Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1544: The Gap Between Man and God

It remained uncertain if Ye Xuan had actually sustained a gunshot wound.

From the pickup truck positioned furthest from the SUV, a man with features characteristic of the Southern Federation lifted his walkie-talkie. His voice, deep and commanding, announced, "The Black Emperor has disappeared from sight. Everyone maintain utmost vigilance!"

However, even before the man's declaration could fully resonate.

Bang bang bang!

A chaotic barrage of gunfire erupted from a modified vehicle nearby, tragically punctuated by several agonizing screams.

Within an adjacent car, an individual frantically seized a walkie-talkie, their voice a desperate shout, "Group Three has been completely annihilated. The Black Emperor has vanished once more!"

"What?"

Upon receiving this shocking news, multiple vehicles were filled with exclamations of disbelief. It seemed inconceivable that the legendary Black Emperor could be so phantom-like. An entire car filled with elite assassins had been wiped out with astonishing ease. Throughout the entire ordeal, not a single person had even caught a fleeting glimpse of his elusive figure!

Bang bang bang!

A voice, tinged with palpable panic, crackled through the walkie-talkie once more: "Everyone, exercise extreme caution! Group Six has just been eliminated, and there's still no sign of the Black Emperor!"

At this juncture, some individuals were on the verge of losing their composure and resorting to curses.

Black Emperor, are you truly a human being, or some spectral entity?

Bang bang bang!

The walkie-talkie crackled to life anew: "Group Eight has been decimated. Still no sign of the Black Emperor!"

Damn it!

A wave of dread was already beginning to wash over the majority of the group.

Bang bang bang!

The all-too-familiar sound echoed yet again.

"Group Two has been wiped out, still... still no sight of the Black Emperor!"

At this precise moment, the voice transmitted through the walkie-talkie was thick with sheer terror, an unadulterated panic that swiftly infected every assassin within their respective vehicles.

Countenances turned a deathly pale.

Hearts pounded erratically in their chests, lodged precariously in their throats.

They desperately tried to suppress their fear. As elite masters hailing from the Holy Mansion, they were select talents, chosen from a hundred, accustomed to facing death and enduring pain without flinching. The concept of death was considered an honor, and pain a testament to their pride. Yet, in this moment, they found themselves utterly unable to resist the encroaching terror!

Who could possibly remain composed in such a nightmarish scenario?

With every burst of gunfire, an entire carload of their comrades perished. In less than a minute, from front to back, an alarming four vehicles had already been eliminated!

And yet, the Black Emperor, the architect of this carnage, remained unfound. What did this signify?

This was an insurmountable chasm, a gulf between mortal and deity!

Such a profound disparity could no longer be bridged by mere numbers or advanced weaponry. No one could fathom whether their own vehicle would be the next to face utter annihilation.

The prospect of death itself was not the primary source of their terror.

It was the agonizing, forced anticipation of their impending demise that proved truly soul-crushing!

Bang bang bang!

The suffering was mercifully brief, as yet another car filled with individuals met their violent end.

Bang bang bang!

...

Despite the apparent disparity in their combat capabilities, as the engagement commenced, the stark contrast became visually undeniable. Nonetheless, it was the larger contingent that found themselves being mercilessly slaughtered.

With each burst of gunfire, a vehicle filled with personnel was extinguished.

Every garbled transmission from the walkie-talkies was saturated with sheer terror and escalating panic.

Time continued its relentless march forward.

The acrid scent of spilled blood began to permeate the air.

Over a hundred elite masters from the Holy Mansion, individuals who should have been assured of victory, were annihilated without the slightest capacity to resist. From the initial engagement to the bitter end, not a single soul managed to lay eyes on Ye Xuan's figure.

Of course, this exclusion applied only to those who had not been reduced to the very precipice of death.

Ten agonizing minutes elapsed in total.

The dust that had swirled around the SUV gradually began to settle.

The sporadic bursts of gunfire that had punctuated the battlefield finally ceased.

The reason was simple: every single assailant was now deceased.

