Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1507: 1507: The Zhao Family Father and Son—Dead!

Using both hands, his feet aiding, the momentum of his fists was grand and forceful, yet precise and thorough, executing dozens of strikes in mere moments, effectively sealing off every avenue of escape for Ye Xuan.

Bang!

A dull thud sounded as a fist connected with Ye Xuan’s chest.

Ye Xuan’s expression soured, and he stumbled back several paces, managing to regain his footing with great effort, his body quivering like a cornered tiger.

Puff!

A mouthful of clotted blood flew from his lips.

Observing this spectacle, Wang Shaoyang, who had been holding his breath for nearly the entire duration, finally broke into a smile, exclaiming with excitement, “Excellent, Young Master Zhao Yunfei, truly impressive skills!”

The onlookers also cried out in astonishment.

Liu Ying’s face turned ashen, “Ye Xuan…”

Li Xiyuan knitted her delicate brows, shutting her beautiful eyes, finding she could not bear to watch any longer…

Zhao Yunfei let out a hearty laugh, “Presumptuous brat, how do you find my Void Spirit Fist?”

“Impressive.”

Ye Xuan’s lips twitched, and a smile reappeared, “It is impressive, but still lacks a certain refinement.”

The crowd gasped in disbelief.

Zhao Yunfei’s laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a roar of fury, “Stubborn even in the face of death, perish!”

Enraged, Zhao Yunfei attacked once more, unleashing another sequence of the Void Spirit Fist.

Ye Xuan closed his eyes.

Everyone assumed he had surrendered, like a terminal patient abandoning treatment.

Yet, Ye Xuan’s eyes snapped open once more.

Upon reopening them, he seemed transformed, though the specifics remained elusive.

As Zhao Yunfei’s relentless punches rained down, Ye Xuan narrowed his gaze.

In the next instant, a thunderous punch was launched.

Bang!

A muffled impact reverberated, and Zhao Yunfei’s body froze instantly. His fists stopped mid-air, utterly motionless, suddenly resembling a statue.

The cheers died down abruptly.

Wang Shaoyang’s smile was wiped from his face.

Every face present turned rigid.

Liu Ying stared blankly.

Li Xiyuan, too, curiously opened her eyes…

“This…”

Zhao Yunfei’s eyes widened, and he stared at Ye Xuan for a full second before lowering his head, his gaze falling upon the fist pressed against his chest. He was unable to comprehend it, his face etched with disbelief, “How is this possible? How is this possible?”

“You may have practiced the Void Spirit Fist for thirty years, but you are likely inferior to someone who has spent merely three months on it, like myself.” Ye Xuan’s voice, indifferent, echoed, “Next, shall we see how my Void Spirit Fist performs?”

With those words.

Ye Xuan unleashed his fists, his feet providing support, his punches possessing a grand momentum yet executed with meticulous detail, completing dozens of strikes in an instant, completely trapping Zhao Yunfei without any chance of escape.

Bang bang bang!

The dull sounds of impact came one after another without end.

Ye Xuan’s strikes landed true every single time.

Zhao Yunfei remained rooted to the spot, as if turned to stone.

Finally, the barrage of muffled sounds ceased.

Ye Xuan stood with perfect calm.

Zhao Yunfei’s entire body was rigid, blood oozing from every orifice.

Zhao Yunfei, dead!

Boom!

A considerable time later, Zhao Yunfei’s imposing frame, watched by countless eyes, finally crashed like a fallen mountain onto the cold ground.

An absolute silence descended upon Nightingale Villa, so profound that a pin drop could be heard.

All gazes converged, ultimately settling on Zhao Yunfei’s blood-soaked corpse, each face pale and unable to regain their composure.

Was this real?

Could this truly be happening?

Zhao Yunfei, a foremost master of the Martial Arts, the second-generation Junior Elder of the Zhao Family, renowned for his formidable strength, was dead like this?

Moreover, he had seemingly met his end under his most cherished fist technique?

Had Ye Xuan been the one to deliver the fatal blow?

Witnessing Zhao Yunfei’s wide-eyed, utterly stunned expression in death, the observers felt that even in his final moments, he could not believe what had transpired.

Even as death claimed him, he could not fathom how the Void Spirit Fist could become so deadly, his thirty years of diligent practice appearing utterly ineffectual against Ye Xuan…

In the profound stillness.

Zhao Zheng, slumped amidst the debris, gazed at Zhao Yunfei’s corpse, now chillingly lifeless, and murmured in despair, “No, this is impossible, utterly impossible!

Father, father! Get up, please get up!

Ye Xuan is merely an arrogant child; he cannot possibly be your match. Get up quickly and kill him, rise and eliminate him!”

Zhao Zheng appeared to be trapped in a waking nightmare.

This was a clear sign of his mental collapse.

Zhao Yunfei was already deceased.

No matter how loudly he shouted, his father would never rise again.

A strong gust of wind suddenly swept through the area.

Ye Xuan materialized before Zhao Zheng, looking down at him with a composed gaze.

Zhao Zheng shivered, an icy chill permeating his entire being, seeming more frozen than a corpse, despite still being alive.

With great difficulty, Zhao Zheng lifted his head, his eyes reddened as he glared at Ye Xuan, his teeth clenched, “Ye Xuan, your end is nigh! You killed my father, you killed the Zhao Family’s second-generation Junior Elder! You are destined to die!”

“Whether I perish or the Zhao Family is annihilated, you will not live to witness either outcome.”

Ye Xuan cast a nonchalant gaze upon Zhao Zheng, and with a swift movement of his foot, a stone from the scattered debris was propelled upward.

Puff!

Zhao Zheng's body convulsed, a stone instantly impaling his head. His eyes, wide with terror, slowly rolled back, his dying expression eerily mirroring that of Liu Haoyang from earlier.

Zhao Zheng met his end!

The already deathly quiet atmosphere grew even more heavy and suffocating with Zhao Zheng's demise, making it difficult for anyone to draw a breath.

Countless individuals' hearts leaped into their throats, their gazes fixed on Ye Xuan with a mixture of fear and dread. No one dared to let their guard down, nor utter a single sound.

He was the Grim Reaper, the embodiment of death itself!

If he so chose, not a soul present at this event would escape alive.

Absolutely not!

Having eliminated Zhao Yunfei and his son with such swift finality, looking at the hundreds gathered, who would dare to incur his wrath?

He might even annihilate their entire clans!

As for Wang Shaoyang, his mind had already shattered. He remained frozen, a bewildered spectator to Ye Xuan's execution of Zhao Yunfei, and then Zhao Zheng.

Such ruthless efficiency, such unyielding resolve!

Wang Shaoyang knew the fate of Zhao Yunfei and his son was sealed, yet he clung to denial. He couldn't accept it, for he understood their critical role at the engagement banquet.

With them gone, who could possibly stand against Ye Xuan's relentless onslaught?

Now, if Ye Xuan decided to end his life, it would be as simple as reaching into a pocket!

Never before had Wang Shaoyang felt death's proximity so acutely, perceiving the Grim Reaper lurking behind him, a cold scythe poised at his throat, ready to dispatch him to the Netherworld with the slightest movement.

An unbearable chill seized him, causing him to lose control. His white trousers gradually became soiled from his crotch, releasing an offensive odor of urine.

No mortal is truly fearless when confronted with death, and Wang Shaoyang was no exception.

Suddenly, Wang Shaoyang's pupils constricted in shock.

Ye Xuan was advancing towards him.

That face, previously perceived as harmless, now appeared exceptionally daunting and terrifying.