Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1504: 1504: A Great Bell for You

Once again, all eyes were fixed upon Ye Xuan. What was reflected in them now was more than just shock; it was profound fear.

A fear that pierced the very soul!

The hundreds of elite warriors from the Wang Family appeared utterly defenseless before him. If it were any of them in that situation, wouldn't they have met an untimely demise without even understanding why?

For a significant moment, a heavy silence descended as no one dared to utter a sound, terrified that Ye Xuan's formidable wrath might be turned upon them.

Even Wang Shaoyang, observing Ye Xuan's imposing presence, took a considerable amount of time to regain his composure.

He had always been aware of Ye Xuan's strength. This understanding was particularly solidified after their last conflict, making him acutely aware of the sheer terror Ye Xuan could inspire.

However, witnessing it unfold again before his very eyes left him momentarily astonished.

This was the pinnacle of the Wang Family's martial prowess, a hundred of their finest and most powerful fighters, yet even this formidable assembly seemed utterly inconsequential when standing against Ye Xuan.

From start to finish, it was an unmitigated disaster, a truly complete and utter rout!

A sudden, icy chill permeated Wang Shaoyang's heart.

Quickly pulling himself together, Wang Shaoyang's expression contorted in alarm.

It was because he noticed Ye Xuan's gaze shifting towards him, accompanied by a chilling, sardonic smile.

“Wang Shaoyang, you’ve bestowed upon me quite a few gifts recently. Today, it is only fitting that I reciprocate the gesture.”

Even before the words fully left his lips, Ye Xuan launched another decisive strike.

Bang!

A deep, guttural roar emanated from the cardboard container, as if a ferocious beast were stirring within. The massive object then surged upwards, hurtling directly towards Wang Shaoyang.

Wang Shaoyang was struck with immediate shock.

“Protect the Young Master!”

The men clad in black, positioned protectively around Wang Shaoyang, reacted with commendable speed. Some shouted the command, and in an instant, all of them surged forward, forming a shield to intercept the airborne container.

Boom boom boom!

Upon impact, several of the black-clad men were violently flung backward as if their strings had been severed, spewing blood and leaving their fates uncertain.

The cardboard container finally splintered, revealing the immense weight of the bronze bell concealed within.

Bam!

With unerring accuracy, the bell descended, landing precisely in front of Wang Shaoyang, a mere half-meter away. He had narrowly avoided being crushed by its descent.

The entire assembly was rendered speechless, stunned into immobility.

All gazes were transfixed upon the bronze bell, which stood as tall as a man. They could not snap out of their stupor, their souls deeply unsettled by the spectacle.

After a prolonged period of silence.

Eventually, a rash noble broke the tension, his voice trembling, “Deliver… deliver a bell? Ye Xuan actually sent a bell to Young Master Wang?”

The unspoken implication hung heavy in the air: delivering a bell was synonymous with delivering funeral rites!

Wang Shaoyang's face twisted in a mask of anguish.

He stared, helpless, at the colossal bronze bell, his features contorted with rage, struggling for breath.

This was the closest he had ever come to death, an unprecedented experience in his entire life!

It was only then that Wang Shaoyang truly understood that ever since Ye Xuan's arrival in Yanzi City, he had been meticulously planning this very moment.

This was not merely an act of retribution; it was a profound display of power and deliberate humiliation!

Amidst the deadening quiet.

Ye Xuan's voice, though calm, resonated with unwavering authority: “Wang Shaoyang, the bell I present to you today, you absolutely must accept!”

His declaration carried an unmistakable implication, understood by every single person present.

The message was clear: today, Wang Shaoyang was doomed to perish!

Instantly, an overwhelming killing aura surged outward!

A terrifying wave of lethal intent swept through every nook and cranny, as if ensnaring everyone, causing their bodies to stiffen and rendering them immobile.

Simultaneously, the oppressive atmosphere was almost suffocating, squeezing the very air from their lungs.

It felt as though, at that precise moment, anyone who dared to break the profound silence would instantly become the next target, meeting the same fate.

This was undeniably a potent deterrent, but more than that, it demonstrated Ye Xuan's absolute dominance over the entire situation, radiating from his aura.

Every individual present hailed from distinguished lineages, each possessing their own accomplishments; before this moment, none of them could have ever conceived that another person could exert such overwhelming suppression upon them.

