Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1609: None Survived

Just as Huang Yan was contemplating his next move, unsure of what to do.

"Stop mulling it over," Ye Xuan’s voice cut through the air. "You, Huang Yan, by yourself, are simply not enough for me to challenge. What I propose is this: I, Ye Xuan, will challenge every single person present from the Ghost King Valley today!"

What?

The assembled crowd was once again thrown into a state of disbelief upon hearing these audacious words.

Challenging everyone from the Ghost King Valley who was present?

Could it be that Ye Xuan intended to challenge the entire Ghost King Valley Sect?

But that was not the end of his pronouncement!

For Ye Xuan continued, "A mere Ghost King Valley is not enough to satisfy my desire to slay. How about this arrangement: The Zhao Family, Qingcheng Mountain, and your Ghost King Valley, all of you, I challenge you simultaneously!"

Gasp!

Immediately, the sound of sharp inhales filled the atmosphere.

It was terrifying, truly terrifying!

Here was Ye Xuan, a single individual, intending to confront the three major sects all at once.

What kind of brazenness was this?

What level of arrogance did this display?

It was widely known that even with Qingcheng Mountain's depleted numbers, the combined strength of the three sects amounted to dozens of individuals, each renowned as an expert in the Martial Arts world.

Was Ye Xuan planning to face them all, numberless, by himself?

He was openly provoking the three sects!

Furthermore, the members of the three sects, upon hearing Ye Xuan’s declaration, were consumed by rage, their faces flushing crimson with profound humiliation.

Finally, Huang Yan, their leader, could no longer contain himself. "To challenge all of us from the three sects at once? Ye Xuan, you have crossed the line!"

"And what if I am bullying you?" Ye Xuan responded with a sneer. "Do you have the courage to fight back?"

"Why wouldn’t we dare!"

A disciple from the Zhao Family, his fury erupting, drew his large saber and charged directly at Ye Xuan. "Arrogant brat, prepare for death!"

Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes and let out a laugh.

His figure moved with impossible speed.

In the very next moment.

Bang!

An explosive sound resonated; the Zhao family disciple, saber in hand, vomited blood and was flung backward, landing without any sign of life.

Dead!

In a fleeting instant, another life was extinguished!

The scent of death silently and insidiously permeated the entirety of Canglang Island.

The people from the three sects, their minds clouded by humiliation and rage, witnessed a comrade brutally killed. They felt as if doused with icy water, their bodies shivering uncontrollably, frozen in place, afraid to make a move.

However, the fires of conflict had already been kindled, and how easily could they be extinguished now?

"Since you've initiated this, you are now part of the fight, aren't you? Very well..." Ye Xuan's chilling voice echoed.

All those affiliated with the three sects were struck with shock upon hearing his words.

But before they could even process their alarm.

A merciless massacre had already commenced.

Canglang Island was awash in a river of blood!

A brutal, bloody scene unfolded!

On this day, countless heroes of the Martial Arts world bore witness to an unsparing, ruthless slaughter on Canglang Island.

Slaughter!

The one slaughtering, Ye Xuan.

The ones slaughtered, everyone present from the Zhao family, Qingcheng Mountain, and Ghost King Valley – the three sects!

Cruelty beyond comprehension!

Beneath the blazing sun, Ye Xuan, with his bare hands, descended like a harbinger of death, single-handedly plunging into the heart of the three sects' forces, his fists and feet an unstoppable storm!

Each percussive impact that echoed signaled the end of a life destined to remain on this desolate island forever.

Inconceivable, difficult to believe!

Yet, undeniably real.

In mere minutes, before the eyes of many, the once untouchable three sects were reduced to a landscape of corpses, a veritable river of blood.

Under Ye Xuan’s unforgiving assault, these renowned Martial Arts experts appeared as fragile as ants, utterly incapable of resistance, their fates sealed, awaiting only the finality of death!

By this point, only a single individual remained among the dozens of experts from the three sects, barely clinging to existence.

Huang Yan!

In the profound silence that followed.

A multitude of gazes, as if emerging from a collective daze, turned towards Huang Yan. These gazes were filled with pity and sympathy, and undoubtedly, some with mocking derision.

In such devastating massacres, almost inevitably, the last one standing endures the most agonizing fate!

Indeed...

Huang Yan, an Elder of the esteemed Ghost King Valley, was stripped of every last vestige of his dignity and pride. Enveloped by the pervasive aura of death, he lay on the ground, utterly terrified and weak, resembling a creature devoid of spine.

His reputation was completely ruined!

"How could this happen? How could this possibly happen?"

Sitting huddled on the ground, Huang Yan was consumed by a state of abject panic. His gaze swept over the scene of corpses and blood that littered the area, his pupils, contracted in sheer terror, reflected nothing but endless dread. "Ye Xuan, are you a man or a ghost? Are you truly a man or a ghost!"

It was only on this day that Huang Yan truly comprehended the meaning of soul-shattering fear.

This was it – the very essence of soul-deep terror!

Even after witnessing the entirety of the gruesome events, he still struggled to accept that such a brutal, ruthless, and overwhelmingly powerful individual could exist in this world.

What compounded the horror was that this man had emerged from the mortal realm, so young, and not long ago, he was merely an unknown nobody.

At his very best, he was the undisputed Black Emperor of the Western battlefield!

Compared to the world of Martial Arts, what was the Western battlefield? What was the significance of the title 'Black Emperor'?

Yet, on this very day, this so-called Black Emperor from the West had unleashed a complete massacre in the presence of martial arts elites, reducing even legends like Sword God and Zhao Yunhai to insignificant ants.

Was this the kind of power a human could wield? Was this the strength someone of his tender age ought to possess?

No! Absolutely not!

Huang Yan, on the verge of complete collapse, screamed and roared within his heart.

Then.

Ye Xuan’s figure slowly advanced towards him.

Instantly.

Huang Yan’s fragile body trembled as if struck by a bolt of lightning, becoming rigid. An intense chill coursed through him, paralyzing him completely, rendering his skills, honed over decades, utterly useless.

With despair came fear, and from fear, he surrendered.

Huang Yan numbly lifted his head, fixing his gaze on Ye Xuan. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and with immense effort, he managed to utter, "Ye Xuan, you... you are finished. After killing so many from the three great sects, you are truly finished!"

"Finished?"

A slight curl formed on Ye Xuan’s lips as he chuckled softly. "Every debt has its origin and its cause. From the very moment you plotted to bury me on Canglang Island, your current fate was sealed."

Huang Yan’s pupils constricted.

Hatred surged within him!

A plan they believed to be flawless was, in reality, tragically naive and laughable.

How could they, a mere handful, possibly challenge Ye Xuan’s might?

Seeking their own demise, they had been courting death from the very beginning!

Ye Xuan squatted down, his gaze meeting Huang Yan’s with an innocent smile. "Especially your Ghost King Valley faction; you should never have been allowed to exist. You've roamed freely for centuries, and now, it's simply time."

A wave of shock washed over Huang Yan upon hearing this. He stared at Ye Xuan, his eyes wide. "Who are you? Who exactly are you? You... you are a survivor from the Divine Doctor Sect!"

"A survivor?"

Ye Xuan let out a cold laugh, shrugged his shoulders, and then delivered a powerful punch.

Bang!

A dull thud echoed as Huang Yan’s body stiffened completely, his frail chest caving in significantly.

Huang Yan was dead!

All fifty-three members of the three sects met their end on Canglang Island.

Not a single soul survived!