Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1752 - 1749: Is That All You’ve Got?

"It’s Master Zi Yang!"

In the crowd, a disciple suddenly widened his eyes and exclaimed in awe.

This exclamation was like a rock thrown into a tranquil lake, instantly creating ripples among the disciples of Xuanyin Sect.

Master Zi Yang, a renowned elite in the Xuanyin Sect, his cultivation level had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Late Stage, and the powerful spiritual power surrounding him gave him unparalleled prestige in the sect.

In the hearts of many disciples, he was like an unattainable towering mountain.

At this moment, his appearance was like a dawn, instantly dispelling the fear and gloom in the hearts of the disciples, and they relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief as hope rekindled in their eyes.

Master Zi Yang stood with folded arms, his gaze sharp like a knife, piercing through the night as it landed on Xu Wendong. His cold voice, wrapped in thousand-year frost, echoed through the night sky: "A mere Foundation Establishment ant dares to stir trouble in my Xuanyin Sect, utterly ignorant of heaven and earth!"

His words were full of disdain and contempt for Xu Wendong, as if in his eyes, Xu Wendong was but an insignificant ant to be crushed with a flick of his finger.

Xu Wendong’s expression was calm like water, yet his gaze was as cold as the stars, his lips slightly curled into a sneer: "Nascent Soul Stage? That’s all?"

This brief statement was like a bombshell, stirring waves of shock in everyone’s hearts.

His tone carried no fear or retreat, instead, it was filled with disdain and provocation towards Master Zi Yang.

It was as if he was declaring to the entire Xuanyin Sect that the so-called Nascent Soul Stage experts were mere facades to him.

Upon hearing this, Master Zi Yang’s face turned ashen, like the sky before a storm.

Being a Nascent Soul Late Stage expert, he had been revered and respected throughout the cultivation world, always surrounded by followers. When had he ever been so belittled and humiliated?

Rage surged like a tidal wave, drowning his rationality instantly.

"Since you seek death, I shall grant you your wish!"

Master Zi Yang roared furiously, his voice echoing like a bell, vibrating the surrounding air.

Before his words had even faded, his figure flashed like a phantom, appearing before Xu Wendong with such speed that it was just a blur.

He swung his right hand fiercely, unleashing a violent palm wind filled with tremendous spiritual power, which shot toward Xu Wendong’s throat like a black lightning bolt.

As the palm wind swept through, the air seemed to be torn apart by invisible hands, emitting sharp, ear-piercing shrieks, while the surrounding space trembled as if it might collapse at any moment.

Xu Wendong’s gaze focused, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes, and his body moved like a nimble fish, effortlessly dodging the lethal palm.

He sneered, his voice filled with mockery: "Is that all you’ve got?"

This simple sentence, like a sharp blade, stabbed at Master Zi Yang’s pride yet again.

Master Zi Yang’s face changed drastically, a hint of malicious anger flashing in his eyes.

He knew this person before him was no ordinary opponent, so he dared not hold back any longer.

Quickly, he formed hand seals, his fingers agilely flying, chanting incantations under his breath.

In an instant, a surge of immense spiritual power erupted from within him.

Behind him, a massive spiritual vortex rapidly formed.

Within the vortex, countless spiritual energies seemed to come alive, transforming into sharp blades that gleamed coldly, overwhelming and sweeping toward Xu Wendong.

"Ten Thousand Blades Strangulation!" Master Zi Yang hissed in a deep voice, his eyes filled with murderous frenzy.

This move was his famous technique and one of the Xuanyin Sect’s signature clasps, formidable enough to instill fear in equally ranked experts.

Seeing this, Xu Wendong’s eyes flickered with disdain, his head subtly held high, revealing an innate arrogance in his gaze.

He casually waved his right hand, the movement seeming effortless, yet it was as if he controlled the laws of heaven and earth.

In an instant, an invisible barrier appeared before him, inscribed with mysterious runes, emitting a gentle yet resilient light.

Those spiritual blades, like raindrops, shattered upon impact with the barrier, transforming into scattered starlight, dissipating into the vast night sky as if they had never existed.

"Impossible!" Master Zi Yang’s pupils constricted dramatically, his eyes filled with incredulous shock.

His "Ten Thousand Blades Strangulation," tremendously powerful, even Nascent Soul stage experts had to cautiously deal with it; a slight mistake could lead to severe injury or even death.

Yet this Foundation Establishment cultivator managed to defuse it so effortlessly, how could he possibly accept this?

"My turn." Xu Wendong smiled coldly, his voice devoid of warmth, as if it emanated from Hell.

His figure shot forth like a black lightning bolt, instantly appearing before Master Zi Yang.

He clenched his right hand into a fist, strands of eerie black aura entwining his fist, the aura roiling and surging as if containing boundless destructive power.

"Break!"

Xu Wendong uttered a low exclamation, his voice not loud, yet it carried the grandeur of heaven and earth, a force no one could resist.

His fist, accompanied by unfathomable might, slammed heavily into Master Zi Yang like a whistling cannonball.

Master Zi Yang’s face turned pale as paper, sensing the terrifying power contained in the punch, an unprecedented fear surged within him.

He hurried to raise his hand to defend, rapidly forming hand seals to conjure a spiritual shield in front of him.

However, Xu Wendong’s punch, imbued with world-crushing force, struck through his defenses like an invincible blade and hit his chest heavily.

"Boom!"

A dull thud rang out, like the death knell being struck.

Master Zi Yang’s body flew uncontrollably backward like a kite with a snapped string, drawing a long arc through the air before crashing into the distant mountainside.

The mountainside collapsed instantly, raising a huge cloud of dust and debris as the entire valley trembled from the impact.

The entire scene plunged into deafening silence!

Everyone stood stunned, staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the scene, as if time had frozen at that moment.

Their eyes were wide open, filled with deep fear and disbelief.

Nascent Soul Late Stage experts were the pinnacle of the cultivation world, and yet one had been sent flying by a single punch from a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

"This... how is this possible!"

"Who... who is he exactly?"

"Is he really just a Foundation Establishment cultivator? Why do I feel a world of difference despite being at the same stage?"