What was truly disconcerting was that Ye Xuan, in terms of age, was likely younger than the majority of them!

This was particularly true for Wang Shaoyang.

Gazing at the awe-inspiring bronze bell, and hearing Ye Xuan's death-dealing words reverberate through the hall, his face flushed crimson with fury. His heart pounded violently, and he felt as though he would vomit blood right there on the spot.

Humiliation, an unbearable, immense humiliation!

Wang Shaoyang clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his forehead bulging. After a prolonged moment of grinding his teeth, he urgently projected his voice, “Young Master Zhao Zheng, are you truly not going to intervene?”

“Young Master Zhao Zheng?”

The utterance of these words caused a palpable shift in the expressions of many observers.

Could this be referring to Zhao Zheng of the esteemed Martial Arts Zhao Family?

At the engagement banquet today, Wang Shaoyang had actually extended an invitation to someone from the Zhao Family?

That Zhao Zheng, reputedly an exceptionally gifted martial artist within the broader martial arts community, was known for his youthful prowess and extraordinary skill, having already vanquished countless martial arts practitioners!

Even Li Xiyuan's countenance altered subtly upon hearing the name.

“To eliminate Ye Xuan, it seems the Wang Family has truly invested considerable resources this time.”

Li Xiyuan let out a slight, knowing smirk. She understood that the Martial Arts Zhao Family served as a foundational pillar of support for the Wang Family, yet such support rarely came without a price.

The act of inviting a genius from the Zhao Family this time must have incurred a substantial cost, indirectly underscoring the Wang Family's unwavering resolve to see Ye Xuan eliminated…

Yet, Ye Xuan remained imperturbably still, his gaze lowered.

Suddenly.

A fierce gust of wind swept through the venue.

Then, as abruptly as it began, it ceased.

All eyes once again fixated on Wang Shaoyang, an expression of astonishment gracing their features.

Standing beside him was a strikingly handsome young man, clad in a flowing white robe, his hair neatly tied back. He possessed a faintly unsettling aura, yet more prominently, an intimidating presence that commanded sheer awe. This figure could only be the martial arts prodigy, Zhao Zheng, who had materialized beside Wang Shaoyang with an almost divine or demonic subtlety and immense power.

Without notice, like a phantom, he appeared beside Wang Shaoyang with such might. Who else could it be but the martial arts prodigy Zhao Zheng?

Instantly, a sea of heads bowed in unison, the collective shout echoing, “Greetings to Young Master Zhao Zheng!”

Though many might reluctantly accept it, the truth remained: in this world, individuals were indeed born into different strata of society.

For the common folk, figures like Wang Shaoyang, hailing from esteemed families, represented the pinnacle of societal achievement. However, within the martial arts community, they were indistinguishable from ordinary individuals.

Those of lesser standing were expected to show the utmost reverence to their superiors; it was the bare minimum of courtesy.

Consequently, Zhao Zheng paid no heed to these displays. With an air of arrogance, he disregarded everyone, not even casting a glance, much less offering a response.

Zhao Zheng then turned his gaze to Wang Shaoyang, a sneer playing on his lips. “Wang Shaoyang, is this the extent of your Wang Family’s capabilities? Unable to even subdue such a mere youth?”

“Young Master Zhao Zheng, this individual is no common adversary,” Wang Shaoyang replied, bowing respectfully and speaking in a hushed tone. “He is the Black Emperor of the Western battlefield; my Wang Family’s most skilled fighters find it a struggle to overcome him.”

“Black Emperor?” Zhao Zheng scoffed, a dismissive chuckle escaping him. “They are all the same. Now that I am present, it is only natural that I shall lend my aid in resolving your predicament. Tell me, do you desire him dead or alive?”

Wang Shaoyang paused for a fleeting moment, contemplating. “If circumstances permit, alive would be preferable.”

Naturally, he preferred the target to be alive.

If Ye Xuan were to meet his demise, how would Wang Shaoyang then coerce Liu Ying into marriage? Once the alliance between the Wang and Liu families was cemented, Ye Xuan’s end could be postponed.

As for Liu Ying, even if she were to seek her own end, it would matter little, for the alliance between the Wang and Liu families would already be a fait accompli.