye’s shoulder. “Ancestor, are you very weak?”

She pressed down on Sikong Ye just like that, and Sikong Ye could not resist. She laughed. “It seems to be true. Ancestor, you’ve lost all your martial arts.”

Sikong Ye’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he instinctively sensed that something was wrong. “You’re not Yu’er!”

“Of course I’m not Yu’er. There’s no Yu’er in the world. Unfortunately, you know it too late.”

The Saintess sneered, grabbed his shoulder, and threw him to the ground!