Supreme Medical Master

At the summit of Mount Hua, Ye Cheng let out an enraged roar as he swung his longsword.

“Die already!”

Swish!

In an instant, the monstrous creature’s massive head tumbled to the ground, and the battle that had raged for three days and nights finally came to an end.

As the sun set in the west, the peak was awash in blood-red light.

Apart from the enormous body of the demon, two elderly corpses lay on the ground.

“Master, it’s all over now.”

“Xiaocheng has not let you down!”

Plunging his sword into the earth, Ye Cheng held back his tears and knelt to kowtow three times before the elders’ bodies. His thoughts drifted, carrying him back to seven years ago.

Seven years prior, the two elders had forcibly taken him from university and brought him to the summit of Mount Hua to train for seven long years.

The reason was simple: the two were at death’s door, no longer able to slay the demon.

He, however, was a peerless prodigy in cultivation, the best hope the elders could find, and humanity’s final chance to destroy the fiend.

If the century demon could not be slain and was allowed to descend the mountain, the world would be plunged into chaos and suffering.

Slaying such a colossal demon required, at the very least, a cultivator of the Golden Core stage. But unfortunately, in this age of spiritual decline, spiritual energy was so scarce that even Foundation Establishment cultivators were exceedingly rare.

For seven years, he trained in the mystic arts every morning, pored over medical texts each a