Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

”Crack!”

This crisp sound was exceptionally clear amid the chaotic battlefield, as Li Changqing’s shield finally succumbed to the strain and completely shattered.

The shattered shield transformed into countless light spots, dissipating into the air, like a beautiful yet despairing firework.

Li Changqing felt a tightness in his chest, and a mouthful of blood uncontrollably spurted out, turning into a mist of blood in the air.

His entire body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily against a mountain wall.

Under the enormous impact, the mountain wall instantly colllapsed, with countless boulders rolling down like a raging mudslide, burying Li Changqing beneath.

The ”Prison Suppressing Cauldron” lost Li Changqing’s control, swaying in the air while emitting a dull sound, as if mourning its master’s defeat.

It slowly descended toward the ground, its speed decreasing as if reluctant to leave the battlefield once enveloped by its power.

Xu Wendong saw this, a gleam of greed flashed in his eyes, his gaze firmly locked on the Prison Suppressing Cauldron, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

His form flickered, like a streak of black light, rushing toward the Prison Suppressing Cauldron.

Just as he was about to grasp the Prison Suppressing Cauldron.

A furious roar came from within the Cultivator Association: ”Xu Wendong, do you truly believe my Cultivator Association has no one powerful enough to cut you down?”

This roar, filled with endless resentment and anger, seemed like a howl from the depths of Hell, causing the surrounding air to momentarily freeze.

The roar was like a heavy hammer, striking directly at his heart.

Xu Wendong’s figure abruptly halted, a sharp, wary light flashing in his eyes as he slowly turned around.

He saw the towering and imposing gates of the Cultivator Association slowly shake, emitting a creaking sound as they gradually swung open to both sides.

The onlookers around instantly buzzed with excitement, some young cultivators looked with admiration and reverence, their eyes tightly fixed on the gates, their breathing unconsciously quickening.

”It’s the president, the president has finally appeared! With the president here, this feud will soon draw to a close!” An excited young cultivator clenched his fists, his voice trembling slightly, as if seeing the dawn of victory.

Meanwhile, the more seasoned cultivators wore grim expressions, their eyes revealing deep fear.

They knew well Xuan Lingzi’s methods and power, and understood that the outcome of this battle might exceed everyone’s expectations.

An elderly man with white hair, his hands trembling slightly, muttered softly: ”Once Xuan Lingzi makes a move, a storm of blood and tears is sure to ensue...”

Everyone knew that Xuan Lingzi was the leader of the Cultivator Association, his power was a pinnacle even in the Provincial Cultivation Realm.

Now that he was about to act, this battle would surely conclude, with no doubt at all!

At this moment.

A figure, carrying an overwhelming momentum like surging waves, strode forward, each step landing heavily on everyone’s hearts, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

The newcomer was none other than Xuan Lingzi, the president of the Cultivator Association.

His black robe flapped in the wind, like a Demon God descending in the dark night, his cold and stern face exuding the unique majesty of a superior.

Beside him, Shangguan Hong hung his head low, his face hidden in the shadows, obscuring his expression, yet an eerie aura emanated from him, causing chills down the spine.

Xuan Lingzi’s gaze, like two substantial lightning bolts, shot directly at Xu Wendong, the oppressive feeling it carried causing the surrounding air to instantly solidify.

Then, he waved his large hand vigorously, an invisible yet powerful ripple surged toward the Prison Suppressing Cauldron.

In midair, the originally unstable, flickering Prison Suppressing Cauldron was drawn by an invisible giant hand, instantly halting steadily in his palm.

”Xu Wendong, your repeated provocations of my Cultivator Association, today you’ve seriously injured many of my elders, committing unforgivable sins.”

Xuan Lingzi’s voice was deep and resonant, like a mighty bell, echoing on the battlefield filled with smoke and debris: ”However, considering your exceptional talent, a rare genius in a century.”

”If you were to kneel and repent now, and swear allegiance to my Cultivator Association, following my lead, I might spare you a chance at life.”

Xu Wendong, upon hearing this, was momentarily stunned, then let out a mocking laugh: ”Xuan Lingzi, you’re dreaming in broad daylight!”

”To think I, Xu Wendong, would submit to you is utterly ridiculous, a tale spun in fantasy!”

”Today, not only will I take Shangguan Hong’s life, but I also intend to uproot your corrupt, decadent Cultivator Association, purging the filth from this world completely!”

With those words, the golden flame encompassing him blazed fervently, its brightness increasingly dazzling, like a rising fierce sun.

The mighty aura he radiated was every bit as formidable as the renowned president of the Cultivator Association standing before him.

Xuan Lingzi’s face instantly clouded over as if the night sky before a storm, dark clouds thickening, a cold and sharp murderous intent flashed in his eyes: ”Since you’re so stubborn and ignorant, don’t blame me for my ruthlessness, showing no mercy!”

”Today, is your dying day, this place your burial ground!”

With his words just spoken.

The Prison Suppressing Cauldron in his hand seemed to be summoned by a powerful force, its light suddenly intensified, blinding the eyes of everyone present.

An ancient and mysterious, overwhelmingly powerful energy, like a surging tsunami, rushed toward Xu Wendong.

Everywhere it passed, the air split into visible black fissures.

The power of the Prison Suppressing Cauldron in Xuan Lingzi’s hands was magnified to an immense degree, making Xu Wendong feel a tremendous pressure.

Meanwhile.

Shangguan Hong, who had been silent, slowly lifted his head, his eyes that were hidden in the shadows now gleaming with venomous light, like two venomous snakes ready to strike.

His hands moved swiftly, his ten fingers like nimble serpents, rapidly forming hand seals.

In an instant.

Dense, ink-like black mist surged from his palms.

With a foul stench, it resonated and fused with the powerful force emitted by the Prison Suppressing Cauldron, forming a massive black net, covering Xu Wendong overwhelmingly.

Xu Wendong, showing no fear, stomped fiercely. The ground beneath him cracked like a spider web, fissures spreading in all directions.

His form, like a streak of golden lightning, charged ferociously toward Xuan Lingzi and Shangguan Hong with unstoppable momentum.

Each punch he threw felt like a towering mountain collapsing, with earth-shattering, world-destroying force.

The raging winds of his punches swept through, and wherever they reached, the dense black mist evaporated like snow under the scorching sun, vanishing without a trace.

Xuan Lingzi, seeing this, snorted coldly, a trace of anger flashing in his eyes.

His hands rapidly shifted through spells, muttering incantations under his breath.

The Prison Suppressing Cauldron slowly hovered above his head, its ancient runes glowing and flickering, seemingly alive.

Soon after, golden chains snaked out from the cauldron like a group of agile flood dragons, baring their fangs and clawing toward Xu Wendong.

These chains exuded a mysterious and ancient aura, containing powerful binding forces unmatched in strength.

Once entangled, it was as if falling into an endless abyss, impossible to escape!