Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

The atmosphere on the scene seemed to be instantly gripped by an invisible giant hand.

It was so heavy, like layers of thick lead clouds, weighing directly on everyone’s heart, suffocating them.

The air seemed to be completely drained by a mysterious and powerful force.

It became thin and suffocating, the dead silence clinging to everyone like a shadow, wrapping around them in strands.

The common people were already frightened out of their wits by this shocking spectacle, scattering like startled birds.

In an instant, they disappeared without a trace, leaving only a desolate and empty backstreet, like an abandoned wasteland, becoming the sole battlefield of this life-and-death struggle.

Xu Wendong stood there quietly, as if detached from this clamoring and deathly silence, ignoring everything around him.

His eyes were sharp and cold, like the coldest star sparkling in a cold night, deep and mysterious, intimidating to behold.

His feet seemed rooted, firmly anchored to the earth, merging with the land beneath, drawing endless strength.

The True Qi within him surged turbulently like a fierce, unrestrained river, as if it would break through his body’s constraints and burst forth.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising high, slowly clenching his fists, his muscles taut like steel, ready like a leopard lurking in the shadows, poised to deliver a deadly strike.

Meanwhile.

Several Flying Swords, like fatal lightning, whisked towards Xu Wendong with unstoppable sharpness and lethal intent, moving at a speed beyond the eye could follow.

The tip of the first Flying Sword quivered incessantly.

It was as if vengeful spirits and evil ghosts were wailing mournfully, drawing a terrifying arc in the air, directly stabbing towards Xu Wendong’s vital throat.

Xu Wendong let out a cold laugh, a trace of disdain playing at the corner of his mouth.

He did not dodge or evade, and when the Flying Sword was nearly upon him, he moved sideways with ghostly agility, narrowly avoiding the deadly edge by a hair’s breadth.

At the same time, his right hand, like a Flood Dragon emerging from the sea, swiftly and precisely slapped the side of the Flying Sword’s blade.

With a loud clang, like the toll of a great bell, the surrounding buildings shook as if hit by a severe earthquake, bricks and stones tumbling down.

The Flying Sword seemed to be guided by an invisible force by his seemingly casual slap, veering off its originally deadly trajectory, flying off crookedly to the side.

The sword body buzzed as if roaring in unwillingness.

The remaining Flying Swords, seeing this, attacked even more fiercely and violently, surrounding from all sides, like a pack of infuriated wolves.

Intertwining, they weaved into an impenetrable sword array, like a celestial net.

Within the sword net, runes glowed intensely, as if to completely engulf Xu Wendong.

The glaring light seemed to come from the Karmic Fire of the Nine Nether Hell, burning the air, exuding a formidable aura that chilled the spine.

Xu Wendong remained unfazed, moving as if taking a leisurely stroll in his backyard, his form flickering as if teleporting effortlessly through the narrow gaps of the sword net.

Each move stirred up gusts of wind, like a typhoon passing through, sending pebbles flying as if a rain of stones, clattering around.

This scene deeply shocked those onlookers in the distance.

They stood there as if frozen by an immobilization spell, like wooden carvings and clay sculptures, eyes wide open.

Their eyes were filled with shock and awe, mouths agape, as if witnessing a world-shaking, spirit-drenching miracle.

Even seeing it with their own eyes, they could hardly believe that a cultivator of the Foundation Establishment Stage could display such strength in such a dire situation, as if hacked, overturning their ingrained understanding of the rigid hierarchy of the cultivation world.

However, were not the few Golden Core Peak Experts mere commoners?

Seeing Xu Wendong easily dodge the Flying Swords, their hearts sparked like a lit gunpowder keg, burning with anger, even more infuriated.

Their sword-controlling techniques became more exquisite, as if tempered through countless trials, cooperating as if they had rehearsed it countless times, seamlessly.

Not only did the sword net quickly tighten like a contracting fishing net, but it also changed formations from time to time, making Xu Wendong’s dodging space increasingly narrow and confined, as if being placed in a desperate situation, at the brink of life and death, precarious.

”Kill him!”

”Kill him!”

In the distance, some people, overwhelmed by fervor, shouted one after another, like surging ocean waves, wishing to dismember Xu Wendong to vent their anger.

However.

Xu Wendong’s situation seemed dangerous, but in reality, it was merely a small matter to him.

He was someone who had weathered countless storms in both the cultivation and immortal realms, used to the tumultuous waves.

Even though his cultivation level had plummeted now, the illustrious years of the past had forged his steely will and extraordinary strength.

How could a few Golden Core Realm cultivators easily harm him in the slightest?

The True Qi within him surged like boiling magma, rolling and frothing, the hot aura seemingly igniting the air around him.

His skin even glowed faintly red, like burning flames, reflecting him as if a War God reborn from the fire.

Only hearing him shout loudly, like Thunder God’s roar, the voice echoing far and wide.

This shout, as if carrying an invisible and majestic force, caused the approaching Flying Swords to tremble slightly as if time itself stalled.

Taking advantage of this gap.

Xu Wendong, like a leopard capturing its prey’s weakness, seized the opportunity, ghost-like approaching one expert.

That person was horrified, as if seeing the Grim Reaper, wanting to control his Flying Sword for defense, but it was too late.

Xu Wendong delivered a kick, like Mount Tai pressing down, with immense strength kicking towards the opponent’s wrist.

With a ”crack,” like a dry twig breaking in the cold winter, the person’s wrist broke at the sound.

The Flying Sword in his hand, seemingly losing its backbone, instantly lost control, clattering to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

This sudden change greatly shocked the other experts, as if doused with a bucket of cold water, momentarily slowing their offensive, yet they still would not give up.

The remaining Flying Swords circled in the air once, like a flock of circling vultures, stabbing crazily once again towards Xu Wendong.

Xu Wendong, empty-handed, seemed possessed by the War God, maneuvering skillfully and elegantly.

Each lift of his hand, each kick of his leg, collided precisely with the Flying Swords, as if an unparalleled dancer waltzing with blades.

”Ding-dang” sounds rang continuously, like a fierce metallic symphony, sparks flying at the collisions, blooming like fireworks, brilliant and mesmerizing.

This scene so shocked the distant onlookers that they felt tingling in their scalps, as if thousands of ants were crawling over their heads, sending shivers down their spines.

They looked as if they had seen a ghost, faces showing fearful expressions, discussing fervently.

”Is this guy human or ghost? How could his physical body be so terrifying to contend with the Spiritual Artifacts in the hands of these Immortals?”

”My goodness, I’ve never seen anyone with such a formidable physical body! This is simply unimaginable, could it be an Immortal descended to earth?”

”This guy certainly isn’t human, after all, those Spiritual Artifacts possess abilities that cut through iron like mud, how could a mere mortal body possibly withstand it?”