Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1697 - 1694: Stunning Counterattack

Before Zhang Nian could react.

Another disciple attacked from the flank, the soft whip in hand slithering like a nimble viper, weaving through the air with a chilling gleam, aiming straight for Zhang Nian’s throat.

Zhang Nian’s beautiful eyes widened in terror as she sidestepped, nearly tumbling to the ground.

At the same moment, her panicked toes lightly tapped, and an Ice Blade erupted from beneath like a sharp sword, only to miss its mark due to her instability, merely grazing the disciple’s lower abdomen, scaring him into retreating a few steps, before he rushed back with anger written all over his face.

Seeing that single combat could not easily subdue this seemingly frail girl, they exchanged a glance and immediately started deploying a joint attack tactic.

For a moment.

Their spiritual power interwove, forming a colorful yet deadly vortex in the air, as if it wanted to completely swallow Zhang Nian.

Zhang Nian’s face turned pale, gazing at the seemingly world-ending spiritual vortex, her breath quickening.

Yet she did not give in easily, her trembling hands moved swiftly, her ten fingers like disordered Willow Branches in the wind, yet carrying a stubborn strength.

The power of the Chaos Cold Ice Body within her seemed awakened by the life and death crisis, slowly surging.

As the spiritual power gathered, an Ice Qilin slowly took shape in front of her.

The Ice Qilin emitted a deep blue and profound glow, as if formed by compressing the endless cold night, shimmering with tiny ice shards, like star fragments, mysterious and captivating.

It stood graceful, where its four hooves touched, frost rapidly spread, quickly forming a layer of crystal-clear ice on the ground.

Its head held high, the single horn sharp as a blade, seemingly able to pierce the sky, its ice-blue eyes like a cold abyss, filled with stern determination, staring at the formidable enemy ahead.

Its mane distinct, each strand composed of dense hard ice, rustling in the wind, seemingly heralding the battle.

With each breath, heavy cold air was expelled from its nostrils, like white mist, instantly freezing the surrounding air with a sizzling sound, causing the temperature to plummet, as if plunged into winter from midsummer.

With a roar it let loose to the sky, the sound waves reverberated, with the moisture in the air rapidly condensing, turning into specks of ice falling down, resembling a fine ice rain, adding a degree of majestic momentum to it.

The Ice Qilin roared at the sky, exuding piercing coldness, and charged fiercely towards the spiritual vortex.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, like the sky falling and the earth cracking, the powerful impact force sent everyone retreating, the ground being smashed into a large pit, dust flying.

Zhang Nian was also thrown to the ground by the recoil, blood oozing from her lips, her hair disheveled over her shoulders.

However, the light in her eyes only grew more resolute.

She struggled to her feet, pressing her hands together, then separating them vigorously, an ice-blue light curtain pouring out from her hands, quickly enveloping everyone.

Where the light curtain reached, the temperature dropped sharply, rendering everyone’s actions akin to being mired in quagmire, slowing them immensely.

Zhang Nian herself was not spared, maintaining the light curtain made her spiritual power drain rapidly, her legs trembling ever more severely.

Amidst their desperate struggle, Zhang Nian’s gaze turned cold, her hands swiftly forming Hand Seals, chanting incantations.

Suddenly.

Countless ice spikes shot from the ground and the air, coming from all directions towards them, the speed making them unavoidable.

But this time, the power of the ice spikes was noticeably weaker, with many easily blocked by their spiritual power.

"Ah!"

Several screams sounded in succession, some disciples still had several places on their bodies pierced by the ice spikes, blood gushing forth, staining their robes red.

They looked terrified, wanting to escape, but found their legs frozen to the ground, unable to move.

Zhang Nian, at this point, had also exhausted most of her spiritual power, her figure teetering, only able to remain standing through sheer determination.

Xu Wendong stood aside, brow slightly furrowed, a flicker of concern in his eyes.

However.

He did not help Zhang Nian.

He knew this was the path of growth Zhang Nian needed to undergo.

After a brief moment of respite, the disciples of Master Wudao, furious and ashamed, despite their injuries, regrouped their strength for a more intense attack.

Zhang Nian, facing the surging assault, gritted her teeth, mobilizing every trace of residual Cold Ice Energy within her.

On the brink of life and death, a miracle quietly unfolded.

As she resisted with all her might, the Chaos Cold Ice Body within her seemed to adapt to the high-intensity battle, beginning to autonomously absorb surrounding spiritual power to replenish itself.

She also gained a lot from this battle, with her combat experience gradually enriching greatly.

Her gaze grew clearer, her execution of Ice Magic becoming increasingly fluid, with Ice Blades, Ice Shields, and ice spikes becoming increasingly powerful.

After another round of fierce confrontation, Zhang Nian not only steadily intercepted the opponent’s attacks but also found opportunities to counterattack.

Her form agile like a phantom, weaving through the enemy formation, performing Ice Magic at will, catching everyone off guard.

Finally, Zhang Nian raised both hands high, gathering all her spiritual power to form a towering Ice Qilin, glowing with runes, exuding terrifyingly cold energy that chilled the soul.

"Go!"

Zhang Nian pointed with a jade hand, and the Ice Qilin, seemingly imbued with life, roared toward the battered enemies.

The disciples, wide-eyed in terror, seemed nailed to the ground, wanting to dodge but already too late.

With a muffled "puff," the Ice Qilin crashed into their midst, the immense impact sending them flying like broken kites, crashing heavily to the ground, their fates unknown.

For a moment, the scene was deathly silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Besides Zhang Nian’s slight panting, there was no other sound.

All eyes were wide and fixed on Zhang Nian, as if watching a Demon God emerge from the Nine Nether Hell, filled with shock and disbelief.

If not experienced firsthand, who would believe that such a powerful group of Golden Core Stage Peak cultivators could be rendered helpless by a girl at the Golden Core Stage Initial?

Xu Wendong’s previously tense face slowly relaxed, a slight smile tugging at his lips, eyes full of relief.

Initially thinking that with Zhang Nian’s shallow experience and limited combat skills, she would surely be overmatched.

Yet, reality turned out to be a spectacular reversal.

Zhang Nian’s performance in this perilous situation greatly exceeded his expectations.

The powerful force contained within the Chaos Cold Ice Body was indeed noteworthy, but what surprised Xu Wendong the most was Zhang Nian’s remarkable growth in these intense clashes, like a Phoenix reborn, rapidly maturing.

At this moment.

Master Wudao sighed helplessly: "It seems I must intervene after all!"