Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1605 - 1602: A Fool’s Dream

In the Blood Clan Holy Land, a heavy atmosphere pervaded every corner.

The powerful members of the Blood Clan were not cultivating as usual; instead, they were releasing their Soul Force, piercing through the barriers of space to watch the battle between Xu Wendong and Blood Scale.

An elder’s eyes were full of astonishment. His weathered eyes seemed to be stirring with turbulent waves as he couldn’t help but sigh, "Is this little guy really from the Mortal World?"

"The power he displays is simply unbelievably strong!"

"More than just unbelievable!" A strong elder-level cultivator slowly spoke, his voice slightly trembling, filled with deep shock. "This has completely refreshed my understanding of this world."

"Is he really just a True Immortal Realm cultivator?" Another elder furrowed his brows, speaking full of doubt, "Even if he comes from the Mortal World with extraordinary talents and the ability to defeat stronger opponents, Blood Scale is no ordinary person!"

"Blood Scale is a super expert in the Immortal Monarch Realm, a leader among the younger generation."

"Yet, today, this child and Blood Scale are fighting to a standstill. It’s truly incredible."

A subtle, intriguing light shone on Xue Tu’s face, like a cold star flickering in the deep night sky. He said slowly, "If this Xu Wendong were just an ordinary person, how could he have ventured into the Netherworld Blood Pool?"

"That Netherworld Blood Pool is the foremost of the three forbidden territories on Cuiying Spirit Continent, like a dark abyss filled with death and the unknown, hiding deadly dangers everywhere."

"Yet Xu Wendong not only ventured into it but also broke the seal and came all the way to our Blood Clan."

"The trials and dangers he’s faced along the way, the abilities he’s demonstrated, have already proven he’s no ordinary being, not just any average person."

The words fell, and the few strong members of the Blood Clan present fell into deep silence.

Indeed!

Xu Wendong’s ability to traverse the Netherworld Blood Pool and enter the Blood Clan has already proven his extraordinariness.

"Clan Leader, do you think this Xu Wendong can defeat Blood Scale?" the female elder’s voice echoed like a clear spring in the mountains, her voice laced with uncontrollable curiosity as she fixed her eyes on Xue Tu, eagerly awaiting his answer.

Xue Tu’s eyes were deep as an abyss, as if they could see through the mist of time and space. He pondered for a moment and said, "Xu Wendong’s power is indeed formidable, shining with a striking brilliance."

"But Blood Scale is a top talent among the younger generation of our clan, possessing peak cultivation in the Immortal Monarch Realm."

"With the strength Xu Wendong currently displays, he simply cannot defeat Blood Scale. Unless..."

He paused, a sharp light flashing in his eyes. "He has other tricks we are not yet aware of."

After saying this, he looked towards the battlefield, an expectant glow in his eyes.

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Xu Wendong and Blood Scale clashed fiercely again, each punch and kick like a mountain collapsing or the earth tearing apart, the intense pain crashing through Xu Wendong’s body like a tidal wave.

Blood Scale’s attacks contained a world-destroying force, like a raging sea, ruthlessly striking him as if to crush him.

Luckily, Xu Wendong’s physical body was unlike any other. Another cultivator might have been turned to blood mist with a single punch from Blood Scale.

Yet even though Xu Wendong’s physical body was as tough as a peerless divine weapon, it gradually began showing cracks under Blood Scale’s vast ocean-like power.

Blood flowed from the wounds on his skin, staining his clothes red, but he gritted his teeth and held on, a fiery determination blazing in his eyes.

Blood Scale’s assault grew increasingly fierce, his claws swiped out, and blood-red shadows crisscrossed like the scythes of the Grim Reaper, each stroke seemed to harvest life.

He kicked hard at Xu Wendong’s abdomen.

The next moment.

Xu Wendong felt like he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck, his figure tracing a graceful arc in the air, flying several hundred meters before landing on the ground.

Xu Wendong struggled to rise, but felt as if his body was being scorched by fire, his blood and energy surging, his internal organs feeling as if they had shifted.

But his eyes fixed tightly on Blood Scale, showing no fear.

"Still want to struggle?" Blood Scale sneered, flashing forwards towards Xu Wendong.

With a wave of his hands, countless blood-red Spiritual Power Arrows shot towards Xu Wendong like a torrential rain, extremely fast, tearing through the air with a sharp whistle.

Xu Wendong gritted his teeth through the intense pain, rapidly forming hand seals with his hands, chanting incantations.

A golden shield appeared before him, the Spiritual Power Arrows struck it like raindrops with a loud clatter.

The shield violently trembled, its glow dimming.

With the final wave of Spiritual Power Arrow impacts, the shield shattered, and Xu Wendong was once again sent flying, his body crashing into a large rock, shattering it instantly, burying him halfway in debris.

"Cough, cough!"

Xu Wendong coughed violently, the fresh blood sprayed from his throat scattered in front of him, resembling a blooming otherworldly flower.

Yet there was a bitter smile on his face, the smile carrying a hint of helplessness: "I have to admit, the gap between you and me is like a chasm between heaven and earth."

"To think I could defeat you with physical strength alone is nothing but a fool’s dream."

Blood Scale sneered disdainfully, "Even if you try your hardest, you are not my opponent."

"Not necessarily!" Xu Wendong’s face full of madness, then his tiger body shook.

Instantly, an ancient primordial power, terrifying like a roaring tidal wave, burst forth.

This energy, centered on him, swept outwards madly, sending the fragments that buried him flying in all directions like fragile sheets of paper. Each piece carried a tremendous impact, carving sharp trajectories through the air.

Immediately, he activated the Wood Element Path, brilliant green light flickered over his body, like the vitality of spring rapidly spreading to each of his wounds.

In the blink of an eye, those hideous wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if time had reversed, his skin returning to its smooth original state.

At the same time, the fighting spirit in his eyes burned even more intensely, like flames, as if it could incinerate everything.

He stimulated the vital energy within his body, like boiling hot blood, his momentum like a rainbow.

A dense and almost substantial Blood Sea slowly formed behind him.

This Blood Sea resembled a mysterious and ancient world, in which massive demon beasts as large as mountains roared wantonly, their forms like ancient giants, exuding a terrifying aura.

One could also see dragons soaring through the Blood Sea, their nimble forms whipping up monstrous waves with each swish of their tails, as if to engulf the entire world in this Blood Sea.

Seeing this scene, the strong members of the Blood Clan couldn’t help but gasp, as if caught in a nightmare, a nearly suffocating feeling gripping their hearts tightly.

Even though they were one of the Ancient Immortal Clans, familiar with the power of vital energy, the dense vital energy within Xu Wendong still filled them with shock.

An elder couldn’t help but exclaim, "This... is this the Ancient Sacred Body?"