Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1715 - 1712: Arrival of the Strong

The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable could not evade in time, and his figure awkwardly dashed to the side.

Yet the sharp longsword still ghosted past his shoulder like a specter.

In an instant, flesh rolled back, and blood spurted out like a fountain, tracing a dazzling arc of blood in the air.

"Ah!"

The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable was like an injured tyrannosaur, his anger reaching its peak, eyes wide with fury, instantly filled with blood, completely red.

Ignoring the severity of his injury, like a mad gambler, he staked everything, his hands suddenly reached out like iron clamps, fiercely grasping Xu Wendong’s stabbing longsword.

The sharp blade instantly sliced his palm, blood gushing out, trickling along the sword’s body.

Yet he seemed to have lost his sense of pain, blinded by hatred, his face twisted with endless rage.

With his last ounce of strength, as if to vent all his grievances and reluctance, he fiercely swung it.

Attempting to use this force to fling Xu Wendong away like a worn-out sack, letting him crash harshly onto the ground to quench his hatred.

Xu Wendong had been prepared, leveraging in the air to elegantly somersault, his clothes fluttering like a returning swallow, landing steadily, posture as firm and unyielding as a pine tree, showing no sign of panic.

At this moment, the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable was at his last gasp, his figure swaying incessantly, like a lone candle in a storm that could extinguish at any moment.

He stood unsteadily, his legs trembling like sieves, and his once detached nascent soul now grew more illusory, like morning mist about to disperse into the heavens and earth.

Yet even so, the hatred and murderous intent in his eyes burned fiercely like raging flames, showing no signs of diminishing, as if determined to perish together with Xu Wendong, his gaze like two supreme blades, capable of piercing through the heart, sending chills down one’s spine.

Seeing this, Xu Wendong horizontally raised his longsword, as if erecting a barrier of life and death, its icy shimmer prepared to deliver the final strike to the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable.

Just at this critical moment.

Suddenly, a mysterious light in the sky, like an aurora tearing through the firmament, carrying an earth-shattering momentum, instantaneously lit up the entire night sky.

Following this.

A melodious immortal music came forth, as if heavenly sounds descended, its lingering tones seemed to carry a soul-purifying magic, leaving everyone momentarily dumbfounded.

The originally tense and battleground-like atmosphere seemed paused by an invisible hand.

For a moment.

Everyone’s gaze unanimously drawn upward, as if pulled by silk threads, directed towards the sky.

Only to see, above the clouds, a mysterious figure clad in a black robe slowly emerging.

The figure, tall and upright, like a majestic pine overlooking the ages.

Emitting a terrifying aura capable of crushing the firmament and intimidating the Nine Netherworlds.

That aura, like tangible, invisible shackles, pressed down heavily, making all present feel a stifled breath, as if their chests were struck by a colossal stone, suffocating them.

The black robe flapping noisily, each swish carrying the might of heaven and earth, as if rewriting the world’s rules.

The golden threads embroidered on it, like the lively ancient spirit snakes, weaving intricate and mysterious patterns.

Those patterns, seemingly hiding the mysteries of the cosmos, like volumes of an unwritten heavenly book, exuding an intimidating depth and sophistication.

The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s previously dim eyes suddenly widened.

As if seeing the last glimmer of hope in a desperate situation, like a drowning person grasping a lifeline, a surge of ecstasy on his face, resembling a frantic believer witnessing their deity.

Ignoring his serious injuries, as if injected with a sinister power, he staggered a few steps forward, footsteps chaotic, and knelt with a thump towards the mysterious figure.

His voice trembling and urgent, he pleaded, "Senior, you have finally arrived! I implore you to slay this villain and avenge our Blood Sect!"

Having said that, as if possessed, he knocked his head repeatedly, producing dull thuds against the ground.

Soon, blood seeped out, staining the ground red.

In that moment, he was like a pathetic stray dog wagging its tail in supplication, completely devoid of his former arrogance and dominion, as if his backbone had been removed.

The mysterious figure, his gaze cold and stern, like a deity presiding over the heavens, sovereign of heaven and earth.

His eyes swept back and forth between the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable and Xu Wendong, as if scrutinizing an ant’s skirmish.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice seemed to emanate from the deepest part of the Nine Nether Hell.

Cold and penetrating, each word carried infinite pressure, causing the listener’s soul to shudder: "Hmph, can’t even handle a Foundation Establishment Stage brat, has your cultivation all gone to the dogs?"

Despite the scolding, the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable, as if hearing celestial music, eagerly replied, "You’re right, Senior, I’ve failed your expectations, I hope you’ll lend a helping hand for old times’ sake."

The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s success today was certainly not solely his own achievement, in the unpredictable cultivation world, without a powerful backing, how could he have survived amidst so many crises until now?

This backing, like his shadow, though hidden usually, could become his lifesaver at critical moments.

Zhang Nian and the loose cultivators in Qingyuan City were equally terrified, like startled birds, unconsciously huddling together like fledglings seeking warmth.

The magical treasures in their hands flickered uncertainly, resembling their anxious hearts, the flashing lights seemed to articulate their inner fears.

Zhang Nian’s pretty face turned pale, her pearly teeth biting her lip, like a delicate flower struck by frost.

She quietly approached Xu Wendong, whispering, "Master, this person appears extremely troublesome, what should we do?"

Xu Wendong’s lips curled into a cryptic smile, as if a sage discerning everything, he softly said, "So you’ve finally appeared!"

He slightly raised his head, his gaze penetrating the clouds, looking into the endless sky, "I guessed earlier that there was definitely someone supporting the Blood Sect from the shadows, otherwise, how could they have escaped the Cultivator Association’s encirclement? Now, it seems I was right!"

Saying this, he paused, a hint of barely detectable contempt flashed in his eyes, "It’s just that I didn’t expect you’d only have an Emergence Stage cultivation level, quite disappointing indeed!"

With Xu Wendong’s strength, if exerting his full power, he could easily kill the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable with one strike.

The reason he hadn’t done so and fought several rounds with him was to lure out the support behind the opponent.

Like a grand chessmaster orchestrating plans for the world, every step filled with hidden meanings, all to draw this large fish out of the water.

Now that the large fish has finally surfaced, an even more thrilling contest is about to unfold...