Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1718 - 1715: Today Is the Day You Die

The mysterious figure was deeply wounded, and the shameful rage in his heart burned like a raging Karmic Fire, instantly consuming his rationality.

He flew into a wrathful fury, shouting to the heavens with a roar that seemed capable of shattering the firmament, startling nearby birds into flightless falls and making the beasts in the forest tremble and frantically flee.

"If I don’t grind your bones to dust today, I vow not to be human!"

The mysterious figure roared, his hands swiftly dancing in the air, conjuring complex Dharma Seals in succession, each seemingly containing the mysteries of creation.

As the seals were formed, the space before him appeared to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand.

A piercing red light erupted forth from within.

Immediately following, a blood-red spear, seemingly soaked in endless blood, slowly emerged.

As soon as the Red Tassel Spear appeared, it exuded a monstrous evil qi capable of slaughtering gods.

On the spear shaft, the runes, like agile flood dragons, twisted and turned, flickering with eerie light as if narrating its countless blood-soaked slaughters.

Hongying danced with the wind like a blazing flame, crackling fiercely.

Every swing distorted the void endlessly!

Xu Wendong squinted slightly, a hint of solemnity and excitement revealed in his eyes.

He knew that this Red Tassel Spear must be the mysterious figure’s ultimate Magical Treasure, and the ensuing battle would be a true life-and-death struggle.

He stomped the ground fiercely, and with himself as the center, a massive Spiritual Power Formation instantly appeared underfoot.

The runes within the formation surged like living creatures, emanating an indestructible aura, continuously supplying him with vast spiritual power.

"Well received!"

Xu Wendong shouted boldly, like a booming bell, with waves of sound reverberating, shaking even the surrounding peaks into subtle tremors.

His figure flickered, ghostly and elusive, proactively charging toward the mysterious figure, while the two Thunder Balls in his hands buzzed fiercely like two raging stars, ready at any moment to deliver a fatal strike to the enemy.

The two closed the distance swiftly, the mysterious figure tightly gripping the Red Tassel Spear, the spear tip quivering like a snake’s tongue, swiftly thrusting toward Xu Wendong’s throat.

His speed reached the extreme, igniting the air in its path with visible heatwaves.

Xu Wendong sidestepped, ghostlike, easily evading the fierce strike.

Simultaneously, his right fist wrapped around a Thunder Ball, hammered toward the mysterious figure’s side, the fist wind howling, as if capable of sweeping away thick clouds.

The mysterious figure reacted swiftly, horizontally swinging the Red Tassel Spear, its shaft like a steel wall, blocking Xu Wendong’s punch.

"Boom!" A thunderous sound akin to Thunder God beating a drum reverberated, causing ripples of impact in the space surrounding them.

The collision’s shockwave made the ground beneath them crack like fragile thin ice, sending soil and stones splattering as if during a stone rain.

Immediately thereafter.

The Red Tassel Spear in the mysterious figure’s hands activated like an awakened peerless weapon, frantically dancing.

In an instant.

The spear shadows filled the sky like a blood-colored thicket, enveloping Xu Wendong layer by layer.

Each shadow seemed tangible, with edges that could tear anything apart, thrusting toward Xu Wendong’s vital points, dazzling and indefensible.

Xu Wendong moved gracefully like a butterfly, weaving effortlessly between the spear shadows.

The Thunder Balls in his hands occasionally bombarded the densest parts of the spear shadows, each collision like a firework explosion, with dazzling brilliance dispersing the surrounding darkness with accompanying deafening roars.

Zhang Nian and others watched, stunned, seemingly petrified.

Their heartbeats raced uncontrollably like pounding drumbeats, fiercely palpitating, eyes filled with awe and reverence for the epic battle unfolding before them.

The loose cultivators of Qingyuan City dared not make a sound, as if under an immobilization spell, staring fixedly at the battleground, their Magical Treasures flickering while trembling slightly due to their owners’ tension.

They knew full well that any slight disturbance at this moment could potentially lead to fatal consequences.

Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable at this moment sat paralyzed, like a soulless zombie, with vacant eyes, as if already foreseeing his tragic fate.

The fear in his heart expanded like an abyss, making his body feel as though plunged into an icy pit, bone-chillingly cold.

He couldn’t believe that the lifeline he thought he’d found was so vulnerable before Xu Wendong.

The mysterious figure’s prolonged battle without success drove him increasingly insane.

He fiercely raised the Red Tassel Spear high, its tip pointed toward the firmament, muttering under his breath as if communicating with celestial gods, seeking an even greater power.

In an instant.

The sky seemed stirred by an invisible hand, with swirling winds and clouds, ink-like dark clouds rapidly gathering and layering, blanketing the entire sky as if night had fallen.

Amid the flashes and thunderclaps.

Buckets-thick purple lightning shot forth like flood dragons emerging from the sea, converging toward the Red Tassel Spear, swiftly absorbed by its shaft.

In that moment.

The Red Tassel Spear shone brightly, transforming into a mighty pillar connecting heaven and earth, exuding a daunting pressure.

The power it contained was enough to obliterate towering mountains in an instant, like the judgment light of an apocalypse.

Xu Wendong felt the annihilating power rushing toward him, his expression grave, yet unyielding in spirit.

He took a deep breath, his vast True Qi coursed wildly like tides within him, rapidly gathering in his arms.

He slowly raised both hands, palms facing each other.

The two Thunder Balls seemed drawn by a mysterious force, gradually merging into one, transforming into a larger Super Thunderball brimming with cosmic-origin power, suspended between his hands, buzzing ominously with suffocating pressure.

"Today marks your demise!"

Xu Wendong and the mysterious figure shouted almost simultaneously, like two destined enemies, engaging in this ultimate confrontation concerning survival under the heavens.

Immediately, Xu Wendong fiercely pushed both hands forward, the Super Thunderball streaking toward the mysterious figure and his Red Tassel Spear like a meteor leaving its orbit.

Where it passed, space twisted violently, giving a sense of imminent obliteration.

The mysterious figure, undeterred, gripping the Red Tassel Spear tightly as if holding the world’s lifeline, exerted all his might, thrusting toward the Super Thunderball.

Where the spear tip pointed, it seemed capable of piercing the firmament and reaching Nine Nether Hell.

In that instant, the Red Tassel Spear and the Super Thunderball collided thunderously, like two ancient stars clashing fiercely, exploding with an ear-splitting sound reminiscent of the cosmic blast!

The glaring light briefly illuminated the entire battlefield, blindingly dazzling, as if gazing directly at the sun.

The light’s reach upheaved the ground in waves of dirt and stone, making mountains crumble like tofu residue, leaving the battlefield akin to a purgatory.

Everything around seemed destroyed by this fierce power, turned into ruins, while Xu Wendong and the mysterious figure amidst the bright light and rubble, their silhouettes blurred like phantoms, with survival uncertain...