Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1608: Killing You Is as Easy as Killing a Dog

Ye Xuan arrived before him in an instant, the air crackling with intense and chaotic sounds. In a mere half-second, hundreds of blows were exchanged between the two. With a swift motion, Ye Xuan once again seized Zhao Yunhai’s fists, a scene eerily similar to what had transpired before. The onlookers remained unsurprised, a sense of helplessness washing over them.

"Is Ye Xuan foolish?" one muttered.

"Couldn't he learn from falling into the same trap once before?" another questioned.

"He's practically asking for death!" a third exclaimed.

Zhao Yunhai, witnessing this, let out a grim sneer. "You only suffer a loss once to learn a lesson, kid. You never seem to learn."

"Never learn?" Ye Xuan countered with a smile. "Are you so sure?"

Zhao Yunhai’s expression froze in stunned disbelief. At that precise moment, his countenance shifted dramatically. He could feel two terrifying forces, like ferocious dragons crossing a river, surging ruthlessly and coldly through his fists. The power was unstoppable, like a breaking bamboo, a force no army could possibly block.

Dark Energy. Zhao Yunhai recognized it instantly. And this Dark Energy was a staggering ten times more potent than what he had unleashed just moments before! Even Zhao Xunjian, if caught off guard, would undoubtedly sustain injuries from such formidable Dark Energy!

Zhao Yunhai descended into chaos, his body trembling as he desperately attempted to resist this overwhelming surge of Dark Energy. However, the disparity in power was simply too vast. No matter his efforts, he could not erect any form of obstruction. The Dark Energy, akin to a destroyer, wreaked havoc within him without mercy.

Sounds like crackling firecrackers erupted wildly. Zhao Yunhai’s sleeves were torn to shreds, his robe shredded, his scalp split open, and his veins ruptured. Finally, smoke billowed from his seven orifices, and blood flowed incessantly.

"How...how is this possible?" Zhao Yunhai, his eyes blood-red, stared at Ye Xuan, his mind a complete blank, his face etched with utter disbelief.

Ye Xuan remained utterly unfazed by Zhao Yunhai’s shocked expression. "Killing you is as simple as killing a dog!" he stated plainly.

Immediately afterward, he abruptly released Zhao Yunhai’s fists, his hands moving with practiced skill. Boom boom boom! A continuous barrage of explosive sounds echoed without pause. Puff puff puff! Zhao Yunhai’s imposing figure became like a living sandbag; each punch from Ye Xuan forcefully carved a bloody hole into his body. In mere moments, Zhao Yunhai was a horrifying spectacle, a bloody mess.

With Ye Xuan’s final, thunderous punch, the heavy sound reverberated across Canglang Island. Zhao Yunhai’s pathetic form was sent flying backward like a kite with a severed string, ultimately landing lifelessly before numerous members of the Zhao family.

Zhao Yunhai, dead! The silence that followed was more profound than any words. Across the desolate and vast expanse of Canglang Island, it was as if a thunderous declaration had been made: Zhao Yunhai was dead! Several gazes instinctively turned towards Zhao Yunhai’s body, observing his mangled corpse, his face frozen in the terror he experienced before death...

Silence. A deadly, suffocating silence! If they had not witnessed it with their own eyes, no one in the world would ever believe the recently risen star of the martial world, Ye Xuan, was so overwhelmingly formidable. With a single sword, he had beheaded the Sword God. With a single move, he had slain Chen Yue. And now, even a top-tier martial arts expert like Zhao Yunhai had met his end! Looking around, was there truly anyone else capable of standing against him? Who would dare to oppose him?

"Zhao Yunhai... is dead?" Amidst the profound silence, a bewildered voice suddenly shattered the frozen atmosphere.

"How is this possible? How could this have happened?"

"Why? Why did Zhao Yunhai die so suddenly? Just moments ago, he was clearly suppressing Ye Xuan!"

"Just how terrifying is Ye Xuan? Does he even have any opponents left?"

"A monster, he's a complete monster!"

As the silence crumbled, it was replaced by an uproar of chaos and bewilderment. The usually composed martial artists now resembled lost, helpless children, their faces etched with panic and anxiety. Fear, like an encroaching tide, washed over everyone present. This was especially true for those affiliated with the Zhao Family, Qingcheng Mountain, and Ghost King Valley. Zhao Yunhai’s abrupt demise signaled the dawn of a nightmare for them, and they could barely begin to fathom what calamities lay ahead!

Suddenly, the boisterous, heated atmosphere fell into an unnerving quiet. This was because every person present felt an extreme coldness spreading from their feet upwards, as if their very lives no longer belonged to them. Hastily raising their heads, they saw Ye Xuan’s icy gaze sweeping over them. What is true dignity? It is a mere glance that can strip one of the will to live – that is dignity! All eyes were fixed intently on Ye Xuan, as if the very air surrounding them had become exceedingly frigid. In this terrifying silence,...

Ye Xuan's gaze lowered, a cunning smirk gracing the corners of his lips. "Today's opportunity is quite serendipitous. Who else desires a duel with me? Step forward if you dare; I welcome all challenges!"

The declaration, though not boisterous, resonated like thunder, striking every heart in its path.

As his words echoed, an absolute silence descended upon Canglang Island, as profound as if a pin had dropped.

Ye Xuan had declared his readiness for any challenger, but would anyone truly rise to the occasion?

Evidently, no one possessed the courage.

Indeed, to signal their unwillingness, a multitude of individuals retreated several paces, as though creating additional distance from Ye Xuan would somehow afford them greater security.

Witnessing this universal reaction, Ye Xuan's smile widened.

Finally, he erupted into unrestrained laughter.

The laughter boomed, sharp as a blade, piercing the very souls of many present.

Especially those who had harbored the fervent hope of Ye Xuan's demise on Canglang Island, this triumphant laughter left them utterly disgraced, a humiliation unlike any they had ever endured.

What exacerbated their torment was that Ye Xuan had trampled upon their dignity, and yet, they were compelled to swallow their pride.

Dignity, or life itself – clearly, the preservation of life took precedence!

After a significant pause.

Ye Xuan's laughter abruptly ceased.

A palpable tremor ran through everyone present.

Ye Xuan's attention shifted, his gaze locking onto Huang Yan of Ghost King Valley. With a smile, he inquired, "Huang Yan, I challenged you earlier, yet you offered no response. Do you accept my challenge?"

A deathly chill coursed through Huang Yan, his complexion turning ashen.

'Ye Xuan, you fiend! Zhao Yunhai is dead, and you still fixate on me!' he thought bitterly.

Under the public's scrutiny, facing Ye Xuan's oppressive aura, Huang Yan's face grew deathly pale, leaving him feeling cornered and indecisive.

'What course of action should I take?' he agonized.

To fight? That would be akin to inviting his own demise; how could he possibly dare?

But to outright refuse? What a catastrophic blow to his reputation that would be!

Huang Yan represented the entirety of Ghost King Valley on this expedition to Canglang Island. If he were to bow his head to Ye Xuan in such a public setting, how could Ghost King Valley ever maintain its standing in the future?

If his honor was lost here, even if Ye Xuan spared him, the Valley Master would undoubtedly mete out severe punishment upon his return, wouldn't he?

In either scenario, doom seemed inevitable!