Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Xuan Lingzi’s expression turned grave at the sight; he had never faced such a troublesome opponent.

But as the president of the Cultivator Association, how could he possibly admit defeat so easily?

He clenched his teeth, frantically pouring True Qi into the Prison Suppressing Cauldron; the Runes on the cauldron’s body began to flash madly, letting out a deafening roar.

Suddenly.

A massive black pillar of light shot out from within the cauldron, blasting straight toward Xu Wendong.

That pillar of light contained endless Power of Destruction.

Wherever it passed, the ground was instantly corroded into a bottomless ravine, and even the surrounding air was sucked away, forming a vacuum zone.

”Old bastard, you don’t know a damn thing about my strength!” Xu Wendong looked at the oncoming black pillar of light, the corner of his mouth curling into a playful smile.

That smile carried a hint of unruliness and confidence, as if this terrifying attack before him was nothing more than a harmless little game.

His eyes flickered with blazing light, like burning flames that no one dared to look straight at.

He planted his feet firmly where he stood, neither dodging nor retreating, letting the black pillar of light barrel toward him with overwhelming momentum.

His figure, framed against the black pillar of light, looked so small.

Yet so unshakable, like a towering mountain standing between heaven and earth, unafraid of any storm’s assault.

At this scene.

The onlookers couldn’t help but gasp, their brows knitting tight, faces full of doubt and shock.

Their eyes were filled with disbelief; clearly none of them had expected Xu Wendong to just stand there so calmly, without the slightest intention of dodging.

In the crowd, someone began whispering, and some even guessed that he’d been scared stupid by this terrifying attack and had lost the ability to resist.

At the same time.

The black pillar of light slammed heavily into Xu Wendong’s body.

In an instant, a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering boom erupted, as if the entire world collapsed in that single moment.

The terrifying energy was like a volcano that had slumbered for ages suddenly erupting, carrying endless fury and Power of Destruction as it surged violently in all directions.

Where it swept past, the very void seemed to be twisted and torn by an invisible giant hand, splitting open with streaks of black cracks, as if leading to an endless dark Abyss.

For a moment.

Dust billowed into the sky, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in chaos, making it impossible to see what lay within.

As the dust slowly dispersed, that chaotic battlefield gradually revealed its true appearance.

Only to see Xu Wendong standing quietly where he was, completely unscathed, the golden flames around his body still blazing fiercely, like a scorching sun hanging high, its radiance even more dazzling than before.

Although his clothes were slightly disheveled from the impact just now, they failed to conceal the overwhelming aura emanating from him. Every inch of his skin glowed with a faint golden sheen, as if he were the incarnation of an Ancient God.

The onlookers were struck dumb at the sight; the entire place fell into dead silence.

Those who had just been guessing that Xu Wendong was scared stupid now had their faces filled with embarrassment and horror. Their mouths hung open, yet no sound came out; in their eyes remained only endless shock and reverence.

In the crowd, a young Cultivator’s legs went weak as he murmured under his breath, ”Th-this... is this really power a human can possess? He actually took such a terrifying attack head-on?”

And those who had originally doubted Xu Wendong’s strength now completely put away their contempt; all that remained in their hearts was a deep, bone-chilling fear of him.

Xuan Lingzi stared at the unscathed Xu Wendong, his expression instantly freezing over, his eyes filled with disbelief.

His hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and the Prison Suppressing Cauldron in his grasp flickered unsteadily with light in response to his emotional turmoil.

As the president of the Cultivator Association, he considered himself to have a profound understanding of the powers of this world, yet the strength Xu Wendong now displayed completely overturned his understanding.

”Th-this... how is this possible?” His voice trembled with a trace of despair, as though questioning a world that no longer made sense to him.

Xu Wendong looked coldly at Xuan Lingzi, the corner of his mouth lifting in a mocking smile. ”Xuan Lingzi, if you’ve got any tricks left, bring them all out!”

”Today is the day you and that rotten Cultivator Association of yours meet your end!” As he spoke, the golden flames around his body suddenly surged.

His aura grew even more overwhelming, as if it were about to swallow the entire heaven and earth.

He suddenly stomped his foot, and the ground instantly cracked apart.

Cracks spread outward like a spiderweb, and the sheer force of it shook the surrounding buildings into collapse, sending up clouds of dust.

”Xu Wendong, do you really think this President only has such petty tricks?” Xuan Lingzi’s chest heaved violently as he let out a hoarse, furious roar.

His voice was like rolling Thunder wrapped in boundless rage and unwillingness, echoing back and forth across the vast battlefield.

The surrounding air seemed to be kneaded violently by an invisible giant hand, buzzing loudly; even the distant mountains seemed shaken by the sound waves, with faint rumbles of falling rocks.

As soon as his voice fell, his withered yet powerful right hand slapped fiercely against the Storage Bag at his waist, the motion as swift as lightning, leaving barely a trace.

When his hand emerged again, there was already a Magical Treasure in his palm, emanating a wild and violent aura.

This Magical Treasure was shaped like a Pagoda, its entire body a deep azure, that blue as profound as an endless ocean, with mysterious Runes flowing across its surface.

The lines of the Runes wound and twisted like ancient codes; each Rune flickered with silver lightning, like countless lively Thunder snakes joyfully yet dangerously swimming within, exuding a chilling aura.

At the very top of the Pagoda, a massive Thunder Pearl was suspended; the bead was crystal-clear yet pulsed with lightning. If one listened closely, one could faintly hear deep, muffled Thunder booming within it.

Every faint rumble carried endless destructive intent, as if recounting the horrific calamities it had once unleashed.

Xuan Lingzi’s hands flew through Hand Seals at high speed, ten fingers dancing nimbly; his lips moved ceaselessly as obscure and hard-to-understand Incantations spilled from between his teeth.

With his movements, that Pagoda-type Magical Treasure roared like an awakened primordial Fierce Beast, emitting an ear-splitting boom.

This sound was far beyond ordinary Thunder; it carried a force that pierced straight into the Soul, like countless bolts exploding madly right beside one’s ears, as if determined to burst one’s eardrums.

The minds of everyone present went blank, leaving only this horrifying roar.

Next, the Thunder Pearl at the top of the Pagoda flared with blinding light, stabbing so sharply into everyone’s eyes that they couldn’t keep them open.

Thick, arm-sized streaks of violet Thunder spewed from the Thunder Pearl one after another, like enraged Thunder Dragons, shooting wildly toward Xu Wendong.

Where these bolts of Thunder passed, space itself seemed to be savagely torn apart by a gigantic sharp blade, leaving behind hideous black cracks.

From within those cracks, strange energy fluctuations faintly seeped out.

”This is...”

Among the onlookers, an elderly man with white hair and broad experience was the first to recognize this Magical Treasure. He cried out in terror, his voice trembling with boundless fear, ”This is the Ancient Thunder Artifact, the Nine Heavens Destruction Tower?”