Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1877 - 1878: Ye Xuan Falls to the Devil Path

The already lifeless atmosphere was pushed to its extreme suppression as Ye Xiaoying’s words fell.

Tense, taut.

It’s not that they weren’t accustomed to life and death, but rather an instinctive kind of emotional stirring.

Such a peerless beauty, possessing incredibly high strength, yet she was willing to sacrifice everything for this one man, so decisively.

Why?

For what reason?

What virtue or capability does this man have?

Knowing full well that, in such a situation, even an Immortal would find it difficult to save this gravely injured man, why does she insist on doing so, what difference is it from accompanying him in death?

Is she a fool?!

Even Zhan Ying was taken aback for a moment upon hearing these words.

Coming to his senses, the gloom on his face born from the sudden death of his subordinate gradually faded, replaced by a cold sneer: "Woman, you are not my opponent."

Ye Xiaoying’s face was expressionless: "So what?"

Zhan Ying shook his head and said: "Doing this is meaningless, in the end, you will only waste your life for him."

Ye Xiaoying: "It’s none of your business!"

Zhan Ying frowned and said: "I don’t like killing women, but if you insist, don’t blame me for being ruthless with my sword!"

Ye Xiaoying gripped the long sword tightly in her hand, saying no more, but the cold gaze directed at Zhan Ying said it all.

She and Ye Xuan, live and die together!!

"Good, very good!" Seeing Ye Xiaoying’s decisive posture, Zhan Ying laughed maniacally: "In that case, I’ll fulfill your wish!"

As the words fell.

Boom!

Zhan Ying’s robust body shook, and an exceedingly majestic torrent of air erupted from his body, so powerful that it split the ground beneath him three feet deep!

The scene was terrifying!!

And as Ye Xiaoying sensed Zhan Ying’s exceedingly formidable aura, the heaviness on her delicate face grew even more intense.

She dared not slack in the slightest, the Qigong within her surged dramatically, tightly clutching the sword in her hand.

Suddenly.

Ye Xiaoying moved.

To take the initiative!

Knowing full well the terror of Zhan Ying, she knew the only way to defeat him was to catch him off guard and, in an instant, unleash her pinnacle strength.

Three Sword Styles.

As soon as she moved, Ye Xiaoying immediately unleashed the Three Sword Styles.

Sword shadows surged like a tide, extremely fast!

In just a moment, Ye Xiaoying, wielding a monstrous tide of sword shadows, fiercely and swiftly closed in on Zhan Ying, with determined killing intent, ready to die!

This attack, magnificent and fierce, astounded the world.

Especially Lou Yaoyao watching on the sidelines, her face couldn’t help but show a look of shock seeing this scene: "Is this Ye Xiaoying really a novice in Qigong?"

Indeed, Ye Xiaoying, upon breaking into the realm of Qigong, immediately rushed to aid Ye Xuan.

Yet her control over the power of Qigong, perfectly combined with the proficiency of her swordsmanship, made her seem nothing like a novice in Qigong, and more like an old master with decades of Qigong experience.

What kind of talent is this?

Her understanding in Martial Arts, how terrifying could it be?

Hope ignited in Lou Yaoyao’s heart, seeing such a scene, the more astonishing Ye Xiaoying’s performance was, the greater Ye Xuan’s chances of survival!

But in just a moment, Lou Yaoyao’s heart turned cold once more.

Truly, Ye Xiaoying’s growth was astounding.

But Lou Yaoyao could also see that Ye Xiaoying’s Qigong power at this moment was ultimately still thin, no matter how gifted, she couldn’t possibly be Zhan Ying’s match.

Indeed!

When Ye Xiaoying’s all-out sword strike fell.

Zhan Ying remained unmoved, his stance like a spear, yet also like a mountain.

Ye Xiaoying’s sword never made contact with his body but hovered in mid-air, halted in progress.

Because, Zhan Ying’s two fingers, seemingly brimming with endless power, steadily pinched Ye Xiaoying’s sword, rendering it incapable of approaching him any further.

The disparity in power was evident at a glance!

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out, as Ye Xiaoying’s longsword was abruptly snapped by Zhan Ying.

Bang!

A muffled sound rang out and Ye Xiaoying’s abdomen suffered a knee strike, the overwhelming force directly sent her flying away.

Landing squarely in front of Ye Xuan.

"Ugh!"

Ye Xiaoying was severely wounded, coughing up blood in public.

Witnessing this, others were shaken, seeing Ye Xiaoying’s suddenly pale face, many even felt their hearts ache.

Such a beauty, was it worth it?

Of course, no one would stage a hero saving the damsel in distress scene out of pity.

They always remembered their objective here, beauties, no matter how enchanting, were nothing compared to the treasures in the Ancient Tomb Ruins!

Zhan Ying casually tossed aside the half-broken sword caught between his fingers, his gaze coldly fixed on Ye Xiaoying: "So young, with such achievement, you are indeed a genius of a generation, given a few more years, you might not have been my match."

Ye Xiaoying clenched her teeth, forcing herself to suppress the raging energy and blood within, her eyes burning with madness, looking at Zhan Ying with not a hint of retreat.

She bit her lip, stood up, gripping the broken sword, unwilling to let go.

"Pity, many geniuses die young, you are no exception."

Zhan Ying squinted, a war-crazed, bloodthirsty grin on his lips, clenched his massive fist, ready to crush Ye Xiaoying.

Ye Xiaoying’s beautiful eyes reddened, swearing to protect the man behind her to the death.

Even if it meant bleeding out the last drop, she wouldn’t abandon, wouldn’t leave this man!

Yet at this moment.

Boom!

In the extreme silence, a heavy roar sounded without warning.

Zhan Ying’s complexion changed drastically.

The thousands present were also struck with horror.

All eyes converged, seeing the young man kneeling behind Ye Xiaoying, his robe swelling without wind!

His eyes, crimson as blood.

His gaze, brutal, bloodthirsty!

His muscles, at this moment, swelling and pulsating, an utmost dangerous aura wreaking havoc from within him.

Overwhelming fury, earth-shattering Killing Aura!!

Suddely.

Within the palace, a fierce wind rose!

Everyone clearly felt, the young man kneeling on the ground, inexplicably emanated an extremely terrifying suction force, as if it was going to devour everything in this world.

Just recently, he was on the brink of death, yet at this moment, he made people feel as strong and invincible as a deity or demon!

"What’s going on? This... What is this?"

"What’s happening to him? Could it be some secret technique?"

"He seems to be regaining power, and it’s more terrifying than before by countless degrees!"

"..."

The crowd was in turmoil, the atmosphere restless.

An inexplicable sense of awe arose in everyone’s hearts.

Zhan Ying’s pupils contracted tightly, staring fixedly at Ye Xuan, his body unable to help but feel tense.

The Lou Xinyu siblings, seeing such a scene, were also horrified, unable to comprehend what was going on.

Suddenly, Lou Xinyu snapped back to reality, speaking in a solemn voice: "Retreat, let’s retreat quickly, Ye Xuan has lost his sanity, today, no one here will survive!"

Lou Xinyu didn’t give Lou Yaoyao a chance to react, directly dragging her away.

And at this moment, the long-silent Ye Xuan, kneeling on the ground, slowly stood up.

A voice without ripples, somewhat hoarse, reverberated.

"You all, must die!"

As the voice fell.

Boom!

An almost indescribable terrifying aura fully erupted from Ye Xuan’s body.

Aftermath of war, unleashing!!