Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1770 - 1767: Ignorant of Good Intentions

Facing Li Changqing’s roar filled with anger and threat.

Xu Wendong showed no hint of fear.

Instead, he tilted his head back and laughed heartily, his laughter clear and penetrating, reverberating freely in this vast world.

It carried with it endless confidence and arrogance, as if the myriad things of the world were insignificant in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth slightly lifted, drawing an unruly arc, his feet lightly touched the ground like a dragonfly skimming the water.

In an instant, his figure, like a ghost in the night, soared into the sky with incredible speed, steadily hovering in mid-air.

At this moment, the wild wind howled, like the roar of a fierce beast, making his robe flutter soundly.

The True Qi around him surged like a tempestuous tsunami, swirling and howling, with faint golden runes flickering and jumping, as if weaving an invisible yet indestructible net.

Each rune emitted a mysterious and powerful aura.

Witnessing this scene, the surrounding onlookers gasped in shock, their eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

They could hardly imagine how this young man, seemingly ordinary with only a Foundation Establishment Cultivation Level, could display the divine ability of flying in the air.

In the Cultivation World, the ability to fly is a hallmark of Nascent Soul Stage Experts.

This signifies an extreme mastery over Heaven and Earth Spiritual Power, yet Xu Wendong shattered their perceptions.

"Since you refuse to recognize the truth, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

"Today, I shall uproot this so-called lofty Cultivator Association!"

Xu Wendong’s eyes slightly narrowed, a chill gleaming within them, his low shout resonating like a great bell, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

His right hand swiftly grasped at the void, instantly summoning a flying sword, crystalline and translucent, emitting a cold and chilling light, into his palm.

The sword was long and delicate, with runes gliding over its surface, emitting a low humming sound.

It was like a fierce beast long-starved, impatiently yearning to drink the enemy’s blood, each humming seemed to herald the imminent slaughter.

Xu Wendong’s bold words were like a mighty bomb, stirring waves of shock among the crowd.

The people whispered among themselves, their faces full of awe and disbelief.

His previous claim to take Shangguan Hong’s head had already bewildered them.

Who would have thought that he would now boast about completely annihilating the Cultivator Association, such audacity was unheard of.

Li Changqing’s face instantly darkened, like a stormy sky before the tempest, turning black as if about to drip water.

Bloodlined eyes glaring like an enraged fierce beast, he swung his hand vigorously as if to tear the space apart.

Six elders at the Emergence Stage behind him understood, decisiveness flickering in their gazes.

In the next moment, they dispersed into a hexagram formation.

Spiritual Power intertwined around them, the shimmering lights forming an impregnable barrier.

Runes flowed upon the barrier, their glow circulating like a shield with mysterious force, firmly protecting them within.

Li Changqing swiftly performed hand seals, fingers flipping like agile butterflies, chanting incantations.

The obscure incantations carried endless power within each syllable.

Instantly.

The ground shook violently, spider-web-like cracks swiftly spreading, countless vines bursting out.

These vines, as thick as pythons, with coarse and sharp barbed surfaces, rushed ferociously towards Xu Wendong.

Wherever they passed, the ground was carved with deep ravines, the air filled with the earthy stench.

"No one dares to challenge the authority of the Cultivator Association, from ancient times to the present, no exceptions!"

"Today, I will sever your head and let you understand the fate of opposing the Cultivator Association, which is complete annihilation!"

Li Changqing’s eyes widened angrily, voice like thunder, brimming with real power, causing the ears of those nearby to ache.

Xu Wendong’s eyes sharpened, a chilling gleam revealed, like a blade in the cold night, as his flying sword danced like a stream of light.

The sword’s shadow flickered, Sword Qi slashed at the vines like sharp blades, cleaving through the air with a piercing wind noise, as if the space couldn’t withstand this immense force.

The constant "swoosh" sound echoed, vines severed, turning into scattered debris on the ground, the air filled with the bloody scent of plant sap.

But Li Changqing did not stop there.

He took a deep breath, his chest swelling high, then shouted fiercely, pushing forth a torrential flow of True Qi.

This flow surged like a raging river, rushing towards Xu Wendong with an overwhelming force.

Wherever it passed.

The space rippled, seemingly twisted by this power, nearby trees uprooted, dust and stones flew, a scene of chaos.

Xu Wendong remained calm, his demeanor stern, eyes reflecting slight disdain.

He swiftly slashed his sword forward, the movement crisp and strong, as if merging with the heavens and earth.

In an instant.

Terrorizing Sword Qi tore through the void, emitting a sharp wind noise.

Like a lightning bolt across the night sky, it precisely shattered Li Changqing’s attack.

Then, like a swift rainbow, it roared towards Li Changqing, moving so swiftly that it was hard for people to follow with their eyes.

Li Changqing’s face suddenly turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief; he never imagined that Xu Wendong’s seemingly casual sword strike would harbor such terrifying power.

He couldn’t afford to think further, hurriedly mobilizing all his True Qi to form a crystalline shield in front of him.

Runes flickered on the shield, emanating a strong defensive aura.

Just at this moment.

The Sword Qi released by Xu Wendong heavily struck Li Changqing’s shield.

Accompanied by a deafening boom, Li Changqing was blown away like a severed kite, flying dozens of meters away.

His face was as pale as wax, utterly bloodless, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his gaze revealing a hint of solemnity and fear.

The shield before him trembled violently, cracks spread across it, light flickering among the cracks, seemingly about to shatter anytime.

The six elders, seeing this, were shocked, hurriedly responding, unleashing various spells and magical treasures like raindrops towards Xu Wendong.

For a moment, lights twisted in the sky, fireballs whizzed past with scorching heat, distorting the air.

Ice Blades shot like arrows, emanating bone-chilling cold.

Various magical treasures glimmered with peculiar lights, releasing powerful energy waves.

Xu Wendong moved deftly, maneuvering through gaps of spells and treasures, his flying sword continuously brandishing, raising gleams of cold light to intercept incoming attacks.

Sword clashed with spells and treasures, sounding like "ding ding dang dang".

Sparks flew, illuminating the chaotic battlefield.

He seized an opening, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, suddenly stabbing towards one of the elders.

The elder’s face changed drastically, wanting to dodge but it was too late, hurriedly raising his arm to block.

With a "puff" sound, the flying sword pierced the elder’s arm, blood splattering like a blooming blood flower.

The elder screamed miserably, his voice piercing, staggering backward, a look of pain on his face.

Seeing his comrade injured, Li Changqing was furious, secretly plotting in his heart: "This Xu Wendong indeed is troublesome, ordinary means may not suffice, I must use that trump magical treasure..."