Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

As the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable roared in fury, Xu Wendong stood tall at the mountaintop, his robes fluttering, resembling a War God descended from the heavens.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze icy and penetrating, as if it could pierce through the smoke and gaze upon the hellish scene within the formation that was akin to Asura Purgatory.

The corner of his mouth slowly curled into a disdainful smirk, filled with contempt for the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable: ”Even if I reveal myself, what can you do to me?”

This voice was like a peal of thunder, exploding in the ears of the Blood Sect members.

The disciples of the Blood Sect heard the voice and instinctively looked up.

The moment they saw Xu Wendong’s face and felt the aura he exuded.

Their pupils began to tremble violently, as if witnessing the most terrifying thing in the world, with an undisguisable look of astonishment in their eyes, mixed with strong disbelief.

In an instant, a tumultuous uproar broke out among the crowd, rising and falling like surging waves.

”What? It’s just a Foundation Establishment Stage brat? How is that possible!” A Blood Sect disciple’s eyes widened in shock, nearly popping out of their sockets, his voice becoming sharp and piercing from being overly shocked, shattering the momentary silence.

”Damn, such a powerful and awe-inspiring formation, as if touched by divine hands, could it really be set up by this Foundation Establishment brat who is as insignificant as an ant in the Cultivation World?” Another disciple’s face was filled with disbelief, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

”Absolutely impossible!”

A senior disciple of the Blood Sect had veins bulging on his forehead, his face flushed with rage, roaring: ”A Foundation Establishment guy with such low cultivation level, how could he possibly have such a heaven-defying and earth-shaking mastery of formations?”

”This is absolutely absurd!”

Looking at Xu Wendong on the mountaintop, the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s anger instantly flared up.

He glared at Xu Wendong, his eyes seemingly ready to devour him alive, as if only by doing so could he vent the boundless fury in his heart!

”You arrogant Foundation Establishment brat, daring to toy with my Blood Sect like this, today I shall take your life to avenge my deceased disciples!”

The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable roared, his voice like rolling thunder, exploding from his chest, causing the surrounding air to ripple in layers.

Before his words had faded, he stomped fiercely, and the ground beneath him seemed unable to withstand his strength, instantly cracking, fissures spreading rapidly like a spider web, with debris flying around, crashing everywhere.

Then, his figure erupted, surrounded by spiritual power like burning flames, roaring fiercely.

He wielded a blood-red long blade, buzzing like a scarlet lightning bolt, striking directly at Xu Wendong.

Seeing this, Xu Wendong remained unflustered, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, like a cold star streaking across the night sky: ”Let me show you the gap between us!”

His body remained as stable as an ancient pine rooted between heaven and earth, he just gently raised his hand, a flash of light in his palm, where a brilliant rune appeared instantly, blending into the formation beneath his feet.

In an instant.

The formation shone brightly, runes circulating as though infused with spirituality, roaring towards the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable, transforming into indestructible light shields.

The runes on the light shield glimmered, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura, blocking his path.

The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable was even more infuriated upon seeing this.

His eyes were blood-red as if they were bleeding, wielding the long blade furiously, with the blade glow weaving into a scarlet net, each strike seemingly capable of tearing the sky, fiercely slashing at the light shield.

Each collision produced deafening roars, as if the heavens were collapsing, sparks flying, the blinding light made one unable to open their eyes, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

However, the light shield, under the support of the formation, was as solid as a rock.

Despite the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s ferocious assaults, it remained immovable, merely creating ripples under the impact of the blade glow, like a calm lake disturbed by a giant stone, briefly rippling then returning to calm.

Meanwhile.

The twenty or so Loose Immortals from Qingyuan City suddenly emerged within the formation, using it as cover to launch a ferocious attack on the Blood Sect members.

The Blood Sect disciples were caught off guard by the sudden turn of events and suffered casualties.

”You dare court death!”

The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable was utterly infuriated, immediately setting his sights on the scattered cultivators, his figure like a shadow darting towards them.

If he couldn’t kill Xu Wendong for now, could he not even deal with these ants?

”Your opponent is me!”

Xu Wendong’s voice rang out slowly, as he formed hand seals with both hands, causing countless threads of spiritual power to surge from the formation.

These threads, as if alive, twisted and turned in the air, weaving into an invisible net, winding towards the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable.

The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable sensed danger, trying to evade, only to find his body restrained by an invisible force, sluggish, each step feeling like slogging through mud, extremely difficult.

At this moment, the Blood Sect disciples below were in a panic.

They watched as their Sect Leader was trapped, like ants on a hot pan, wanting to rush to help, but were blocked by the formation’s residual power.

Some disciples attempted to force their way through, only to be thrown several yards away by the formation, landing in embarrassing heaps.

Some tried using magical treasures to attack the formation, but the treasures vanished without effect, forcing them to helplessly watch the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable struggle.

Meanwhile, they were also in trouble, facing the sudden attack from those twenty or so Golden Core stage Loose Immortals.

The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable struggled fiercely, his spiritual power raging, attempting to break free from the entangling spiritual threads.

Beads of sweat as large as beans rolled down his forehead, his face flushed, every struggle seemingly exhausting his whole strength.

He managed to shrug off part of the spiritual threads’ restraint, but was left panting, battered, his black robe soaked through with sweat, clinging messily to his body, his hair disheveled, devoid of his prior dignified appearance.

Gazing at Xu Wendong, still serene, he felt the hatred in his heart grow stronger, like poison flames burning within him, gritting his teeth: ”Today, I swear to slay you all!”

With that, he ignored his own safety, pouring all his Nascent Soul Force into his raised long blade, gripping the hilt with both hands.

The blade was enveloped in a towering blood light, seemingly gathering all worldly grievances, and he unleashed it with all his might towards Xu Wendong.

This swing carried all his anger and resentment, the blade light seemingly intent on cleaving the sky open...

This cleave was irresistible, with an apocalyptic might descending swiftly.

Wherever the blade light passed, it seemed the space couldn’t bear this overwhelming power, beginning to distort and deform!