Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Just a simple sentence.

Like an invisible, icy cold hand suddenly gripping Shangguan Hong’s throat, making him feel an abrupt pause in his breath, a suffocating sensation so intense it made him tremble.

Indeed!

How could Xu Wendong possibly fear the Cultivator Association?

If he had even a shred of timidity, how could he have dared to single-handedly and heavily injure numerous experts of the association?

How could he have possibly beaten himself to the point of spewing blood, collapsing miserably, completely powerless to retaliate?

Seeing Shangguan Hong’s speechless, terrified expression.

Xu Wendong snorted heavily through his nose, as if shards of ice were splattering: ”You are just the scum aiding tyranny, relying on the name of the Cultivator Association to run rampant in the Cultivation World, oppressing commoners and committing all kinds of wicked acts. Now, ending up in such a miserable state, you still attempt to bring up the association’s name to protect yourself—truly the height of absurdity, utterly laughable!”

With that, True Qi surged in Xu Wendong’s palm, as if carrying the mighty power of thunder, and he suddenly unleashed a strike!

Instantly.

The palm wind howled, as if it could tear the firmament apart, carrying an unstoppable, destructive force, it slammed fiercely onto Shangguan Hong.

Shangguan Hong felt the terror of Xu Wendong’s strike, he wanted to evade, but currently heavily injured, he had no strength to do so.

He could only watch powerlessly as Xu Wendong’s terrifying strike landed on his chest.

Instantly.

His body was like a solitary fallen leaf in late autumn, swept uncontrollably by the raging wind, flying backward.

In the air, he drew a pathetic arc, was directly knocked flying more than ten meters, and then heavily fell to the ground, raising dust all around.

Before Shangguan Hong could regain composure, Xu Wendong’s figure was like a spirit-shrouded phantom, flashing before him in the blink of an eye.

Immediately after.

Xu Wendong showed no mercy, lifting his right foot high, muscles taut as if containing immense power, then stepping heavily onto Shangguan Hong’s chest with the force of Mount Tai.

Shangguan Hong instantly felt his chest as if firmly pressed by a towering mountain, his ribs seeming to break segment by segment, a mouthful of fresh blood surged to his throat but was forcibly swallowed back, his face flushed red like pig liver.

Xu Wendong looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes like looking at the most insignificant ant, cold and unsympathetic, sneering: ”Hmph, do you think I would regard your so-called Cultivator Association seriously?”

”To me, it’s just a motley crew, mere chickens and dogs!”

”Even if I dispose of you, this evildoer aiding oppression today, what is there to fear?”

The surrounding commoners, hearing these words and witnessing this scene, were all shocked, mouths agape as if they could swallow a whole duck egg, their eyes full of disbelief.

Some even spoke up, for Shangguan Hong was usually seen by them as a longstanding super warrior, a core figure of the Cultivator Association, always acting as a guardian god in the minds of the common people.

At this moment, seeing him on the edge of life and death, how could they bear to stand by and urged Xu Wendong to show mercy, sparing Shangguan Hong’s life.

Unexpectedly, Xu Wendong, like a primordial beast enraged, snorted heavily, this snort seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, emitting an intimidating intent from the inside out: ”Anyone who dares plead for this old thing again, don’t blame me for my ruthlessness, sending you all on your way!”

Feeling Xu Wendong’s almost tangible, intense killing intent, those who pleaded for Shangguan Hong seemed doused by cold water, instantly waking up, subconsciously closing their mouths.

Xu Wendong’s killing intent was too overwhelming, like substantial black mist enveloping him.

Especially those eyes deep as an abyss, like the entrance to endless darkness, tranquil without any emotional fluctuation; meeting them with a glance made them feel like brushing shoulders with the Grim Reaper, their souls trembling.

So, they had no doubt that if they continued to plead for Shangguan Hong, they would certainly invite a deadly misfortune, becoming sacrifices in this bloody fight.

Shangguan Hong also genuinely felt the nearly tangible, soul-freezing killing intent from Xu Wendong, terrified and trembling.

He quivered, like an old man in his twilight years, barely squeezing out a sentence: ”You... you don’t need to drive to extermination, I... I’m willing to surrender my Soul Blood, just spare my life...” Saying this, he offered a drop of crimson blood, containing his Soul Force.

Once these words were spoken.

Like a heavy bomb thrown into a serene lake, instantly stirring thousand waves.

The surrounding commoners were shockingly stupefied, standing motionless as if carved from wood and clay, unable to regain composure for a long time.

They never expected, in their eyes usually majestic, overwhelmingly powerful Shangguan Hong.

At this moment, to preserve his own life, he would rather damage his foundation, voluntarily handing over his Soul Blood!

Instantly.

The image of the Cultivator Association in their minds, once sacred and towering, like suspended high in the sky, was struck by a shocking Divine Thunder, collapsing dramatically, crashing and shattering.

The crowd murmured, exchanged whispers, looking at Shangguan Hong without the earlier esteem, replaced by disdain and contempt, as if watching the most despicable coward.

Xu Wendong looked down at Shangguan Hong, a touch of mockery flashed in his eyes, as if he’d seen the most ridiculous farce: ”Hmph, so even the renowned Senior Shangguan is nothing but a cowardly cur!”

Saying this, he slightly lifted his foot, removing the mountain-like pressure.

Shangguan Hong instantly felt pardoned, gasping harshly, yet dared not make any slight movement.

However, contrary to everyone’s expectations, Xu Wendong did not take Shangguan Hong’s Soul Blood as they thought.

He stood with arms crossed, his posture upright like a pine, speaking coldly in the shock of the crowd: ”Keep your Soul Blood, I’ll spare your life for now, this thing doesn’t interest me!”

Hearing this, Shangguan Hong showed disbelief in his eyes, but soon replaced by the fortune of surviving, struggling to rise yet collapsing due to severe injuries.

Seeing this, Xu Wendong’s lips curled into a barely visible arc: ”Go back and tell your Cultivator Association, today’s events were my doings, Xu Wendong’s. If you want revenge, feel free to find me. However...”

He paused slightly, his gaze suddenly sharp as an eagle, scanning the surrounding commoners.

Then turned towards the direction of the provincial city, as if piercing through endless void, seeing the Cultivator Association’s main base.

His voice deep but thunderous: ”If you fail to kill me, I will certainly uproot your hypocritical Cultivator Association, utterly destroy it!”