Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Seeing this scene,

The crowd around seemed to have their hidden bloodthirsty fervor ignited from the depths of their hearts.

A pair of eyes shot forth with excited light, and as they whispered among themselves, everyone was certain that Xu Wendong was doomed this time.

This thrilling battle had already become a foregone conclusion, with the scales of victory completely tipped.

Some couldn’t hold back their pleasure, clapping their hands vigorously, and shouted at the top of their lungs, ”Look, this is the outcome of opposing the Cultivator Association, it’s like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating oneself!”

Shangguan Hong stood proudly to the side.

He slightly lifted the corners of his mouth, sketching a sinister and ominous smile akin to that of a night owl’s eerie cry.

His eyes were filled with a proud confidence of having the victory in hand.

As if he could already see the tragic sight of Xu Wendong being completely consumed by the Bronze Bowl.

In his heart, it was absolutely impossible for Xu Wendong to find a chance for survival from this ironclad imprisonment.

Just a little longer and he could uproot this great threat and casually snatch away that mysterious Spiritual Treasure from him.

Zhang Nian stood in the distance, her small face as pale as rice paper, devoid of blood.

Her beautiful eyes were full of terror and despair, like a frightened little deer.

She bit her lower lip hard, until red blood oozed out, her hands helplessly clutching the hem of her clothes, her body trembling slightly as if a withering leaf in the cold wind.

Her heart was burning with anxiety, her mind filled with thoughts of how she could help Xu Wendong.

But her own low Realm, in the face of this battlefield where strong people were a forest and Spiritual Power was rampant, was like an ant trying to shake a Giant Dragon, simply having the will but not the power.

She could only watch helplessly as her revered master fell step by step into despair, tears welling in her eyes, yet stubbornly refusing to fall.

Just when everyone believed Xu Wendong was doomed.

Xu Wendong suddenly awakened from the Abyss of despair as an invincible warrior.

A dazzling and extremely bright light burst forth from the depths of his eyes, like two blazing suns shining in the sky, dispelling the darkness and haze surrounding him.

He jerked his head back, letting out a roar that seemed to split the heavens and earth, shaking the world.

This roar seemed to contain the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, shaking the surrounding air like it was fragile glass, ”crack, crack” breaking apart.

Immediately after,

His feet seemed to root deeply in the chaotic void, his body sunk rapidly, his waist twisting swiftly like a supreme Divine Bow fully drawn, muscles throughout his body tensing, amassing immense force enough to overturn the heavens and earth.

In this critical life-and-death moment,

Xu Wendong clenched his right fist tightly, the muscles on his arm intertwining like vigorous Flood Dragons, veins bulging like a furious dragon winding and surging.

He mustered his full strength, at a speed beyond ordinary imagination, like lightning ripping across the sky, to unleash an earth-shattering punch at the Bronze Bowl above that seemed to cover the sky and bring endless despair!

This punch,

Seemed to carry the furious roar of an Ancient Fierce Beast awakening from slumber, the gust of the punch howling as it swept past.

Where it passed,

Space seemed like paper thin as a cicada’s wing, forcibly torn into deep and dark cracks.

Within the cracks, the Chaotic Qi Flow surged like a roaring tide, wildly churning, as if intending to overturn all established order in the world.

The moment the punch wind contacted the Bronze Bowl, it gave off an ear-splitting booming sound.

It was so loud it felt as if their eardrums were struck heavily, unbearably painful, as if they had gone deaf in an instant, a constant ”buzzing” in their heads.

The originally seemingly indestructible Bronze Bowl, capable of sealing God Demons, suddenly trembled violently as if struck by the world-destroying Divine Thunder from the Nine Heavens above.

Complex and mysterious runes on the bowl, like frightened Spirit Snakes, twisted and flickered uncertainly.

The light flickered intermittently, giving the illusion of extinguishing at any moment.

The originally powerful suction, as if able to swallow up stars, appeared to be suppressed by an unparalleled force from a mysterious Source, instantly diminishing like receding tide, disappearing without a trace.

Shangguan Hong’s face suddenly changed, a thick layer of goosebumps rose on his body, feeling as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, his eyes full of fear and disbelief.

He was mentally connected with the Bronze Bowl.

At this moment, he clearly felt a backlash force as if it pierced from the depths of his Soul, like thousands of steel needles stabbing fiercely simultaneously, excruciatingly painful, as if his Soul was being torn apart.

Before he could react at all,

That surging backlash force, like a terrifying stormy wave, directly sent him flying like a broken kite.

He spat out fresh blood, resembling a kite with a broken string, drawing a heart-wrenching tragic arc in the air.

Then,

He heavily fell onto the dusty ground, raising a choking cloud of dust, looking utterly pathetic.

In an instant,

All around, everyone seemed to have been subjected to an Ancient immobilization spell, standing there stiffly like lifeless wooden figures.

They stared wide-eyed, full of terror.

Every mouth was open wide, seemingly able to contain a large goose egg.

The original excitement, smugness, and cruelty froze on their faces in that moment.

Replaced by deep shock and endless confusion.

They racked their brains but couldn’t imagine that in the Abyss of despair, Xu Wendong could erupt with such heaven-defying, incredible power.

With his own strength alone, he shattered the Magical Treasure of a formidable opponent like Shangguan Hong with one punch, and turned the tide!

For a long while, the deathly silent backstreet began to stir slightly, as if waking up slowly from a long and distressing nightmare.

The crowd, as if waking from a dream, began to whisper to each other, their voices full of astonishment and panic, lacking their previous certainty and excitement.

”This... how is this possible? Xu Wendong is merely at the Foundation Establishment Stage, how can he possess such awe-inspiring strength!”

”Could it be an Ancient Great Power aiding in the shadows? Otherwise, how could he break Shangguan Hong’s Magical Treasure, and cause him serious injury, collapsing to the ground!”

Xu Wendong landed steadily, his posture tall and straight as a pine, his stern face showing no trace of fatigue, only a pair of eyes as deep as an Abyss, exuding an intimidating majesty.

His gaze swept over the crowd, wherever it passed, those harboring ill will lowered their heads in guilt, not daring to meet his eyes.

Zhang Nian’s eyes shimmered with tears, yet now they were full of surprise and pride. She ran to Xu Wendong’s side, crying out with a sob in her voice, ”Master, it’s great that you’re okay! I knew, you definitely wouldn’t be harmed by these scoundrels!”

Xu Wendong revealed a doting smile: ”Didn’t I say I was invincible, did you forget?”

Zhang Nian gave a playful smile.

She naturally hadn’t forgotten Xu Wendong’s words, although she had never quite believed it!

After all,

There are too many strong powers in this world!

Shangguan Hong struggled to get up from the ground, his face as pale as paper, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, in a wretched state.

Yet the hatred in his eyes burned like a blazing fire, unextinguished.

He stared fixedly at Xu Wendong, gritting his teeth, saying, ”You didn’t think I was defeated, did you?”