Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1795 - 1796: Battle Against Qiao Tianzhao

Mad, mad.

Everyone has gone mad!

The people from the Four Great Sects were left speechless when they saw everyone from the other three sects instantly enter this state of madness.

Have they lost their minds? Do they all have a death wish?

These are important figures from the Hidden Dragon!!

The grand scene was now utterly uncontrolled.

The noisy sounds, the frenzied atmosphere, countless questioning voices from all directions, made Qiao Tianzhao’s head feel like it was exploding, and fear gripped his heart.

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, hadn’t experienced it himself, he could hardly believe that this group of Martial Arts ants dared to treat him like this.

What are their intentions? What are their intentions!

Have they gotten tired of living?

Are they no longer afraid of the Hidden Dragon?

Impudent!!

Under immense psychological pressure, Qiao Tianzhao was ablaze with anger.

Questions he couldn’t answer only made him even more ashamed and furious. In his anger, he could only shout, "Silence, be silent for me! I belong to the Hidden Dragon. Daring to question me in such a manner is an offense against the Hidden Dragon, it’s seeking death!"

No one paid any attention. Instead, the uproar grew even louder.

Like a raging fire that cannot be stopped, it only burns brighter, never extinguishing into thin air.

Qiao Tianzhao’s face turned red, infuriated, beside himself with rage.

Finally, he turned to glare at Ye Xuan, his face already twisted into a snarl: "Ye Xuan, what do you mean? I’m questioning you, yet you turn around to question me. What is your intent? Do you want to oppose the Hidden Dragon?"

Ye Xuan chuckled lightly, "I had no intention to offend the Hidden Dragon, and you do not represent the Hidden Dragon. But if the Hidden Dragon insists on being unreasonable and distorting right and wrong..."

Ye Xuan shook the Dragon Blood Sword in his hand.

The sound of the sword’s chant thundered like a storm!

At the same time, his forceful and resolute voice rang out again: "I fear not to oppose the Hidden Dragon!"

Fearless!!

"You... you..."

Hearing Ye Xuan’s response, Qiao Tianzhao was stunned, pointing at Ye Xuan for a long moment, unable to utter a word.

Is this something a human would say? Is this something a human dares to say?

Ye Xuan, do you understand what kind of existence the Hidden Dragon is?

Do you know what terrifying powers the people of Hidden Dragon possess?

Since ancient times, not only you, Ye Xuan, but even the entire Martial Arts world has lived under the divine might of the Hidden Dragon. With just a thought from the Hidden Dragon, the Martial Arts would cease to exist.

The Hidden Dragon is the god of the Martial Arts.

Yet you dare to defy the majesty of a god?

Do you intend to overthrow the laws, to subvert heaven and earth?

Before coming, Qiao Tianzhao could never have imagined things would escalate to this point, that Ye Xuan would dare to be so unbridled and reckless!

Yet since he had come, having already made his stance known, could he really retreat now because of the cries of these ants?

If so, where would his, Qiao Tianzhao’s, dignity lie?

His mission this time was also to kill Ye Xuan. If he returned without Ye Xuan’s head, how could he withstand his family’s wrath?

"Good, good, good!"

Qiao Tianzhao laughed in his anger, staring coldly at Ye Xuan, and said furiously: "A brave one indeed to fear not the Hidden Dragon, such a heroic youth! Today, I shall bury you here! You, all of you, will be buried together!"

His words fell.

Boom!

A terrifying aura, unimaginably powerful to those present, erupted from Qiao Tianzhao’s body, immediately shattering most of the platform made of reinforced concrete.

The crowd was terrified, their faces drained of color.

The fevered atmosphere cooled considerably.

Everyone recognized in that moment the overwhelming strength of Qiao Tianzhao, far beyond Zhao Xunjian. If he wished, he could probably destroy the entire Martial Arts world by himself.

What are three thousand people to him?

Even five thousand, eight thousand, or ten thousand, in front of him, they might only have a chance to stare at their doom!

Under this oppressive aura, Ye Xiaoying, Qin Yitian, and Hao Datong on the platform all felt their scalps tingle and were gripped with fear.

But.

The three of them still resolutely stepped forward.

Hao Datong said gravely, "Master Qiao, if you insist on being unreasonable, today, even if we are to be buried in a sea of blood, we will fight with you to the last moment!"

The three thousand people below, though fearful, did not retreat at this time. They stepped forward, eyes firmly fixed on Qiao Tianzhao.

Qiao Tianzhao grinned maliciously, just about to start a massacre.

Yet at this moment.

Ye Xuan raised his hand, stopping everyone from being reckless.

Qiao Tianzhao looked at Ye Xuan in disbelief and confusion.

Ye Xuan also gazed at him lightly, chuckling as he spoke, "To all those righteous people holding true to the right path, Ye Xuan thanks you. But this mere Qiao Tianzhao does not require everyone to give their all."

The three thousand from the three sects looked towards Ye Xuan with a mix of surprise and worry.

Ye Xuan squinted, his voice turning even colder: "I alone am enough!"

No sooner had he spoken.

Boom!

The ground beneath Ye Xuan’s feet shattered three feet deep!

His figure shot up like a cannonball, Dragon Blood Sword in hand, charging towards Qiao Tianzhao.

Swift, fierce, murderous intent shook the heavens!

Of course, the crowd did not see Ye Xuan’s figure; it was Qiao Tianzhao who saw it.

Watching the wild figure charging at him, Qiao Tianzhao’s white eyebrows slightly twitched, a trace of amazement flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"Courting death!"

Qiao Tianzhao shouted angrily, clenching his fists as surging torrents of air erupted from his body, quickly gathering onto his fists.

With these iron fists, he had crushed countless lives, including some Qigong masters from the Hidden Dragon!

Ye Xuan arrived in front of Qiao Tianzhao, slashing out with a simple stroke.

Qiao Tianzhao showed no fear, meeting it head-on with his fists.

Clang!

Iron fists clashed with the sword, a dull loud sound echoed, and faintly, a powerful stream of air swept across.

Thud, thud, thud!

Ye Xuan retreated step by step, each step leaving a deep print, his posture appearing slightly frantic.

Yet Qiao Tianzhao stood firm like a mountain, completely unmoving!

Seeing Ye Xuan’s Dragon Blood Sword still trembling slightly, Qiao Tianzhao sneered tauntingly, "You alone are enough?"

Ye Xuan grinned.

Clang!

Without hesitation, he plunged the Dragon Blood Sword into the ground.

His figure flickered, Ye Xuan appeared again in front of Qiao Tianzhao.

Throwing a punch, straightforward and unadorned.

"Even wielding a sword you are no match for me, and you think you can face me with your fists? Ridiculous!"

Qiao Tianzhao sneered viciously, greeting him with iron fists.

Their fists collided, neither side dodging.

Boom!

The dull, horrific explosion echoed, air vibrated, the platform shattered, an undeniably astonishing scene.

Yet this time, Ye Xuan did not take a step back.

He even seemed slightly relaxed, mocking.

As for Qiao Tianzhao, at this moment, his face had turned ashen, his pupils filled with an expression of shock...