Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Upon hearing Xu Wendong’s provocative words, Shangguan Hong’s eyes instantly flashed with a sinister gleam, as if dark clouds had obscured the sun, adding even more coldness to his already grim visage.

He snorted coldly, the sound squeezed out from between his teeth, deep and oppressive: ”Hmph, if you refuse, you will be at odds with the entire Cultivation World, defying the peace of the multitudes; you’d better weigh the consequences clearly.”

As soon as these words were spoken.

It was like a heavy bomb thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand waves.

The surrounding people were first stunned, then exploded like a powder keg ignited.

Those fanatics who were already glaring angrily at Xu Wendong now flushed red, their neck veins bulging, spewing foul words like a machine gun.

”You insolent fool! Senior Shangguan’s painstaking efforts have all been messed up by you, how dare you defy him? You must really have a death wish!”

”For your own selfish desires, you disregard everyone’s safety; you deserve to be punished by heaven!”

”We must make this ignorant fool pay a heavy price!”

”He should be sliced to pieces, otherwise the people’s anger cannot be appeased!”

Everyone shouted one after another, a surging wave of voices that seemed to want to completely swallow Xu Wendong.

Meanwhile, those experts from the Cultivator Association also stepped forward, True Qi surging, their clothes fluttering, like a pack of vicious wolves ready to devour someone.

Their eyes were cold, filled with chilling murderous intent, gripping sharp blades that glinted, silently declaring Xu Wendong’s fate.

The leading middle-aged cultivator had veins throbbing on his forehead, shouting angrily: ”Kid, don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit; if you dare to defy the association’s orders today, don’t blame us for being rude!”

Saying that, he shook the longsword in his hand.

In an instant.

A sharp Sword Qi flashed through the air like lightning, with a ”screech,” cleaving a deep trench into the ground.

Fragments flew, dust billowed.

The surrounding people cried out in shock, retreating yet unwilling to miss the ”show,” forming a larger circle nearby, tensely and excitedly watching.

Yet Xu Wendong seemed unfazed, the playful smile at the corner of his mouth still hanging there, his eyes growing deeper, like an unfathomably deep cold pool.

He slightly raised his head, scanning the group of people manipulated by emotions around him, secretly sneering in his heart: ”A bunch of fools being used as tools; if I don’t tear apart the so-called association’s true face today, who knows how many innocents will suffer.”

Thinking of this, he took a step forward.

This step seemed to tread on everyone’s heartstrings, bringing a momentary silence to the noisy scene.

Immediately, Xu Wendong’s True Qi exploded like the sun breaking through clouds, its light dazzling.

His clothes fluttered, hair flying in the wind, the whole person seemingly possessed by the War God, emanating an aura that made people tremble.

”You want to kill me? You are not qualified!” His voice echoed like a great bell, rolling through the streets, vibrating the ears of the crowd.

When Xu Wendong’s terrifying True Qi erupted like a surging tsunami, Shangguan Hong and the Cultivator Association’s group of experts were instantly left stunned.

Faces full of disbelief, as if they hadn’t anticipated that such overwhelming True Qi was contained within this Foundation Establishment Stage ”ant”.

That vast aura seemed to transform into a tangible superstorm, obscuring the sky, carrying a destructive fury, sweeping forth.

In an instant, the surrounding people felt their breath catch, their chests crushed by an invisible thousand-jin boulder, an inexplicable heavy pressure rising in their hearts.

Looking at Xu Wendong, their eyes were filled with a solemn air.

Yet, in this suffocating atmosphere, a master standing at the Golden Core Stage Peak was unwilling to show weakness.

His heart filled with vanity and arrogance, relying on his level of cultivation, self-assured that taking down Xu Wendong was a breeze.

So, his figure suddenly burst forth, like a Blue Hawk diving from the skies, attacking with a decisive and reckless momentum.

At the moment of his strike, True Qi crazily condensed in his palm, dazzlingly radiant, like a scorching sun overhead, heating the surrounding air to a sizzling, distorted state.

That surging aura seemed like an invisible shackle, tightly clamping the throats of the crowd.

Instantly turning the faces of the surrounding people paper-white, the air seeming to have been sucked dry, they felt an almost suffocating illusion coming at them; the timid ones, their legs weakened, directly collapsing to the ground, trembling fearfully.

Reflecting on Xu Wendong, facing this aggressive attack, he seemed like an ancient tree rooted to the earth for millennia, weathering storms yet standing tall, steadfast and unyielding, not retreating half a step.

His eyes were cold as ice, like stars shimmering in a frigid night, locking onto the approaching enemy, decisively striking with a fist.

In an instant.

The wind from his fist roared forth, seemingly capable of tearing open the sky, emitting a shrill whistle.

At this moment.

Time seemed to have been paused by an invisible hand, everyone wide-eyed.

Evidently not expecting Xu Wendong would dare strike at a Golden Core Stage Peak expert.

Giving them a sense of disbelief, their eyes seemed on the verge of popping out, focused on the nearly colliding fists.

Their heartbeat seemed to stop, the whole world reduced to this singular focal point.

As the fists collided.

The heavens were thoroughly enraged, thunder booming, vibrating the ears of everyone painfully.

Where the fists met, light flared like a nuclear explosion, stinging eyes painfully, tears flowing uncontrollably, unable to open their eyes

Immediately, a violent energy to the extreme spread from the two as a center, crazily expanding outward in a ring.

Where it passed, sand flew, street stalls were mercilessly overturned, debris like startled birds flew everywhere, crashing into the surroundings.

Only the cultivator association’s once-untouchable Golden Core Stage Peak expert, amid the crowd’s wide-eyed, incredulous gazes, his face swiftly turned from red to white, as pale as paper, blood spurting like a fountain.

The whole man like a broken kite, uncontrollably flying backwards, crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, struggling for a long time to get up, extremely embarrassed.

While Xu Wendong stood tall and immovable like a towering mountain, proud and unwavering.

His clothes fluttering, hair dancing in the wind, seemingly possessed by the War God.

In his eyes, coldness and disdain evident, silently declaring to the world his strength and invincibility.