Only Tyron, his left wrist grotesquely severed, remained alive on this blood-drenched battlefield. He stared blankly at the vehicles that had fallen into an unnerving silence, his face devoid of any color. Within the tight confines of his pupils, he seemed to perceive a terrifying new reality.

Was this still the work of a human?

This was... truly a scene of corpses stretching for hundreds of meters!

Most alarmingly, the air suddenly grew deathly still.

Large beads of sweat began to materialize frantically on Tyron's forehead, one after another they slid downwards. Within mere seconds, his entire face was slick with perspiration.

Indeed, everything below his head was equally drenched, particularly around the most private of areas, making the sight almost unbearable.

Abruptly, Tyron was jolted back to a semblance of awareness.

This was because Ye Xuan had already approached him.

How utterly absurd. From the very inception of the gunfire until this very instant, Tyron was now catching his first glimpse of Ye Xuan.

Snap!

The sharp, crisp sound of a lighter momentarily pierced the overwhelming silence at the most inopportune moment.

Ye Xuan took a deep, deliberate drag, then turned his gaze towards Tyron, a faint smile playing on his lips. He inquired, "If my memory serves me correctly, back in the day, had I not intervened to save your life, you would have perished on the battlefield long ago, wouldn't that be accurate?"

Plop!

Tyron's eyes widened in disbelief. His knees buckled instantly, hitting the ground with a dull thud. His face, contorted with pure terror, looked up at Ye Xuan as he pleaded, "Lord Black Emperor, I implore you, grant me but one more chance. I did not wish for this. These assassins from the Holy Mansion... they forced my hand. If I had refused, they would have killed me!"

Ye Xuan slowly lowered his gaze, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "If you hadn't complied, they would have killed you? Are you suggesting they coerced you?"

"Yes, yes! They coerced me! Not only did they intend to kill me, but they also threatened my wife and child! I had absolutely no other choice!" Tyron stammered, his plea growing more desperate.

"If you were forced, then why did you dare to yell at them earlier? Weren't you worried that angering them would cause them to turn on you and your family first?" Ye Xuan asked with a sneer.

Tyron was taken aback by Ye Xuan's question, realizing that all avenues of escape had already been cut off.

Regret came too late!

Abruptly, Tyron began to laugh.

He let out a shameless guffaw.

Humans are peculiar; it's often only when facing imminent death that their true, unmasked selves emerge.

Tyron knew his end was sealed.

Therefore, he stood up, grinding his teeth, and fixed Ye Xuan with a mocking gaze, roaring with laughter, "Black Emperor, don't presume too much of your cleverness. So what if you've figured it out? Has anything changed? Your recruitment mission this time is doomed to be a failure!"

Ye Xuan casually shrugged and inquired calmly, "Why did you betray me?"

"Why? You actually dare to ask why?" Tyron scoffed. "Naturally, it was for survival!"

"Survival?" Ye Xuan smiled.

"For a better survival!" Tyron declared. "Black Emperor, I acknowledge your prowess; the entire world recognizes your incredible abilities.

However, there exist individuals far more remarkable than you, and forces a hundred times more potent than Purgatory. I was presented with an opportunity to ascend to greater heights; why should I remain loyal to you? Merely because you spared my life once?

Don't delude yourself. Back then, your decision to save me was precisely that – your choice. I never implored you for salvation!

The Holy Mansion's influence permeates every corner of the globe. By currying favor with them, I unlock limitless potential. And to gain their favor, all I needed to do was assist them in eliminating you. Why wouldn't I seize such an arrangement?

It's merely unfortunate that I failed. Had I succeeded today, if you hadn't been so formidable, I would have soon become a globally renowned real estate mogul, possessing inexhaustible wealth and a perpetual stream of women to indulge with. I would have reigned supreme in my own dominion!"

Tyron's words flowed with increasing fervor and candor, completely exposing the greedy ambition he had long concealed before Ye Xuan.

How repulsive.

To have salvaged his life was merely Ye Xuan's misplaced benevolence.