Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1605: Why Would I Need a Sword to Kill You?

Amidst the palpable tension, a multitude of gazes fell upon Baili Xiao, their eyes betraying a deep-seated worry.

Within the vast Martial Arts world, Baili Xiao’s personal ethos had long been a source of widespread affection. Yet, this sentiment was purely one of admiration, nothing more profound.

Presently, with Qingcheng Mountain and Ghost King Valley forming an unholy alliance against their common foes, and the Zhao Family lurking like a venomous serpent, who would dare to step forward and offer support to Baili Xiao?

To do so would be tantamount to inviting one’s own demise!

Baili Xiao, however, remained undaunted, his spirit untamed and his disregard for life and death absolute.

Observing his imposing presence, Ye Xuan couldn't suppress a flicker of surprise in his heart: "This fellow possesses quite a righteous spirit..."

Chen Yue and Huang Yan exchanged a knowing glance, their intentions aligning seamlessly.

"Since you are so exceedingly arrogant, then..."

Their unspoken plan was to deal with Baili Xiao first before proceeding further.

But their words remained unfinished.

"There is no necessity."

Ye Xuan’s voice, strong and indifferent, suddenly cut through the air. Every person present was startled, turning their heads to fix confused stares upon Ye Xuan.

Chen Yue and Huang Yan, too, regarded Ye Xuan with a newfound interest, a cold smile playing on their lips: "What? Do you intend to ally with Baili Xiao, presenting a two-on-two challenge to us?"

Should that be their intention, it would be a circumstance they would eagerly embrace. This was because neither Chen Yue nor Huang Yan was in any way inferior to Baili Xiao. With Ye Xuan already injured, either one of them felt supremely confident in their ability to defeat him.

In essence, any move by Ye Xuan towards combat would be a cause for celebration!

Baili Xiao’s expression shifted dramatically: "Brother Ye Xuan..."

Ye Xuan gestured dismissively, halting Baili Xiao mid-utterance.

Then, with an indifferent gaze fixed upon Chen Yue and Huang Yan, a mocking curve graced his lips: "Two against two? You overestimate yourselves. To deal with the likes of you, Senior Baili’s intervention is entirely uncalled for."

The two opponents were rendered speechless by these pronouncements.

All other individuals present at the scene were utterly dumbfounded by Ye Xuan’s audacious declaration.

What could this individual possibly mean?

Clang!

A low, resonant sound suddenly echoed through the atmosphere. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be the imposing longsword held by Ye Xuan, driven forcefully into the ground. Half of its formidable length was exposed, emanating an astonishing Sword Qi that seemed poised to ascend into the heavens.

Standing beside the Dragon Blood Sword, Ye Xuan’s demeanor gradually shifted, becoming one of solemnity and icy resolve.

He cast a cold, penetrating gaze upon Chen Yue and Huang Yan, his lips parting slightly. His voice, like the rumble of thunder, resonated in the ears of all present, piercing their hearts and shaking their very souls.

"The two of you… I, alone, am sufficient!"

"This encounter shall determine our true standings and decide matters of life and death."

"Ye Xuan, prepared for combat!"

Resounding like celestial thunder!

Ye Xuan’s powerful voice, akin to rumbling thunder from the highest heavens, reverberated against the eardrums of everyone present, sending tremors through their hearts.

Chen Yue, the esteemed Great Elder of Qingcheng Mountain.

Huang Yan, the respected Third Elder of Ghost King Valley.

These two were formidable figures within the Martial Arts world, commanding immense respect and wielding significant influence.

And now, Ye Xuan had the audacity to utter such presumptuous words in their presence?

What an exhibition of arrogance!

What sheer wildness!

Even Baili Xiao, upon hearing Ye Xuan’s declaration, could only stare blankly, momentarily stunned, his face etched with both shock and profound concern.

Brother Ye Xuan, you are indeed pushing the boundaries of bravado!

However, Chen Yue and Huang Yan, once their initial shock subsided, were consumed by a potent fury, feeling profoundly and utterly disgraced.

Humiliation.

To them, this was an overt and blatant insult!

"Ye Xuan, your arrogance knows no bounds!"

Chen Yue, his face flushed crimson with rage, ground his teeth as he glared at Ye Xuan. "A duel to the death, why would this old man require Zhao’s assistance? To eliminate you, I alone am more than capable!"

