The Divine Urban Physician

Chapter 3357: Chapter 3357: Chong Guang Divine Radiance Palace Descends! (Second Update)

”Asura Netherworld God Slash!”

In the next instant, Mo Xue Ming transformed into a streak of black light, soaring into the sky, then wielding his blade to slash down explosively.

Crack!

The Asura Hua Xue Palace shattered completely, collapsing with an overwhelming demonic qi, all infused into the blade.

This slash, black demonic energy soared to the heavens, extremely dazzling, far more powerful than before.

There was even a hint of obscure Source Qi quietly permeating out.

This move ”Asura Netherworld God Slash” was a secret technique Mo Xue Ming comprehended alone after sacrificing Juehan Palace, its power had already surpassed ordinary Hongmeng Ancient Techniques, with a trace of ”Source” aura.

Origin of Asura, Source of Ghost Energy!

”Star Emperor Flying Sword, defend!”

Xuanyuan Moxie’s forehead bulged with veins, suddenly roaring, his entire body’s blood essence shaking, one hundred thousand flying swords burst forth, swirling around him, forming layers of sword walls, strands of starlight exploding, firmly protecting his body.

”Break for me!”

Mo Xue Ming slashed down fiercely, the blade’s edge thunderous, rumbling vibrantly, in just one strike, he destroyed and crushed the layers of Xuanyuan Moxie’s flying sword barrier.

Boom!

The terrifying blade edge brutally slashed onto Xuanyuan Moxie’s body.

”Puff!”

Xuanyuan Moxie spewed fresh blood wildly, his physical body, harder than Outer Heaven Gold, fractured in an instant, blood flowing.

His entire being was also completely slashed down, heavily crashing to the ground, raising billowing dust, barely clinging to life, instantly falling into the throes of death.

”Lord Palace Master!”

The Yan Tian Dragon God nearby, upon seeing Xuanyuan Moxie severely injured, exclaimed in shock.

”I am the Lord of Asura, slaying all enemies!”

And Mo Xue Ming, wielding the blade suspended in mid-air, with a sharp gaze, remained silent.

Yet his will vibrated the void, stirred the universe, issuing layer upon layer of chanting.

The resonant chanting echoed through the world, resounding through the cosmic starry sky.

Even the Upper Realm beheld his wild brilliancy.

Whether it was the Emperor Abyss Palace or the Upper Realm, it was very clear that a brilliant giant star was rising steadily.

Though Mo Xue Ming’s lifespan had only a mere year remaining,

He was, in these last years, the most glorious presence in this starry sky.

The title of Lord of Asura would surely shake the ages!

In a year’s time, he might fall, yet his name would be eternally remembered, immortal through the ages, enough for descendants to pay tribute.

His existence symbolized the extreme of the Ghost Dao, the pinnacle of Asura, simply invincible.

Ye Chen and his group witnessed Mo Xue Ming’s stance, and were also greatly shaken.

Just a moment ago, Xuanyuan Moxie seemed invincible, terrifying, but in the blink of an eye, he was slashed down by Mo Xue Ming, severely injured and near death.

”It’s your turn now.”

Mo Xue Ming licked his lips, his gaze turning towards Ye Chen and the others, eyes brimming with murderous intent.

Now that the Heavenly Dao Palace was defeated, he resolved the threat, ready to slay Ye Chen and eliminate future troubles.

Earlier, when the Star Emperor Flying Sword killed, he saved Ye Chen only not to let Tianji Daoist be killed, cheaply benefiting Xuanyuan Moxie.

Now Xuanyuan Moxie critically injured, no one could threaten him, he could act personally, to slaughter everyone present.

”Quickly go! Nine Nether Tiger, block him!”

Ye Chen gazed sharply, repeatedly shouting, pulling the Ancient Box from the Samsara Graveyard, directly releasing it.

Whoosh!

A wisp of black demonic energy instantly shot to the sky.

A terrifying Great Ancient Demon, amidst the black energy mist, charged out roaring, it was the Nine Nether Tiger.

Upon seeing Mo Xue Ming slash down Xuanyuan Moxie, Ye Chen sensed something amiss, and was already prepared.

