Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1735 - 1732: Burn the Boats

Shangguan Hong stood to the side, as if struck by lightning, his pupils trembling violently, his heart surging with tumultuous waves that refused to calm.

Not to mention those ordinary people who had never seen someone as physically formidable as Xu Wendong.

Even he, an experienced veteran in the Cultivation World, felt like he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

No!

Not only had he never seen such a person, but he had never even heard of someone so defying of heaven’s will!

After a brief moment of distraction.

A burning light flashed in Shangguan Hong’s eyes, as if a hungry wolf had spotted a delicious prey.

"If I am not mistaken, this guy should have a rare Spiritual Treasure on him, which allows his body to be comparable to a Superior Grade Spiritual Weapon!"

At this thought, Shangguan Hong’s heart felt as if it had been bewitched by a demon’s whisper, greed growing wildly like wild grass, rapidly spreading throughout his body.

As the battle continued.

Xu Wendong became even more familiar with the attack rhythm of those Flying Swords, a look of decisiveness flashing in his eyes.

When a group of Flying Swords stabbed toward him simultaneously, he advanced instead of retreating, charging into the eye of the storm, his hands dancing swiftly as if weaving an invisible net.

True Qi gathered in his palms, forming two high-speed rotating vortices, generating a powerful suction force.

Those Flying Swords seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, out of their controllers’ control, as if struck by Evil Arts, flying toward Xu Wendong’s palms.

The controllers were in shock, terror in their eyes, as if the end of the world had come, desperately struggling to regain control of the Flying Swords, but it felt like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Only to see Xu Wendong’s hands suddenly come together, as if clasping heaven and earth, controlling the fate of all things.

With a few crisp "crack" sounds, those mighty Flying Swords that instilled fear in the crowd were broken by his bare hands, tumbling to the ground as a pile of scrap iron.

The Lifebound Flying Swords destroyed, those Golden Core Stage Peak experts spat blood and were blown away, their faces as pale as could be.

After all, those Flying Swords had long been fused with their souls, and now that the swords were destroyed, their souls also suffered severe damage.

Though still alive, they were worse off than dead!

In an instant.

The scene turned deathly silent, with a silence where even the drop of a pin could be heard.

Time seemed to have stopped flowing.

Everyone’s eyes widened in horror, as though they had seen a ghost, making their scalp tingle and their bodies shiver.

Shangguan Hong’s face turned as white as paper, his caution turning into deep fear, as if facing an undefeatable God Demon.

He could never have imagined.

That Xu Wendong had such heaven-defying means, able to destroy the Lifebound Flying Swords of several Golden Core Stage Peak experts with his Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivation Level.

This had gone beyond the limits of his understanding, even if he suspected Xu Wendong possessed a powerful Spiritual Treasure.

But such a thing was too shocking to believe!

Amidst this deathly silent atmosphere resembling the Nine Netherworld, Shangguan Hong seemed to suddenly wake from a nightmare, first coming back to his senses.

In an instant.

The fear in the depths of his eyes seemed swept away by an evil wind, replaced by the greed and desperation of a starving wolf pouncing on prey.

He clearly understood that if Xu Wendong were to escape today unharmed.

In the days to come, this ticking time bomb would surely shatter his peaceful life, leaving endless troubles.

Moreover.

The mysterious object that seemed like a Spiritual Treasure hidden on Xu Wendong’s person was like an invisible demon’s hand coming from the dark Abyss, gripping his heart tightly with an itch he couldn’t scratch, making him unable to stop.

Without further hesitation, Shangguan Hong let out a long roar to the sky, his voice shaking the clouds.

Immediately thereafter.

His hands danced like a butterfly among flowers, forming numerous mysterious and complex hand seals, muttering incantations that sounded like ancient mysterious summons, obscure yet filled with power.

In an instant.

A dazzling light, as if it could tear the firmament, shot skyward from his storage treasure.

Wherever the light reached, space seemed to be singed with cracks, sizzling in the air.

As the light slowly faded, a Magical Treasure in the form of a Bronze Bowl floated into view, suspended in mid-air.

The Bronze Bowl exuded an ancient and mysterious aura, as if baptized by the vicissitudes of countless ages, leaving behind endless worn traces.

The bowl’s surface was densely engraved with extremely intricate runes.

Those runes seemed to be infused with life, winding and moving like ancient serpents, flickering and emitting a chilling aura of oppression.

With sharp eyes, Shangguan Hong stared intently at the Bronze Bowl, a glint of icy determination that could freeze heaven and earth flashing in his gaze.

With his long, withered finger, he lightly tapped, as though triggering some mysterious switch.

In an instant, the Bronze Bowl seemed summoned by an ancient Demon God, expanding several times over at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

Like a cloud rising from the Nine Netherworlds, it blotted out the sky and covered the sun, shrouded in endless darkness and oppressive force, descending upon Xu Wendong’s head.

In the blink of an eye, it ghostly arrived above Xu Wendong, enveloping him completely.

At the same time.

Inside the Bronze Bowl, it seemed as if a gateway to the endless void had opened, releasing a terrifying pulling force.

Like a bottomless black hole, it exuded a despairing aura, vowing to suck Xu Wendong into it, casting him into eternal darkness and the Abyss.

Xu Wendong felt a force akin to Mount Tai collapsing and the Azure Sea pouring in, rushing towards him, the air around him seemingly drained in an instant, forming an invisible prison that left him feeling like he was mired in a swamp, unable to move.

In the depths of his eyes, a brilliant star seemed to flash by, a glint of determination surfaced.

Taking a deep breath, as if swallowing nature’s spiritual energy, the True Qi within him surged like ignited volcanic magma, roaring furiously, attempting to break free from the pull that seemed from Hell.

Then, his feet as if rooted deep into the ground, he pushed with a force akin to the rage of the Thunder God, capable of shattering the skies, causing the surrounding air to hum like turbulent waves.

In this critical moment of life and death, he clasped his hands as though seizing heaven and earth, quickly forming fists, and punched towards the Bronze Bowl with great force.

The gust of the punch howled past, like an unparalleled blade capable of ripping time and space and smashing stars, carrying his indomitable will, fiercely contending with the pull of the Bronze Bowl.

However, the Bronze Bowl under Shangguan Hong’s control was evidently an extraordinary, seemingly sentient Magical Treasure.

It appeared to have a consciousness of its own, keenly sensing Xu Wendong’s fierce struggle.

In an instant.

The pull seemed infused with a violent magic power, growing stronger, the runes on the bowl’s surface aglow like the eyes of an infuriated Demon God, pouring all its power, determined to completely devour Xu Wendong, leaving no trace.

Despite Xu Wendong’s all-out effort to resist, the pull akin to a demon’s hand from the Nine Nether Hell clawed at him relentlessly.

Gradually, his body was lifted uncontrollably, like a drifting leaf, floating toward that endless dark Abyss inside the Bronze Bowl...