Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1674: The Death of Du Bianhong

It’s undeniable that Watanabe Hiroshi is very smart.

Chiba Sakurako is gravely injured, and in such a situation, she has become nothing but a burden. To deal with such a formidable Ye Xuan, the only way is to use Chiba Sakurako as a distraction!

Upon hearing Watanabe Hiroshi’s command, the members of the Sword God Association immediately turned their attention to Chiba Sakurako and then charged towards her with overwhelming momentum.

"Kill!"

The former Northern Federation goddess had now become the target everyone wanted to hunt.

Chiba Sakurako lay peacefully among the flowers, her beautiful eyes barely open, smelling the rich scent of flowers and blood in the air. No matter how fierce the enemies were, she didn’t react at all, nor did she turn her head to take another look.

As if she were already dead.

Or perhaps she had an immense trust in the man who was protecting her...

Several samurai were about to approach Chiba Sakurako.

But at that moment.

The shine of a blade suddenly appeared!

The pupils of those samurai shrank in unison, their bodies instantly stiffened, and the katanas in their hands lost all their killing power.

Before them appeared a man as if by supernatural speed.

Ye Xuan!

Swish!

With Ye Xuan’s sudden appearance, the countless samurai charging like a tidal wave all stopped in their tracks, their faces pale with fear as they looked at Ye Xuan, not daring to advance a single step.

This was a fear that came from the soul, a tremor!

What does ’holding ground alone’ mean?

What does ’blocking thousands’ mean?

At this moment, Ye Xuan was the one holding ground alone, blocking thousands!

Drip!

A drop of crimson blood slid off the katana in Ye Xuan’s hand, breaking the ultimate silence and suffocating stillness.

Thud thud thud!

The stiffened samurai in front of Ye Xuan finally fell to the ground, completely lifeless.

The samurai were startled awake, their gazes shifting chaotically. Seeing the sea of flowers now filled with corpses, none felt a chill down their spine, as if their lives were being controlled by the man before them.

They all turned towards Watanabe Hiroshi, hoping he would make a wise decision in this extremely terrifying moment.

"Retreat, retreat!"

Watanabe Hiroshi’s face was already pale as he unhesitatingly gave orders under the gaze of all those eyes, then...

Turned and ran.

The strength was simply not on the same level; anyone who continued would be a fool!

But...

Led by Watanabe Hiroshi, the members of the Sword God Association hadn’t run far when a cold voice came from the air: "You said you were going to cleanse the organization, but it’s only halfway through. How can it end like this?"

Watanabe Hiroshi froze, quickly stopping his steps, staring intently at the man who inexplicably appeared a short distance ahead, almost suffocating.

Is he human or ghost?

Is he human or ghost?

In an instant, he moved from east to west, could he... could he instantly teleport?

Before Watanabe Hiroshi could react.

Ye Xuan’s figure shifted again not far away.

He disappeared again, unpredictable!

The next second, he appeared again.

The flash of the blade.

Over a dozen lives were once again mercilessly harvested by him.

The increasingly bloody massacre resumed.

The Sword God Association, which could cover the sky with one hand in the Northern Federation, renowned as the pinnacle of the entire Northern Federation martial arts, was now, before Ye Xuan, like ants easily crushed underfoot, unable to escape their fate!

In just under three minutes!

Even the strongest in the Sword God Association now, Watanabe Hiroshi, was completely at a loss, hands tightly gripping the katana, not knowing what to do.

His blade was fast, but what use was that?

He couldn’t even grasp where his enemy was, so should he randomly slash at the air?

As time passed.

The hundreds of members of the Sword God Association lay fallen, none survived!

Watanabe Hiroshi, drenched in cold sweat, eyes burning with rage yet choked up, stared at the mountain of corpses before him, the blood-drenched sea of flowers, feeling his mind turn blank, forgetting who he was, forgetting who Ye Xuan was.

He forgot the shape and rules of the world.

How could there be such a terrifying person in this world?

His speed, his power, everything he possessed, why was it all so unsolvable?

On this planet, who else could compete with him?

The Sword God was slain by him with a single sword.

But how many in the world could possibly withstand his sword?

In the extremely numb gaze of Watanabe Hiroshi, Ye Xuan came before him.

Watanabe Hiroshi was astonished: "I... I..."

He never had the chance to speak again.

Because his neck was already severed by Ye Xuan’s katana.

Watanabe Hiroshi fell to the ground in terror, clutching his neck, unwilling and shocked until death, unable to believe that there could be a man in this world so terrifyingly powerful...

From when Ye Xuan put down Chiba Sakurako until now, only ten minutes had passed.

Ten minutes!

Hundreds of samurai from the Sword God Association were all dead!

Perhaps it’s not even considered dying in battle, as throughout, they almost took no action, simply dying one after another.

With Watanabe Hiroshi’s fall, everything seemed to have ended.

Ye Xuan stood proudly, katana in hand, dripping with fresh blood, but if anyone looked closely, they’d see that all over him, only the sword was stained with enemy blood.

Passed through an entire army, not a drop of blood on him!

What kind of terrifying power is this?

No one knows.

Perhaps those who know are already dead...

"Whew——"

In the dead silence of death, Ye Xuan let out a heavy sigh, finally suppressing the violent and vicious emotions within him.

Once he confirmed there was no danger of post-war trauma erupting, Ye Xuan casually tossed the katana aside, and walked towards Chiba Sakurako.

Chiba Sakurako was still awake.

She wanted to close her eyes and rest peacefully, but she dared not.

Who knows, if she closed her eyes, Ye Xuan might perform that damned CPR again?

Seeing Ye Xuan approaching, Chiba Sakurako showed a grateful smile on her pale face: "Thank you."

Ye Xuan gently picked up Chiba Sakurako, stepping over the bodies on the ground, heading towards the city, and said with a smile: "Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for helping me cleanse the organization." Chiba Sakurako said bitterly: "The Sword God Association now is no longer the one it once was; people’s hearts have changed. Without you, I’m afraid I couldn’t eradicate these scourges in a lifetime."

"Just a simple effort."

Ye Xuan smiled indifferently, inevitably sighing in his heart.

Imagine the Sword God, a hero of the era!

He flourished for decades, single-handedly supporting Northern Federation martial arts, yet soon after his death, all he struggled for in life was squandered by those in the Sword God Association.

Today, the members of the Sword God Association almost entirely wiped out!

Was it only the Sword God Association that was destroyed?

No, it was the entire Northern Federation martial arts!