Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1838 - 1839: Innate War God

The heart of a woman is like a needle at the bottom of the sea!

From beginning to end, Ye Xuan could never understand Ye Xiaoying’s inner thoughts.

If you say she’s trying to torment Ye Xuan, the action of buttoning back his shirt already shows she has no such intention.

But to say she’s trying to seduce Ye Xuan seems equally unrealistic.

Why?

Is it possible?

Ye Xuan hasn’t forgotten that day in the courtyard when he asked Ye Xiaoying if she had feelings for him, and Ye Xiaoying’s firm and decisive answer.

Impossible.

She said, impossible...

Ye Xiaoying covered that captivating glimpse of spring, Ye Xuan’s mind was no longer restless, but instead felt a subtle sense of helplessness and sorrow quietly rising in his heart.

"Hoo—"

Ye Xuan let out a heavy breath, still unable to relieve that heavy mood.

Unable to cut the ties, the confusion remains.

Words unspoken are always too many.

Since then, although Ye Xuan and Ye Xiaoying sat together, they no longer spoke a word, as if they were strangers who had never met.

The long road is endless, the heart is lonely and cold.

...

Northwest, snow flying everywhere!

At a glance, there are lofty snow mountains in the distance, seemingly reaching the heavenly court, grand and magnificent, overwhelming in power.

Beneath the mountains, the ground is also covered with snow, all visible surfaces are pure white, for those who love selfies, this place is nothing short of an Immortal Realm.

However, at this moment in this snow-white ’Immortal Realm’, there’s not a trace of celestial essence to be found, only a thick sense of killing intent running rampant.

The reason is that a man in his thirties is confronting a group of Western-faced, strange-looking people.

Both sides are confronting each other, the atmosphere is tense.

The man standing alone, with a tiger’s back and bear’s waist, extraordinary momentum, dressed in heavy and rough hemp clothing, carrying a heavy sword, standing on this snowy ground like a long spear or a great mountain, possessing a bit of the aura of a domineering lord.

He looked indifferently at the group of people in front of him, a disdainful and fierce fighting smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Standing before this man, the group was very bizarre.

They wore very little, as if born unafraid of the cold, their eyes were uniformly scarlet, their skin pale, eyes deep-set, now staring at the Eastern man before them, their eyes each revealing a greedy bloodthirsty intent, their mouths twisting to expose four sharp, terrifying fangs!

They looked exactly like vampires from movies!

"Zhan Ying!"

Amid the cold, oppressive atmosphere, the leading man among them coldly looked at Zhan Ying and spoke: "A year ago, you killed more than thirty of my vampire clan. Today in the Northwest, we will make you repay with blood!"

"Just you guys?"

Zhan Ying casually glanced over the vampires, chuckled disdainfully: "It’s not to look down on you, but if it’s just your kind, you wouldn’t even qualify for me to draw my sword."

"Boasting like that will get you killed!"

At these humiliating words, the numerous vampires immediately became furious, baring their fangs that could pierce anything in the world, rushing fiercely toward Zhan Ying.

They were fast, as fast as lightning!

At the same time, when they launched their attack, they emitted a very strange sound wave, sharp and piercing, causing one’s mind to be chaotic, brain buzzing.

If a normal person were present, just this sound would be enough to make them lose their spirit, even causing qi to spew from their seven orifices!

Yet Zhan Ying, hearing these sounds, was completely undisturbed, because the powerful currents residing within him had long since enveloped him completely, isolating all external interference.

Seeing those vampires charging like bats leaving their cave, Zhan Ying licked his lips, his fierce fighting intent surging.

A vampire approached Zhan Ying’s side, intending to grab his neck and bite fiercely.

"Die!"

Zhan Ying shouted violently, sending out a heavy punch.

Bang!

The sound of an explosion boomed, and the vampire close to Zhan Ying was suddenly punched into a blood mist, dyeing the surrounding air red.

What a terrifying punch!

At the same time.

Zhan Ying’s figure moved too.

Still as a mountain, moving like thunder!

His speed wasn’t exaggeratedly fast, every vampire could see him, but his momentum was like unresistable thunder in a clear sky.

Everyone could see his figure clearly, but no one could withstand his simple, brutal assault!

Bang bang bang!

One explosive sound after another rang out continuously.

One vampire after another charged forward, becoming one blood mist after another, dyeing the air within hundreds of meters and staining what should have been a white snowfield.

The snowfield turned into a field of blood.

Zhan Ying made good his words; he never once drew the heavy sword on his back.

He was invincible, peerless; though any of these vampires could crush the entire Martial Arts world, before him they were like ants, unable to withstand a single punch.

He seemed born for battle, a natural War God!!

Front and back, less than half a minute.

An encounter, already concluded.

This barely counted as a battle, as it was merely Zhan Ying alone crushing over a dozen vampires, effortlessly, without any ripples.

It’s hard to imagine, should Zhan Ying draw his sword, what kind of power he would display!

"A group of things not quite human nor ghost, dare to wish for a battle with me? Ridiculous." As the storm calmed, Zhan Ying casually glanced around, chuckled disdainfully.

At this moment.

A young man dressed in black approached Zhan Ying silently, bowed and cupped his fists, speaking solemnly: "Master Zhan Ying, there’s new information."

Zhan Ying: "Speak."

The young man said: "Our group just found out that this treasure not only attracted vampires, but also caught the attention of Lou Xinyu and his sister."

"Lou Xinyu, Lou Yaoyao?" Hearing this, Zhan Ying frowned, his expression grew serious.

The young man spoke solemnly: "Master Zhan Ying, the brother and sister are each mad in their own way, killing without blinking, and their power in Hidden Dragon is among the young elites. Competing with them, we might..."

"Compete and lose, but do they dare kill me?" Zhan Ying smirked, his brow relaxed: "Hmph, the treasure is filled with countless mechanisms, it’s not that their strength is great that they will certainly be the last winners!"

"Master Zhan Ying... indeed speaks wisely." The young man dared not say more.

Zhan Ying: "Is there any other news?"

"Yes!" The young man spoke solemnly: "Just now, the Second Young Master sent word that Ye Xuan is also on his way to the Northwest, and wants us to bring back the treasure along with Ye Xuan’s head to present to him!"