Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1272: Clash with the Scaldriths

Duan Yao’s expression was equally grim. "They must’ve done it on purpose. Those two hover cars came from the opposite lane. If they were on autopilot, the chances of veering off were practically zero. If it was manual control, that’s even more suspicious."

Rafael didn’t hesitate.

He swung the car door open and stormed out, striding toward the two massive hover cars that had conveniently stopped on the ground, his face as menacing as a storm.

Just as he was about to approach, the doors of the hover cars opened, and several figures stepped out.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" Rafael halted, fixing them with a hostile glare as he questioned them.

"You actually didn’t die?" One of the men looked genuinely surprised.

Another chuckled playfully. "Yeah, I even adjusted my course slightly—thought I could at least take out one or two of you."

Rafael’s explosive temper was instantly ignited by their words.

Without another word, he lunged at the nearest man, swinging his fist straight at him.

The man reacted quickly, but he severely underestimated Rafael’s strength.

A brutal punch slammed into his raised arms with a sickening crack—his bones shattered under the impact.

His body was sent flying, skidding several meters across the ground before barely managing to stand upright.

Silence fell over the area.

A murderous aura radiated from the man who had been struck.

His emerald-green eyes gleamed with a sinister light, resembling a venomous snake ready to strike.

His arms hung at an unnatural angle.

Brimming with malice.

However, his arms were now perfectly intact, having somehow recovered in mere moments.

Pointing straight at Rafael, he sneered, "He’s mine. I’ll skin him alive, pull out his tendons, and deep-fry him."

"Aliens?" Amalia finally pieced things together.

No wonder she had found something odd about their scent.

"Then just kill them," Valen smirked cruelly. "I’ve been wanting to try killing a few cultivators anyway. It’s just three of them—no matter how furious the Crimson Moon Dynasty Royal Family gets, they wouldn’t dare touch us. They’re the ones pushing for a truce. The last thing they want is another war."

"Unlucky for you, running into us. Next time, be more careful where you reincarnate, or you’ll just die all over again," one of Valen’s subordinates taunted before his head suddenly transformed into that of a massive snake.

His jaws stretched open wide, emitting a shrill serpent’s cry.

Amalia immediately recognized which alien royal lineage they belonged to—the Scaldriths.

"You two, go. Test their strength."

"Yes!"

Rafael and Duan Yao had been itching for a fight.

So what if they were alien royalty?

Did they really think their status made them invincible?

If they had encountered someone else today, they might have gotten their way.

But unfortunately for them, they had run into the wrong people.

Their fate was already sealed.

Both Rafael and Duan Yao were eager to prove themselves in front of Amalia—especially the latter.

Previously, in the Erythar Star System, Duan Yao had lost his chance to impress Amalia first, allowing Rafael to take the lead.

As a result, the two Immortals clearly favored Rafael, always thinking of him first when something came up.

Duan Yao no longer expected to replace Rafael in the eyes of the two Immortals.

He only hoped they would recognize his potential and cultivate him the same way they were cultivating Rafael.

The Scaldriths thought they were dealing with three ordinary cultivators.

As for the one whose arm had been broken at the start, they assumed it was just an accident caused by carelessness and didn’t take it seriously.

That assumption turned out to be a tragic mistake.

The injured man attempted to use the natural flexibility of the Scaldriths’ bodies to absorb the force of Rafael’s punches.

However, he hadn’t expected that Rafael’s cultivation technique wasn’t based purely on brute strength.

His punches carried not only immense force but also destructive energy, tearing through his opponent’s flesh and leaving him covered in blood.

Duan Yao, on the other hand, lacked the same overwhelming destructive power as Rafael.

Instead, he specialized in using force to subdue technique.

Each of his spells wasn’t fatal in a single blow, but every strike left wounds on his opponent’s body, and soon their clothes were soaked in blood.

Their enemies were forced to retreat step by step, their initial confidence replaced by sheer terror.

"This is impossible! How are they this powerful?"

"Your Highness Valen, please save me!"

The man’s body was now covered in wounds, with barely a patch of intact flesh left.

Blood dripped onto the ground as he struggled.

This human only grew stronger as the fight went on, and every punch seemed to restrain him specifically.

If this continued, he would be slowly worn down and killed.

Valen’s face darkened with fury.

The effortless slaughter he had envisioned hadn’t come to pass.

Instead, his own subordinate was now begging for help.

"Go save Yontir!"

At Valen’s command, the three guards standing beside him immediately rushed toward Rafael.

"Outnumbering your opponent? That’s hardly fair." Amalia said coolly, flicking her hand.

Valen’s pupils dilated in shock as he watched his three powerful guards, who had just charged forward, get swept back as if struck by an overwhelming force.

They crashed to the ground at his feet, groaning in pain.

"Who are you?" Valen gritted his teeth, finally realizing that these three humans were no ordinary cultivators.

"Someone you can’t afford to provoke," Amalia replied coldly, her piercing gaze locking onto him.

She gestured toward his barely breathing subordinates.

"These two lives will serve as compensation for your little stunt. Next time, be more careful. If you recklessly charge onto someone else’s turf, you’d best follow their rules."

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Duan Yao and Rafael unleashed their final attacks, and their opponents were horrified to realize that these humans, who had already pushed them to the brink, still had strength to spare.

In an instant, their heads were smashed apart, ending their lives in a mix of unwillingness and terror.