Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1574: Chapter 1571: You Forced My Hand

Liu Yuansong’s eyes instantly widened, like copper bells, his pupils sharply contracted, and the terror in his eyes was so intense that it almost became tangible.

His lips trembled violently, like leaves in a storm, his throat seemed to be fiercely gripped by an invisible large hand.

After a while, he barely squeezed out a dry, extremely shocked exclamation: ”This... how is this possible, impossible, this is absolutely impossible, it must be fake!”

His face suddenly turned as pale as paper, lacking any blood, with sweat beads the size of beans rolling down like raindrops.

This was the instinctive reaction exploding from deep within his body after extreme shock and fear intertwined, each drop of sweat seemed to tell of his inner panic and helplessness.

Shadow’s body suddenly stiffened, as if struck by a terrifying lightning from the ninth heaven, his muscles instantly tightened.

His usually ruthless, frost-like face completely distorted and deformed, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

That gaze was as if witnessing the most incomprehensible horror scene in the universe.

His breathing became rapid and chaotic, each breath like struggling pulls in a worn-out bellow, his chest heaved violently, as if an invisible mountain pressed on it, each breath suffering a huge impact.

For he knew deeply, the Two Paths of Yin and Yang were such a heaven-defying existence.

That was the strongest Great Dao in the world, the head of the Three Thousand Great Dao.

It was the source Dao of the entire universe, containing the most mysterious and powerful force between heaven and earth.

Xu Wendong, at such a young age, had already mastered the Way of Thunder and the Wood Element Path, which was already considered an awe-inspiring feat, like the most dazzling meteor streaking across the night sky, leaving everyone astounded.

But who could have predicted that he had also mastered the Two Paths of Yin and Yang?

”The Two Paths of Yin and Yang... he actually mastered the Two Paths of Yin and Yang?” Shadow’s voice trembled.

He felt as though his world view, which he had unwaveringly believed in, was collapsing at this moment like a hill struck by a meteor, turning into ruins, with fragments flying everywhere in his heart, piercing him full of blood.

Wang Tong was even more shocked and terrified; his eyes widened so much it seemed his eye sockets would burst, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out, looking extremely terrifying.

His legs went soft, knees suddenly losing the strength to support his body; if not for a strong survival instinct staunchly supporting him, he would have collapsed like mud on the ground.

”What... what kind of monster is this exactly...” he murmured to himself, his voice weak as if it were a candle about to go out in the wind, each word trembling like a poor creature shivering in the cold ice cellar.

His gaze at Xu Wendong was as if looking at a terrifying deity walking out from ancient mythological tales, this god exuding a suffocating majesty and terrifying aura.

Fear flooded his heart like a tide, wave after wave striking his reason, completely submerging him in an endless abyss of despair.

At this moment, it was not just the three of them who were stunned.

Even Si Yao, Lu Shuling, Xue Yan, Song Ziwei, and others were all in a state of wide-eyed shock.

They originally knew Xu Wendong’s strength was formidable, knowing he mastered some kind of Great Dao.

But only until now did they truly appreciate Xu Wendong’s terrifying innate talent.

What he mastered were not just one Dao Law, but multiple Great Dao.

Especially the Two Paths of Yin and Yang, which are the Dao Foundation of the Three Thousand Great Dao, a supreme existence countless cultivators dream of yet can never touch.

Facing this unparalleled talent through ages, who could not feel envy, and how could one not be shocked?

This shock was like turbulent waves crashing against the seaside of their souls, leaving them long unable to calm down.

Zhen Jing was also dumbfounded.

Only at this moment did he understand the meaning of Si Yao’s previous words, that his path had become broad and long.

He secretly rejoiced in not having done anything ungrateful, otherwise the end would certainly be very tragic.

”Whatever means you have, come and use them all!” Xu Wendong hovered in mid-air, like an ancient god.

His gaze was indifferent, without any emotional fluctuation.

Every gesture radiated a strong and mysterious aura.

As if a sovereign ruling over all life, as though a thought could annihilate everyone’s lives, creating an almost suffocating illusion.

”Xu Wendong, do you actually think we’ve reached a dead end?”

”If that’s the case, then you are gravely mistaken.”

”Even if you have mastered multiple Dao Laws, today you must die!”

”You forced me to this!”

Liu Yuansong roared like a beast driven to a corner.

His eyes were bloodshot from anger and determination.

The veins on his forehead bulged like winding serpents.

Only to see him rapidly pinching the spell with his hands, chanting with words, the Blood Abyss Soul-devouring Banner under his command trembled violently.

In an instant, countless vengeful spirits from the Soul-devouring Banner surged out like black tides, densely hovering behind him.

For a moment, the air seemed filled with darkness, ghostly energy foreboding.

These vengeful spirits took various forms.

They bared their fangs and claws, emitting terrifying shrieking sounds.

Their collective voices like ten thousand ghosts crying together, painfully vibrating eardrums, shaking souls.

However, this time was different.

The vengeful spirits, which should have rushed towards Xu Wendong, now seemed to receive some mysterious summoning, after hovering briefly in the air, they all turn directions, howling and scrambling toward Liu Yuansong’s body.

They threw themselves into Liu Yuansong’s body like moths to a flame.

Each vengeful spirit’s integration made Liu Yuansong’s body exude a stronger bizarre aura.

His figure gradually blurred in the midst of this aura, seemingly merging with the vengeful spirits.

As vengeful spirits continuously poured into Liu Yuansong, his appearance began to undergo a chilling transformation.

His skin gradually turned blue-purple, as if his blood froze, blood vessels protruding beneath the skin like black vines winding and intertwining, constantly wriggling with the influx of vengeful spirits.

The previously somewhat normal features were now twisted by agony and ferocity.

The eye sockets sunk deeply, yet the eyeballs protruded, the whites of the eyes filled with blood veins, like red spider webs madly spreading in the ghostly green eyes, flashing the venom and madness of vengeful spirits.

His lips cracked, corners unnaturally curved upward, revealing beast-like fangs, with black liquid seeping between them, exuding a pungent stench of decay.

Si Yao’s pupils trembled suddenly, exclaiming: ”No good, he’s undergoing corpse transformation!”