Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Li Changqing stood motionless like a petrified statue, rigidly fixed not far away.

His feet seemed to be glued to the ground, unable to move an inch, with no choice but to watch helplessly the horrifying scene before him, as if Hell itself had opened.

His face reflected an ever-changing expression, initial disbelief akin to thick clouds, instantly consumed by the overwhelming, bone-chilling terror.

His eyes widened like two copper bells on the verge of shattering, bloodshot as they were fixated firmly on Xu Wendong.

The fear and dread in his gaze were like a person about to drown, struggling in vain, yet never able to break free from the endless darkness.

His lips trembled slightly, resembling a fallen leaf fluttering in the cold wind, but no sound came out as they moved.

His throat felt dry as if scorched by intense flames, and not a single faint breath could be forced out.

As the Grand Elder of the Cultivator Association, Li Changqing had traversed countless mountains and rivers, surviving numerous perilous battles.

Once he sought ancient inheritances in mysterious relics, fighting demon beasts to the death.

He also turned the tide in cruel cultivation wars, defending the dignity of the association.

He believed he knew the power of the world’s strongest, whether extraordinary Heavenly Pride or cultivators at their peak, none could impress him anymore.

Yet, at this moment, the physical strength Xu Wendong displayed was like an indestructible hammer, shattering all his past knowledge and pride.

His hands unconsciously clenched tightly, nails deeply embedded in his palms.

Dark red blood slowly seeped through his fingers, while his palms were full of sticky cold sweat.

His heart cried out bitterly: ”Just who is this divine being? How can his physical body be terrifying to such an unbelievable extent? This completely defies worldly logic!”

Li Changqing was a Grand Elder of the Cultivator Association, having met countless exceptional Heavenly Prides.

Those favored by the heavens had extraordinary talent in cultivation and remarkable achievements, regarded as future stars of the cultivation world.

He had also perused many ancient texts, knowing that invincible beings had emerged in history whose deeds became legends among cultivators.

But even then, when he saw Xu Wendong, he realized that those Heavenly Prides who had once amazed him were dimmed before Xu Wendong.

Frankly speaking, compared to Xu Wendong, they were like mud to clouds, not even qualified to tie his shoes.

At this moment, Xu Wendong’s sharp gaze akin to an eagle’s spotted a flaw in the Sword Array.

His figure moved like a black lightning bolt, closing in instantly.

On his right fist, mighty True Qi surged fiercely, like a small star about to explode, enveloping a world-ending power, straight like a cannonball toward one elder.

The elder’s previously calm expression suddenly changed, akin to a darkened sky before a storm, full of fear and despair.

His pupils contracted dramatically, almost simultaneously raising his longsword in panic to block.

”Boom!”

A deafening roar like the collapse of heaven and earth.

Where fist met sword, the powerful impact was like a torrential flood driving the elder backward repeatedly, staggering with each step imprinting deeply onto the ground.

His arm felt like struck by a heavy hammer, instantly numbing, nearly losing grip of his longsword.

Blood gushed from the tiger’s mouth, sliding along the sword, dripping onto the dry ground, absorbed instantly.

The elder was filled with shock.

He couldn’t fathom how Xu Wendong, after suffering heavy damage from the Prison Suppressing Cauldron, still possessed such horrifying strength, as if the previous attacks were mere inconsequential scratches.

The other five elders witnessing this replaced their fear with anger and unwillingness, well aware there’s no retreat, only a fight to death.

Thus, they executed an exquisitely skilled Sword Array, their coordination seamless with swords intertwining to thrust, parry, or slash, movements fluid and dazzling.

In an instant, Sword Qi crisscrossed like bolts of lightning wreaking havoc through the air.

The ground was scored with deep ruts, soil beside them upheaved into dust clouds by Sword Qi.

The surrounding trees couldn’t escape, severed by Sword Qi, producing cracking sounds before crashing down, sending up plumes of dust.

Yet when their longswords again viciously struck Xu Wendong’s body, something eerie occurred.

A series of crisp breaking sounds like glass shattering; the longswords were fractured like fragile glass, scattering into numerous pieces reflecting blinding light.

”How... how is this possible!” A young cultivator watching couldn’t contain his shock, exclaiming spontaneously.

His voice was sharp and trembling, distinctly abrupt on the silent battlefield, filled with shock and disbelief.

”Is his physical body forged by an Ancient Divine Artifact?” Another elderly cultivator spoke, voice trembling, eyes full of fear as if scrutinizing a mysterious ancient entity.

Everyone was utterly stunned, seemingly frozen in time, with deep fear evident in their eyes.

They couldn’t fathom such a formidable physical body existing, even a Spiritual Artifact cutting him only got shattered!

Undoubtedly, this has overturned their understanding of power within the cultivation world.

Yet Xu Wendong remained unfazed, his form agile like a phantom.

Navigating the dense sword moves freely, every movement precise, seemingly blending seamlessly with surrounding Sword Qi.

He deftly avoided lethal attacks while seeking weaknesses in the Sword Array, his calm gaze like overlooking a swarm of insignificant ants.

Each time he struck, he could accurately neutralize the opponent’s assaults.

Furthermore, he counterattacked occasionally, his fist wind howling, each strike causing the air to tremble around.

At this moment, to the eyes of all, he resembled a descending Demon God, exuding an aura chilling to the core, instilling faith in his invincibility.

Li Changqing watched the fierce battle from the side, burning with anxiety.

He knew if the six elders were defeated, the Prison Suppressing Cauldron might end up in Xu Wendong’s hands.

If that happened, consequences would be unimaginable, not only the Cultivator Association’s prestige lost, but the entire cultivation world could face an unprecedented disaster.

Thinking this, he gritted his teeth, muscles on his face distorted with effort, enduring the emptiness of Spiritual Power within, preparing to assist again.

His hands quickly formed Hand Seals, ten fingers interweaving like phantoms, attempting to mobilize the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Power to gain an advantage for the six elders.

But at this instant.

Xu Wendong noticed Li Changqing’s movements, his eyes flashed with cold light, like a blade in the cold night, chilling to the bone.

In an instant, Xu Wendong moved like a swift wind, changing direction, appearing ghost-like before Li Changqing.

His form moved too swiftly to perceive, striking decisively at almost the same moment.

True Qi on his fist coalesced into a golden fist shadow, bearing endless power, hammering heavily toward the opponent’s chest.