Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1668: The Unrighteous... Die!

"Ah! My hand, my hand!"

Chang Guchuan’s eyes felt like they were about to burst, gripping his wrist tightly, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the torrent of blood.

At that moment.

Ye Xuan’s indifferent voice rang out: "It’s true that I’m human, and I’m afraid of being calculated against, but... you may not know this yet, I’m indeed immune to all poisons. That Soul Fragrance you’re talking about is useless on me."

"What?"

Chang Guchuan’s pupils contracted as he stared at Ye Xuan: "You... you weren’t poisoned? You found out that there was poison in the heating early on?"

Ye Xuan shrugged, playing with the dagger Chang Guchuan used to try to kill him, his face full of mockery, the expressions of ridicule like countless sharp swords stabbing into Chang Guchuan’s heart.

The scarlet wound on his wrist finally transmitted unbearable pain.

The pain made Chang Guchuan sober, and clarity made him furious.

Because he realized that not long ago, he actually thought of Ye Xuan as a fool, just like Chiba Kenichi!

And now, the ruthless reality proved that from start to finish, only he, Chang Guchuan, was the fool. This young boy from Yan Country had already seen through all his schemes!

He was performing the whole time, like playing with a monkey, looking down with disdain and contempt, toying with Chang Guchuan and all the samurai present in the Sword God Association!

"Bastard, bastard!"

Chang Guchuan’s eyes were blood-red, frantically roaring: "Kill him, kill him!"

With Chang Guchuan’s thunderous roar resounding, the surrounding black-clad samurai quickly snapped awake.

However, no one moved.

Compared to the contempt and mockery a moment ago, now their eyes looking at Ye Xuan were all filled with dread and heaviness. Even though they didn’t understand the Yan language, anyone with eyes could see that Ye Xuan wasn’t poisoned at all!

A Ye Xuan without poison, how formidable is that?

Even the Sword God couldn’t withstand a single blow from him, let alone them?

"Bastards, you bunch of cowards!"

Seeing the samurai hesitating, Chang Guchuan cursed: "Do you think that by hesitating, the enemy will spare you? No, Ye Xuan is a ruthless killer, the more scared you are, the more likely you are to die!"

Hearing this, the samurai suddenly awoke.

"Chang Guchuan is right, we have no choice now!" The leader among the samurai decisively raised his katana and shouted hoarsely: "Kill!"

Boom!

Instantly, dozens of samurai were ignited with passion, raising their katanas, eyes red with fury, and charged towards Ye Xuan with a killing aura that shook the heavens.

In that moment, the entire abandoned factory began to quake subtly!

In the darkness, the glint of blades was chilling, murderous intent overwhelming!

Ye Xuan stood alone, facing the sudden uproar of dozens of samurai, yet no matter how formidable they were, his face showed little emotion.

He lowered his gaze, a cold curve rising at the corner of his mouth.

Then he uttered a few indifferent words: "Those who are unjust, die!"

The words were barely spoken.

Ye Xuan’s form wavered in the dark, disappearing into thin air.

Mysterious as a ghost!

Before the samurai could react, Ye Xuan appeared in the northwest direction.

The samurai in that direction were shocked: "Kill!"

They swung their katanas fiercely.

But no matter how intensely they exerted themselves, even with Ye Xuan clearly before them, no amount of frenzy could let their sharp katanas touch Ye Xuan in the slightest.

Not even a single strand of hair could they cut!

Ye Xuan squinted his eyes, raising a hand nonchalantly, the dagger in his hand lightly sweeping past.

Swish!

A crisp, sharp sound echoed.

The seven samurai standing before Ye Xuan instantly froze, stopping all actions, with their constricted pupils filled with an uncontainable terror.

In a mere motion, seven elite samurai of the Sword God Association perished on the spot!

And Ye Xuan’s figure disappeared once more.

All the surviving samurai felt a chilling coldness throughout their bodies, as if they could clearly sense that their lives hadn’t belonged to them the moment they laid eyes on Ye Xuan!

Unfeeling and silent slaughter, quietly unfolding in the dark.

Unknown, blood-soaked indifference.

Almost every second, several living souls bid farewell to this world.

In less than a minute.

Ye Xuan returned to Chang Guchuan.

The bloody scent hadn’t yet spread, but those dozens of samurai, without exception, lay in pools of blood, their terror-filled eyes lifeless.

As if in the moments before death, they dared not believe that such a powerful person existed in this world.

Human?

No, he must not be human!

Chang Guchuan’s eyes were about to burst.

"This..."

Staring at the lifeless corpses, Chang Guchuan’s eyes opened wide, his aged, deep-set eyes filled with dullness and fear.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness churned mercilessly within him.

The young man standing before him was as towering and imposing as Mount Tai, needing no more words, the invisible pressure he emitted was enough to suffocate!

Invincible.

This young man is invincible!

"No... please don’t kill me..."

Chang Guchuan shivered violently, awaking, hurriedly kneeling before Ye Xuan, speaking in terror: "Ye Xuan, please don’t kill me, don’t kill me!"

Ye Xuan looked coldly at Chang Guchuan, the mocking curve on his lips growing stronger.

Chang Guchuan pleaded repeatedly: "I was wrong, please, give me one more chance, I will help you find Chiba Sakurako, I will help Sakurako reclaim all that belongs to her!"

This time, Chang Guchuan was indeed speaking the truth.

People like him are the typical opportunists, swaying whichever way the wind blows stronger, seeing Ye Xuan’s display of strength, he wouldn’t cling to Uedoban Hong to die, right?

Chang Guchuan had decided, he would devote his remaining life to Ye Xuan and Chiba Sakurako.

But...

"I’m sorry, I’m not in the habit of forgiving evil."

Ye Xuan squinted his eyes, smiling harmlessly: "Those who are unjust, die!"

As Ye Xuan’s cold and oppressive voice resounded, the temperature of the entire factory suddenly plummeted to freezing.

Bitter cold, suffocating!

Chang Guchuan felt a lump in his throat, unable to speak again, only staring intently at Ye Xuan, his deep, old eyes filled with fear and regret, then clutching his bleeding throat, he fell to the ground dead with extreme unwillingness.

If everything could start over, Chang Guchuan would choose righteousness.

But reality is cold, there’s never a cure for regret in this world.

If to blame, he could only blame himself for underestimating Ye Xuan.

He never imagined that after the Sword God’s fall, everyone who once relied on his protection chose to betray, yet this man who killed the Sword God, crossed the ocean, traveled thousands of miles from Yan Country to the Northern Federation, to rescue Chiba Sakurako.

Why?

Why, indeed?

Chang Guchuan died with endless regret and doubt, some things, even if he lived ten lifetimes more, he would never understand...