With those words uttered.

Bam!

Chen Yue slammed his foot onto the ground, a loud cracking sound erupting, and his slender frame instantly materialized on the battlefield, halting at a distance of less than twenty meters from Ye Xuan.

At this precise moment, a silver-white longsword materialized in his grasp.

Ye Xuan casually glanced at Chen Yue, the mocking undertone in his voice deepening: "A fine sword it is, but a tragic waste to be wielded by your hand."

"Arrogant whelp, cease your incessant prattling!" Chen Yue’s countenance was a mask of dark fury and twisted anger: "Draw your sword and face me in battle!"

"Draw my sword?" Ye Xuan gazed down at the Dragon Blood Sword, then offered a wry smile: "To vanquish you, I have no need for a sword."

Hiss!

From amidst the onlookers, a collective sound of sharp, indrawn breaths suddenly arose.

Ye Xuan is far too arrogant!

Chen Yue, once again, felt the crushing weight of humiliation, his complexion fluctuating between blue and red. Had he not cultivated a degree of composure over many years, Ye Xuan’s words alone might have been sufficient to send him to his grave from sheer rage.

Arrogant boy, truly an arrogant boy!

"You dare kill my disciples, Chen Yue, and you disgrace this elder! I will tear you limb from limb!"

Unable to contain his fury any longer, Chen Yue bellowed, his sharp sword already aimed as he charged towards Ye Xuan without a moment's hesitation.

A sudden gale erupted, carrying with it a menacing Sword Qi!

The potent Sword Qi swiftly enveloped Ye Xuan, its threat palpable.

An unyielding murderous intent emanated from the attack, stunning the onlookers.

"Such formidable Sword Qi!"

"Chen Yue truly lives up to his reputation!"

"This Sword Qi is nearly on par with the Sword God's own! Ye Xuan is already wounded, and it will likely be a Herculean task to survive Chen Yue's onslaught."

"Ye Xuan is finished."

"..."

Some gasped in awe, others cried out in alarm, and a few closed their eyes, unwilling to witness the gruesome spectacle of Ye Xuan being cleanly bisected by the sword.

Every individual present held a certain standing within the Martial Arts community. It was clear to all that Chen Yue, knowing Ye Xuan was not at his peak, had unleashed his most lethal technique from the outset.

Even with a sword in hand, Ye Xuan would face an arduous struggle, with slimmer than a one-in-a-million chance of emerging victorious!

Only Ye Xuan himself remained remarkably calm, his gaze fixed on Chen Yue's charging figure, a flicker of disdain and mockery glinting in his dark eyes.

Ye Xuan simply closed his eyes.

"Have you conceded defeat?"

Witnessing this, Chen Yue sneered, "Even if you have, you shall still meet your end!"

In an instant, Chen Yue stood before Ye Xuan.

With unadorned simplicity, he brought his sword down, devoid of any ostentatious flourish.

This single strike channeled nearly all of Chen Yue's might, a blow that could spell doom for even an equally matched opponent if they were not sufficiently vigilant.

Chen Yue could already envision the gruesome scene of Ye Xuan being cleaved in two by his blade.

But then.

Ye Xuan's eyes snapped open.

Not with a sudden jerk, yet it felt that way.

His demeanor remained serene as a gentle breeze, but his Killing Aura surged towards the heavens.

With merely a glance!

Chen Yue's heart suddenly lurched, an icy tremor coursed down his spine, as if he were being scrutinized by an ancient, formidable beast, and instinctively, he felt an utter lack of hope for survival.

What was happening?

Before Chen Yue could process the bizarre turn of events.

Clang!

A sharp, resonant sound echoed through the air.

Immediately thereafter, Chen Yue experienced an overwhelming sensation of immobility, unlike anything he had ever felt.

Upon closer inspection, he realized his supposedly fatal thrust had completely lost its deadly edge, its Killing Aura vanished. The tip of his sword was now held fast between two of Ye Xuan's fingers, as if its sharpness had been utterly nullified, rendering it blunt and lifeless.

No matter the force Chen Yue exerted, the sword refused to budge even the slightest fraction!

"How... is this possible?"

Chen Yue's pupils constricted in disbelief; he was utterly dumbfounded.