Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Among several illusions.

A True Sword imbued with seventy percent of his Spiritual Power, like a meteor in the dark night, pierced through the dual defense of the Blood Shield and Blood Wave, directly stabbing the shoulder of the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul couldn’t dodge in time and was struck, letting out a shrill, wretched scream.

That sound seemed like the wailing from the Nine Nether Hell, making people’s hearts tremble as if hearing the cries of evil ghosts.

The blood light dimmed slightly, and its form became somewhat illusory, clearly heavily injured, like a candle in the wind, flickering on the verge of extinguishing.

Seeing this, the true body of the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s eyes filled with rage, like an injured fierce wolf, roaring: ”You brat, how dare you harm my Nascent Soul!”

With that, disregarding his own Spiritual Power consumption, like a mad gambler, he mustered all his strength, raising his longsword high, carving a massive arc in the air that seemed to split the heavens, slashing a blood-red crescent blade toward Xu Wendong.

This crescent blade was as large as a house, and wherever it passed, space seemed to be torn, leaving black cracks, like the gaping mouth of a fierce beast, devouring everything around, as if the apocalypse had arrived, terrifying to the extreme.

Xu Wendong stomped the ground fiercely, a gigantic Spiritual Power Formation appeared beneath his feet, with himself as the center. Runes surged within the formation, like living creatures, seeming to be ancient guardian beasts awakened.

He placed the longsword at the center of the formation, his hands moving rapidly to form hand seals, chanting words that resonated mysteriously with the formation as if communicating with deities for strength.

In an instant.

The formation radiated brightly, a Spiritual Power Barrier as if cast from crystal rose from the ground, with runes shimmering on the barrier, arranged like stars, exuding an impregnable aura, like a guardian mountain.

The blood-red crescent blade struck fiercely against the Spiritual Power Barrier, emitting an earth-shattering roar as if heaven and earth were collapsing or the universe exploding.

The light illuminated the entire battlefield, blinding people as if staring directly at the sun.

The surrounding peaks crumbled under the impact, with boulders rolling down and mountains collapsing, dust engulfing the area, appearing like a doomsday scenario, leaving ruins everywhere.

Though Xu Wendong managed to block this deadly strike with the formation, he was still shaken and forced to retreat several steps, his clothing slightly disheveled, as if having weathered a storm.

The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable, too, was at the end of his strength, with the Nascent Soul injured and his life’s Spiritual Power exhausted, like an oil lamp running dry.

He stood with the sword in hand, breathing heavily, his crimson eyes glaring at Xu Wendong, his gaze revealing a chilling coldness and intense reluctance, like a wounded yet still ferocious wolf, defeated but continuing to fight!

Seeing this, the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s anger flared up as if doused with hot oil, igniting instantly.

Though he clearly knew his situation was dire, as if trapped in a quagmire with no path of escape, he refused to show weakness, instantly arousing that fierce determination within his bones.

His teeth clenched tightly, taking in a deep breath of True Qi, using his Life Essence Blood as a guide, as if making a sacrificial offering, drawing a bizarre and extreme Blood Talisman on the longsword.

The Blood Talisman seemed to be infused with evil life, writhing and twisting, like a sinister Blood Python, emitting a nauseating bloody aura.

Instantly, the blood light surrounding the longsword surged like raging tides, tripling in strength, looking like an abrupt blood-red sun, casting him as if a Demon God emerging from the Nine Nether Hell, enveloping a pervasive fearsome aura.

”Perish!”

The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable roared as if a beast thoroughly infuriated, his voice like rolling thunder that could shatter the void.

He swung the longsword, the blade becoming a roused fierce beast, engulfed in unending blood waves and violent Spiritual Power capable of devouring heaven and earth, madly hacking toward Xu Wendong again.

This strike gathered all his grievances and unwillingness, seemingly infused with all the humiliation and resentment of his life.

Its speed reached the extreme, slicing through space like fragile paper, as if it could cut through with a sharp blade, space itself trembling and wailing under its force.

Xu Wendong’s eyes suddenly sharpened, like a meteor cutting through a cold night, advancing instead of retreating, his steps executing mysteriously obscure dances as if from an ancient origin, agile and unpredictable.

His longsword, as if he had endowed it with a soul, traced intricate and mysterious paths through the air, colliding head-to-head with the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s longsword.

Boom!

Accompanied by a deafening roar, akin to the heavens collapsing.

A powerful energy, like a river of stars overflowing, instantly expanded around, sweeping the surroundings with a tidal wave momentum, offering an overwhelming oppressive sensation akin to Mount Tai pressing down, making it hard to breathe.

Zhang Nian watched anxiously from the side, like an ant on a hot pan.

Her jade hands clenched tightly, nails digging deeply into her palms, drawing traces of blood, yet she seemed unaware of the pain, her beautiful eyes fixed on the battlefield.

Secretly praying for Xu Wendong, as if petitioning deities, hoping he would emerge victorious and unharmed.

The loose cultivators of Qingyuan City were also tense, knowing their own power compared to such strong beings was vastly inferior, like fireflies to the bright moon.

At this moment, however, they mustered their courage, like warriors about to charge into battle.

They stood at the edge of the formation, either controlling their magical treasures, their lights flickering like stars in the night sky.

Or casting spells, the glow of their spells interweaving with the brilliance of the magical treasures, launching round after round of attacks against the remaining disciples of the Blood Sect, attempting to alleviate pressure on Xu Wendong.

The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable, unable to secure victory after prolonged battle, grew increasingly deranged, as if possessed.

He suddenly thrust his longsword into the ground with a resounding hum, as if cheering for his madness.

His hands rapidly formed seals, his fingers agile like a swift wind, chanting words in a deep, hoarse voice, like incantations from Hell.

For a moment.

The ground seethed like boiling blood, continuously churning, as if a cauldron of boiling blood.

One by one, blood-red skulls emerged like demons appearing, crawling from the ground, claws waving as they lunged toward Xu Wendong.

These skulls exuded a rotting stench, like corpses decaying for years, their hollow eye sockets flickering with eerie red light, like evil ghosts from Hell, intent on devouring people.

Xu Wendong snorted coldly, as if scornful of such evil arts.

His left hand pinched a spell, his fingers like pliers, pointing toward the ground, where the formation beneath him seemed like an awakened ancient giant beast, radiating brilliance, with a golden light curtain spreading outward from him.

Wherever the light curtain reached, the blood-red skulls melted instantaneously like snow meeting scorching sun, with a ”sizzle” sound, acrid smoke rising, as if the remnant souls of demons were dissipating.

Taking advantage of this opportunity.

Xu Wendong’s figure flickered, like a phantom in the night, silently closing in on the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable, his longsword like a Flood Dragon emerging from the sea, charging forward irresistibly, directly stabbing at the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s throat!