Strongest Medical Saint

Shen Feng was the calmest person present, as his Perceptive Force immediately emanated outward, enveloping Shen Qingsong, Shen Yanzhou, and Shen Quantian. Xia Baikang and Gu Hengyuan, among others, held their breath. Shen Qingsong and the others, whose blood had completely drained from their bodies, could not possibly be revived, yet they witnessed these three desiccated corpses begin to move. The members of the Song Family, who had just thought today's events were about to come to a complete end, were rejoicing inside for having made the right choice! Who knew such an accident would occur? They were even more terrified than Xia Baikang and the others, as they watched Shen Qingsong and the others' shriveled corpses begin to move more and more until, at last, they started to slowly rise from the ground. Their hearts beat faster and faster—this wasn't a horror movie in the making! After sensing with his Perceptive Force, Shen Feng's fingers moved, and three streams of Spiritual Energy immediately rushed toward Shen Qingsong and the others. Shen Qingsong, Shen Yanzhou, and Shen Quantian's clothes were already in tatters, and they were completely shredded by the impact of the three streams of Spiritual Energy, leaving them with no coverings on their bodies. At this moment, the three of them had completely risen from the ground. The sight of their bodies, drained of all blood, was extremely horrifying. Shen Feng paid no attention to their current appearance; his gaze was fixed on their chests. A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes, and his right hand's index and middle fingers moved again, sending three blades formed of Spiritual Energy sweeping like the wind across the chests of Shen Qingsong and the others. "Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!—" The Spirit Qi Blades sliced off a large piece of skin and flesh from the chests of Shen Qingsong and the others. A terrifying, dark pattern was faintly etched on the bones of their chests. The confusion in Shen Feng's eyes disappeared. The possibility of Shen Qingsong and the others being resurrected must be related to the black patterns on their chest bones. However, Shen Qingsong and the others could no longer be called human, as they still had no breathing through their noses, and their hearts did not resume beating. At most, they could only be referred to as the living dead. Their blood entirely drained, they looked like Fierce Ghosts that had walked out of Hell. Shen Quantian, with bulging eyes, glared at Shen Feng and let out a hoarse, dry voice, "I told you that you would regret this soon." Suddenly, an even more terrifying aura erupted from his body, an aura that completely surpassed the Peak of Innate. At the same time, a terrifying aura burst forth from Shen Qingsong and Shen Yanzhou as well. Their formidable auras spread outwards continuously, causing the complexions of Xia Baikang and others to change drastically, and they took several steps back. Previously, hadn't the Cultivation of Shen Qingsong, Shen Yanzhou, and Shen Quantian been completely drained by Shen Feng? Now that they had turned into the living dead, not only had their Cultivation recovered, but it had also greatly increased? With the current aura of Shen Qingsong and the others, at the very least, one had to possess the strength of a Foundation Establishment layer to have it. Shen Qingsong twisted his withered arm, and a sinister laugh emerged from his throat. His vicious eyes locked onto Shen Feng, "You little Bastard, do you know you're playing with fire and bringing about your own demise?" The expressions of Gu Hengyuan, Xia Baikang, and others became grave. Now that Shen Qingsong and the others had seemingly been resurrected, with all of them exceeding the Peak of Innate, could Senior Shen cope with three individuals surpassing the Peak of Innate? Shen Yanzhou raised his arm and pointed at Shen Feng. As he just began to utter the words "Little Bastard..." Shen Feng's figure vanished instantly from the spot and, in the blink of an eye, appeared in front of Shen Yanzhou. This time, Shen Feng unleashed even more of his speed. Even Shen Yanzhou, whose aura had surpassed the Peak of Innate, couldn't keep up with such speed, his hands and feet unable to react in time. He could only watch helplessly as Shen Feng's fist came closer and closer to his belly. Until at last it made contact with his stomach, he felt within that punch a force that was irresistible. "Boom!" Shen Yanzhou's body twisted violently and turned into a puddle of blood in the air. Shen Feng glanced at Shen Qingsong and sneered, "Playing with fire and getting burnt?" Shen Qingsong's eyes bulged, looking as though they would pop out of their sockets. Ignoring everything, he charged towards Gu Hengyuan and others, while energy rapidly amassed inside him. Shen Feng furrowed his brows—was this old man planning to self-destruct? With the energy he possessed now, if Gu Hengyuan and the others were affected by the blast, they would undoubtedly be dead. Shen Feng was already too late to stop Shen Qingsong's self-destruction. Even if he punched through the old man's body now, it would only cause the energy gathered within to explode. However, he did not hesitate. In a flash, he leaped into the air and slapped his right hand towards Shen Qingsong. Surging spiritual energy burst forth from his palm, forming an isolation layer that immediately enveloped Shen Qingsong. After creating the isolation layer, his right hand continued to inject spiritual energy, making the energy layer even more stable. He was not afraid of Shen Qingsong's self-destruction. He was only worried about those weaker individuals like Jia Longxuan and Xia Muyan. When Shen Qingsong realized he was trapped within the energy layer and couldn't escape, he roared, "Tian'er, what are you standing there for? Run! With your abilities, you can definitely kill this bastard in the future." Shen Quantian, who had lost both arms, finally snapped out of his terror and tried to flee. Shen Feng pushed his left palm towards Shen Quantian, and a tremendous force of strangulation blasted towards him like a cannonball. Shen Quantian was nowhere near fast enough to outrun the strangling force. The moment the force struck his back, there was another "boom," and his body burst into a puddle of blood in the air, just like Shen Yanzhou. But as Shen Feng focused on dealing with the self-destructing Shen Qingsong, a white soul body floated out from the puddle of blood that was once Shen Quantian. Generally, only very powerful cultivators can have their souls survive death, emerging from their deceased physical bodies. But what was Shen Quantian's cultivation? It was impossible for him to have a soul body, yet the one before his eyes looked exactly like Shen Quantian. Shen Quantian's soul body kept drifting towards the sky, and as it got further and further away, he kept shouting, "Bastard, the next time we meet, I will make sure you wish for death, but will not be granted it!" At the same time, "Boom!" Shen Qingsong's body exploded, and the extreme force of the blast was completely contained within the energy layer. Shen Feng withdrew his hand, watching Shen Quantian's soul body drifting further away. Naturally, he didn't want to leave any trouble behind. Just as he took a step to chase after and casually destroy Shen Quantian's soul body, his whole body stiffened and his face suddenly contorted with pain.