Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

”You are too much!”

The mysterious figure, upon hearing Xu Wendong’s extremely humiliating words, felt as if struck by a bolt from the blue, with a surge of hot blood rushing straight to his head.

His eyes instantly filled with bloodshot lines, on the verge of tearing apart.

Like a primordial beast that had broken free from the chains of the Nine Nether Hell, utterly enraged, emanating a strong killing intent from all around him.

The terrifying killing intent seemed to manifest as a tangible black mist, rolling and tumbling, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet several degrees.

”Good! You arrogant child, today I’ll let you learn of my true power!”

The mysterious figure roared, his voice seemingly wrapped in rolling thunder, causing the surrounding air to buzz with resonance.

His trembling hands swiftly brushed over the storage ring, taking out an entirely dark elixir, as if it absorbed the power of endless darkness.

Mysterious runes flickered and danced atop the elixir, emanating a chilling aura; even from afar, a single glance could make one feel as though they were plunged into an ice cellar, the cold shooting from the soles of the feet to the top of the head.

”Huh, even if it costs me my old life, I will grind you to dust!”

With that, the mysterious figure raised his head and swallowed the elixir.

In an instant, his body seemed to be struck by a violent black lightning, akin to a world-ending power from the dawn of chaos, carrying endless violence and destruction.

The next moment.

The mysterious figure began to shake violently.

Spiritual power surged around him like a ferocious black tide, rising and converging in a visibly turbulent manner, as if to devour everything in this world.

The previously dispirited aura was instantly swept away, replaced by a powerful pressure as if it could crush the sky and awe the Nine Netherworlds.

In a split second, he had broken through to the Out-of-Body Peak Stage.

He seemed possessed by a Celestial God, his whole body radiating light, that light seemed capable of penetrating the Nine Nether Hell, dispersing endless darkness, making anyone who witnessed it feel awe.

He abruptly snatched with his large hand, and the Red Tassel Spear that Xu Wendong had once repelled seemed to be summoned by an Ancient Demon God. With a ”whoosh,” it soared toward his hand like a black meteor.

The Red Tassel Spear at this moment seemed to be awakened as an unstoppable weapon, its body of runes shining, like a lively Flood Dragon, meandering on the spear shaft; each wriggle seemed capable of tearing space apart.

The red tassel burned fiercely, like Karmic Fire from Hell, the flames seemed to emit from an endless abyss, spreading boundless Evil Qi, ripples appearing in the space it passed through.

”Face your death!”

The mysterious figure roared, his voice rumbling as if it could shatter the surrounding undulating mountains.

He then moved with a ghostly flicker, like a black shadow, instantly bridging the gap between him and Xu Wendong.

His speed reached its pinnacle, seemingly exceeding the limits of time and space.

The Red Tassel Spear in his hand, carrying endless violent force, thrust hard towards Xu Wendong’s throat like a Flood Dragon coming out to sea.

The air where the spearhead passed seemed as fragile as paper, being sliced by a sharp blade.

”Though your strength and speed have significantly improved, wanting to kill me still falls short!”

Xu Wendong’s eyes showed no fear; instead, they shimmered with excitement.

Xu Wendong lightly tapped the ground with his foot, his figure darted nimbly, like Fei Yan skimming over water, his posture light and agile, easily evading the fatal thrust aimed at his throat.

At the same time.

He clenched his right fist tightly, muscles taut, containing a force of a thousand catties.

Every muscle seemed cast in steel, with veins protruding like small snakes, emanating a wild aura of strength.

”You must be tired of living, daring to block my top-grade Spiritual Artifact with your mortal body?” The mysterious figure’s eyes revealed disbelief.

He felt that Xu Wendong’s brain must have been kicked by a donkey; otherwise, he wouldn’t engage in such a reckless act!

The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable was even more excited, clenching his fists tightly as if he had already seen the scene of Xu Wendong being slain.

”Not to mention a Spiritual Artifact, even a Divine Artifact can’t harm me!” Xu Wendong swung his fist swiftly towards the shaft of the Red Tassel Spear.

The fist wind howled, as if it could blow away thick clouds, like a raging hurricane.

The path it took left flying sand and stones, distorting the void.

Ultimately colliding with the Red Tassel Spear!

Boom!

A deafening clash resounded through the world, like the Thunder God beating his drum, shaking the earth as if it were in violent quakes, the surrounding mountains seemed to be shaken by an invisible large hand, huge rocks tumbling down, smoke and dust swirling.

”What?” The mysterious figure gasped, feeling a cold sweat down his spine, his scalp tingling, as he stared at Xu Wendong with rising waves of terror in his heart.

He knew the Red Tassel Spear he just used was a top-grade Spiritual Artifact, exceedingly hard.

But...

Xu Wendong had blocked it barehanded. How could that not terrify him?

”Die!”

Coming to his senses, the mysterious figure relentlessly continued, the Red Tassel Spear in his hand seemed infused with a soul, wildly dancing.

In an instant, spear shadows filled the sky, like a blood-red thorny forest, heavily enveloping Xu Wendong.

Every spear shadow seemed tangible, carrying a sharp force capable of tearing everything apart, stabbing towards Xu Wendong’s vital points, leaving no room for escape or defense.

Xu Wendong moved skillfully and agilely, maneuvering with ease among the spear shadows.

Every dodge and strike demonstrated his extraordinary physical strength and combat skill.

Facing the densely packed spear thrusts like raindrops, he would dodge sideways, his motions like a phantom, letting the spearhead pass by.

Or lifting a hand to block, his arm being like a shield cast in steel, and when it collided with the spear shadows, a crisp ”clang” sound was heard, sparks flying.

He was seen using both his fists and feet, repeatedly clashing with the spear shadows.

Every encounter was accompanied by a deafening explosion.

Amidst the flashing light, seeming like fireworks bursting, momentarily illuminating the dark battlefield, deeply shocking everyone’s mind and body!

However, although the mysterious figure was menacing, due to severe injuries and the forceful cultivation elevation, he was already starting to lose strength.

His attack speed began to slow, spear shadows thinning, and his aura becoming more disordered.

Like an oil lamp about to burn out, its light flickeringly dim and bright.

Xu Wendong astutely noticed this change, his eyes lighting up: ”Your days are numbered!”

Xu Wendong no longer evaded, bending his legs slightly, like an ancient pine rooted firmly, his figure like a majestic mountain, unyielding.

Then, leveraging on his toes, his entire being shot out like an arrow leaving the string, his speed so fast it seemed like a golden lightning streaked across the sky.

His right fist rose high, muscles bulging, like cast in steel, veins protruding, fiercely pounding towards the mysterious figure’s chest.

This punch was extraordinary in momentum.

This punch was akin to the ascension of a soaring dragon.

Emitting a nearly suffocating aura.

Where the fist traveled, the void twisted violently, bursting forth with a sharp wind-breaking sound!

The mysterious figure, sensing this deadly strike’s approach, widened his eyes in horror, attempting to use the Red Tassel Spear to block.

But at this moment, he was exhausted, his movements sluggish, the spear shaft just barely lifting when Xu Wendong’s fist already arrived.

With a ”bang!” sound like a cosmic explosion, the sound seemed capable of shattering space-time.

The mysterious figure only felt an overwhelming force crashing onto him, his body involuntarily thrown backward.

He appeared like a meteor knocked from the sky, spraying blood wildly from his mouth, like blooming blood flowers, drawing a glaring arc in the air.

Falling heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

This time, he was on his last breath, eyes hollow, with no strength left to fight back...