Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1878 - 1879: The Power of Bloodline

The words had not yet fallen.

Ye Xuan had already moved.

Unmoving as a mountain, moving like a thunderbolt!

Front and back, he seemed to have fundamentally transformed into a different person; the demoralized and weak aura was swept away, replaced by a power that resembled that of a Demon God, overwhelming everyone at the scene, feeling irresistibly powerful!

In an instant.

Ye Xuan, whose eyes were blood-red and filled with savagery, appears in front of Zhan Ying.

No fancy moves, he throws a punch.

A simple punch, seemingly carrying the weight of ten thousand pounds, with terrifying air currents raging on his fist, even causing the air to hum explosively.

Zhan Ying’s expression changes drastically, hastily regaining composure, not daring to underestimate, he raises his fist and meets him with full force.

Bang!

Punches collide, and a shockingly explosive sound echoes in the Palace; invisibly, a terrible airwave spreads, directly causing the ground within a dozen meters around them to crack inch by inch.

Debris splatters, piercing through the bodies of dozens, either dead or injured.

Such a scene was no less frightening than a missile descending from the sky!

Under the strong shockwave, Zhan Ying, as if heavily injured, grits his teeth with eyes about to burst, yet still fails to stabilize his stance, directly blown away dozens of meters.

His arm, which clashed with Ye Xuan, had already shredded its sleeve, veins were bulging, skin was cracking, and blood was pouring.

Unseen by others, inside his body, Zhan Ying could clearly perceive that at this moment, his organs had displaced, continuously shaking.

Just a little more.

Just a little more!

He, Zhan Ying, would be directly killed by Ye Xuan’s single, simple punch!!

"Urgh!"

Zhan Ying staggers and falls to the ground, his mighty frame shakes, with a pale face he uncontrollably spits out a mouthful of crimson blood, with internal organ fragments faintly mixed.

Severely injured on the spot!

Looking back at Ye Xuan.

He stands unmoving, like an indestructible spear, stable in his original spot, his aura, his presence not only undiminished but becoming more fervently intense.

He is still growing stronger!

"How could this be? Why is this happening?"

"It’s so frightening, this can’t be possible!"

"He was clearly already seriously injured, clearly a dying man, why did he suddenly seem reborn in flames? And seems... even more powerful than before!"

"No matter how heaven-defying the secret technique, it couldn’t be like this, right?"

"His current state is like madness, like a demon, with no sense at all, the whole person like a war machine, emotionless, not knowing pain, could it be... the power of bloodline?"

"Bloodline? What bloodline? God’s bloodline? Even God’s bloodline shouldn’t be this absurd, right?"

"..."

Seeing Ye Xuan’s insane and invincible power, the thousand people surrounding him all turned pale, inwardly frightened.

Such a situation, even they had never heard of!!

"Impossible, this is impossible!!"

The severely injured Zhan Ying further collapses in emotions with blood-red eyes.

In his eyes, Ye Xuan is simply an ant from the Mortal World, this ant, today guarding the pass against all comers, killing countless masters from various paths single-handedly, is already shocking him greatly, now showing this power, how can he believe it?

How dare he trust it?

This was an ant he could crush with his hand!!

But the facts speak louder than words, even if Zhan Ying is unwilling to accept it, he has to face reality, the current Ye Xuan does not allow the slightest underestimation!

Zhan Ying grits his teeth and finally draws his sword.

This was the first time he drew his sword after coming to the Northwest.

It was also the only time for battle in three years!

The heavy sword has no edge, great skill appears clumsy!

Zhan Ying holds the heavy sword and stands again, the Qi Gong within surging violently, the fierce and heavy air current instantly pushed to the extreme.

In a moment, Zhan Ying’s figure sways to three meters in front of Ye Xuan.

He grips the sword with both hands, jumps high, and the dense Qigong frantically rages.

"Slash!!"

A shout like thunder resonated, the edgeless heavy sword, carrying mountain-like power, directly strikes Ye Xuan’s forehead fiercely.

This was Zhan Ying’s strongest power, exerted with all his might, without reservation!

But, it was useless.

Because in the next second, everyone’s eyes on the scene clearly saw the frame seemingly frozen in time.

Behold!

Ye Xuan, bloodied, and with blood-red eyes, stands firmly, raising his hand above his head, lightly pinches the heavy, edgeless sword, effortlessly.

While Zhan Ying, holding the sword with both hands, is suspended in mid-air, with all Qigong unleashed, yet unable to let the heavy sword fall a fraction further.

What kind of scene was this?

It seemed like a martial arts blockbuster, but far more exaggerated than a movie!

Much like a recent powerless scene of Ye Xiaoying in front of Zhan Ying...

Zhan Ying, with his robe billowing without wind, looks mighty, yet everyone at this moment understands clearly, the ordinary and unfazed Ye Xuan is the strongest person present!

"How can this be? How can this be?"

How could Zhan Ying not know this reality? At this moment his mind is blank.

Astonishment, fear, suffocation, and other emotions filled every corner of his being, each pore exploding at this moment.

Zhan Ying watches as Ye Xuan, transformed into a war machine, smiles at him.

A very cruel smile.

Also, at the instant that smile unfolded.

Ye Xuan steps forward and punches.

A simple and brutal punch, steady and sure, appearing slowly yet quickly landing on Zhan Ying’s chest.

Bang!

The dull, loud sound echoes, Zhan Ying suspended in mid-air, despite having Qi Gong Protection, his chest instantly collapses, ruptures at the back, blood spurts on the spot.

Zhan Ying releases the heavy sword in his hand.

He ought to fly away quietly, dying silently.

But the furious Ye Xuan seems harboring immense anger against him. Without waiting for him to depart, he grabs his ankle, then...

Slams him forcefully to the ground.

Bang!

A sound like an explosion rings out, Ye Xuan’s foot causes the ground to crack inch by inch, debris flies, while Zhan Ying’s tall and strong body is directly slammed into a pile of meat paste.

Shattered, crushed bones!!

The entire scene falls into deadly silence.

The gruesome and bloodthirsty appearance of Ye Xuan, the bloody and cruel picture makes everyone instantly sober and calm.

"Run, quick run!"

"This person has gone mad, more courageous the more he fights, we are absolutely not his match, quick, run!"

"Retreat, quickly retreat!!"

"..."

Numerous people from all over the world, at this moment as if having a telepathic connection, all gave up on the treasures, each displaying their utmost speed, heading towards the passage gate.

They prepared to flee from the Ancient Tomb Ruins in one breath, escape the Northwest land.

They want to survive.

Unfortunately, they had not yet managed to reach the passage gate, Ye Xuan’s blood-drenched figure has inexplicably already blocked their way.

Everyone is startled.

Ye Xuan lifts his blood-soaked face, looks calmly at the crowd, with a sinister and bloodthirsty smile emerging once again.

The Dragon Blood Sword in his hand trembles slightly, the sword’s chant raging.

As the Demon God of this world, slaughtering all living beings!!