Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1508: Wang Shaoyang, Smashed to Pieces

Wang Shaoyang’s lips quivered, a veneer of calm failing to mask the tremor in his voice: "Ye Xuan, you, you, you... calm yourself. You’ve already eliminated the Zhao family’s second-generation elder and their martial arts prodigy. If you kill me as well, your fate will be exceedingly grim."

"Give me an opportunity. Should you spare my life today, I give you my word that I will intercede with the Zhao family on your behalf. My Wang Family is prepared to offer triple the tribute to implore the Zhao family to let you go."

"Oh, my betrothal to Liu Ying is truly over now; these are not mere empty words. I can swear to the heavens, I can publicly record an oath! In this lifetime, I will absolutely harbor no affection for her. From this day forward, my Wang Family will cast aside all thoughts regarding you. Henceforth, we shall mind our own business, what do you say?"

After concluding his plea, Wang Shaoyang fixed his gaze upon Ye Xuan, the narrowness of his pupils shifting, his ashen complexion twitching incessantly.

Wang Shaoyang swallowed convulsively, his Adam's apple bobbing, presenting an image of utter desolation and misery.

Under Wang Shaoyang’s scrutinizing eyes, Ye Xuan narrowed his own and offered a smile.

Wang Shaoyang was struck with immense shock.

Ye Xuan’s smile widened slightly as he declared, "The last time you took Liu Ying away, I granted you a reprieve. But today, this formidable bell I carry, you shall receive whether you desire it or not!"

With those pronouncements, Ye Xuan strode towards the colossal bronze bell.

Wang Shaoyang bellowed, "Ye Xuan, how dare you!"

Boom!

His massive hand descended upon the bronze bell. The jarring clang of metal reverberated, and the bell, weighing thousands of jin, ascended directly into the air. Like a colossal mountain, it plummeted towards Wang Shaoyang.

Bang!

The bronze bell hurtled forward with unstoppable force, engulfing Wang Shaoyang’s form. It propelled him dozens of meters forward before finally smashing through yet another wall.

The entirety of Nightingale Manor seemed to shudder from the impact.

The fractured wall revealed Wang Shaoyang entangled within, his mortal body utterly crushed.

Crimson blood seeped languidly from the rim of the bronze bell, staining the ground for several meters around it.

Wang Shaoyang, pulverized into oblivion!

Zhao Yunfei and his son, met a violent end.

Furthermore, over a hundred skilled combatants from the Wang Family, either deceased or grievously wounded, lay sprawled amidst a sea of blood.

The heavy aroma of blood permeated every nook and cranny of Nightingale Manor this night, seeping into the very beings of all present.

Horrifying.

Disgusting.

Terror!

Hundreds of gazes, without exception, were fixed solely upon Ye Xuan.

In stark contrast to when Ye Xuan first made his entrance, the mockery, the contempt, the disdain had completely evaporated. They were replaced by an unvarying, profound dread.

A fear originating from the very depths of their souls, the most authentic kind found in this world!

For a considerable duration, an absolute hush descended upon the chaotic hall. It was as if every individual present had achieved a new pinnacle of breath control.

Beneath the executioner’s blade, the ground lay strewn with corpses!

War God.

What precisely constitutes a War God?

If gods obstruct, slay the gods; if Buddhas block, vanquish the Buddhas – unrivaled in all existence!

Even when confronted by a thousand troops, no furrowing of the brow is necessary; merely lifting the blade to annihilate the opposing army... this, is the War God.

For those in attendance, the concept of a War God had not been deeply ingrained prior to this evening. However, after this night, it was destined to be eternally etched into their hearts, a memory they would not dare to slightly forget until their dying breath.

Ye Xuan is the War God!

He surveys all from above, invincible across the globe.

Whether it be commoners like Liu Haoyang, martial arts prodigies such as Zhao Zheng, or even seasoned martial practitioners like Zhao Yunfei, as long as he wills it, none can evade the grasp of death!

The pervasive scent of blood within the hall was akin to the chilling exhalation of the God of Death, rendering all present deathly pale. They stared blankly at Ye Xuan, their eyes reflecting the image of a colossal demon.

Throughout the hall, an unnerving silence reigned.

The genuine quietude of death!

This silence persisted for an extended period, the prolonged suppression of breath causing many to exhibit slightly bluish complexions.

Finally.

Ye Xuan gently lifted his gaze, his eyes sweeping across the assembled crowd.

Wherever his gaze landed, whomsoever it met, all involuntarily shuddered. It was as if Ye Xuan’s stare were a razor-sharp sword, slicing past and carrying away their very life essence.

Amidst the profound silence, Ye Xuan spoke with measured calm: "All who are present today can be considered individuals of some standing. Since everyone is gathered here, let us clarify matters unequivocally.

Liu Ying is my woman, and in this life, she will remain so forever. Should anyone still harbor lingering thoughts for her, I invite you to step forward, and we can calmly discuss the issue.

Therefore... is there such a person amongst us?"

Upon hearing Ye Xuan’s declaration, the women present secretly exhaled in relief, as if granted a reprieve.

The men, however, experienced the opposite. Already on edge, they suddenly felt the world crumble around them upon hearing these words.

They cast furtive glances at Liu Ying, then recoiled as if electrocuted, a terrifying tremor seizing them.

Throughout the ages, a beauty as radiant as Liu Ying, who wouldn’t be captivated? Yet, in this moment, not a single soul dared to step forth. They weren’t fools. If Ye Xuan were truly as reasonable as his words suggested, would Wang Shaoyang have met such a gruesome end? Consequently, the air grew thick with tension. These proud young masters, accustomed to being the center of all attention, now desperately wished they could simply vanish, hoping Ye Xuan wouldn’t notice them. It felt like treading a perilous tightrope, with the constant threat of being utterly annihilated at any second!

"It appears you are all sensible individuals, understanding the principle of not coveting another's wife. I shall overlook this," Ye Xuan declared with a light chuckle. "However, no one stepped forward today. In the future, should anyone harbor desires for my woman, their demise will not be as swift as Wang Shaoyang's." The crowd was stunned. Would it be worse than death itself?

Ye Xuan cast a final, lingering look over the gathered crowd before turning his attention back to Liu Ying, his words concluded. Liu Ying, finally snapping out of her daze, gazed at Ye Xuan with profound emotion, a sweet smile gracing her lips as if a great burden had been lifted. "Sorry to have worried you," Ye Xuan said, his smile warm. "But it's all over now. Let's go." "Okay!" Liu Ying responded with an emphatic nod.

At this juncture, her emotions were too profound for words. It was a touch that resonated deep within her soul, a profoundly moving experience. She understood with absolute clarity that she had never before felt such a profound sense of security in her entire life. The man before her was not only the love of her life but also the heroic figure who had become a deity in her personal narrative. She had been on the brink of falling into a deep abyss, left with nothing but despair.

She had never imagined that in this cold, self-serving world, someone would emerge to pull her from the brink, to spirit her away from a fiery inferno and a sea of blades, liberating her from a cursed and absurd destiny. And then, he appeared. In a humble bar in the East Sea, he completely reshaped her existence, altering the course of everything she was meant to endure. It all felt like a wonderfully surreal dream…