This moment, releasing the Nine Nether Tiger, he immediately led people to retreat.

”Master, I’ll stay with you!”

You Ying Ghost Weasel shouted, yet did not leave, standing beside the Nine Nether Tiger with the Golden Throne Sky Rhinoceros.

The Nine Nether Tiger bared its teeth, gaze with a hint of ferocity, glaring at them, but its memory was sealed, momentarily could not recall their identities.

”Heh, just a mere Great Ancient Demon, can it stop me?”

Mo Xue Ming sneered coldly, gripping his blade, just about to strike when suddenly, bursts of solemn chanting sounded in his ears.

”Burn my battered body, ignite my true blood, divine light revive, Holy Ancestor returns...”

The chanter was none other than the Yan Tian Dragon God!

His massive dragon body coiled in the sky, gaze filled with compassion and resolve.

With his chanting, strands of blood essence continuously permeated from his body, transforming into a pillar of blood-colored light, descending on Xuanyuan Moxie.

”Yan Tian...”

Xuanyuan Moxie struggled, opening his eyes, blankly staring at the Yan Tian Dragon God in the sky.

At this moment, Yan Tian Dragon God was actually sacrificing himself to heal his injuries!

Nourished by the all-encompassing blood light, Xuanyuan Moxie’s injuries rapidly healed, his body blossoming anew with divine light.

In an instant, Yan Tian Dragon God’s blood essence was exhausted, all essence sacrificed completely, his once fully fleshed dragon body, utterly withered and shrunk, leaving only a layer of withered skin wrapping his bones.

”Lord Palace Master, I wish you great fortune in martial endeavors, see you again in Jianghu.”

Yan Tian Dragon God uttered with a hoarse voice, gaze desolate, completely reduced to a dried corpse, falling from the sky.

”Yan Tian!”

Xuanyuan Moxie shouted in dismay, the sensation of his scalp tingling, the sky coming down.

If there was anything in this world that still tied him emotionally, any relation close to him, it would only be Yan Tian Dragon God.

But now, with the complete passing of Yan Tian Dragon God, he was truly left as a lone figure, a genuinely solitary existence, looking out upon the world, without a single loved one.

”Damn it!”

Mo Xue Ming witnessing Xuanyuan Moxie’s injuries healing, his face changed dramatically, no longer caring for Ye Chen and the others, swung his blade down fiercely.

”Mo Xue Ming, I will have you torn into pieces!”

Xuanyuan Moxie filled with sorrow, overflowing with boundless hatred and anger, waved his hand, raising his head to shout:

”Chong Guang Divine Radiance Palace, descend!”

Rumble!

As the sound fell, deep within the Heavenly Dao Palace, an imposing palace suddenly soared from the ground, like a mountain sweeping through the sky.

This palace, enveloped in auspicious qi, radiant with layers of colorful clouds, ablaze with golden light, filled with endless divine light, endless treasure aura, like a celestial divine palace, reaching the pinnacle of splendor, it was the legendary Chong Guang Divine Radiance Palace!

In truth, after Xuanyuan Moxie practiced the Hongmeng in reverse, his level of cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, already possessing enough strength to refine the Chong Guang Divine Radiance Palace.

However, his karmic entanglements were not yet severed, hasty refining could trigger backlash, thus he refrained from acting.

But now, with the passing of Yan Tian Dragon God, his sole emotional tie on this earth was completely severed.

In this moment, he was without any bindings, transcending freely, with a wave of his hand, the palace descended, divine light covering the sky, majestic aura rolling and dispersing, sweeping over the Eight Desolates.

”It’s over!”

Mo Xue Ming’s face changed drastically, under the crushing force of the Chong Guang Divine Radiance Palace, feeling immense pressure, the Asura Armor on his body began to crack, retreating hastily.

And Xuanyuan Moxie, his body like a fiery sun, rose steadily, standing on the pinnacle of the Chong Guang Divine Radiance Palace, overlooking the mountains and rivers, his gaze infinitely desolate, only feeling everything as ants, everything as fleeting clouds.