The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3390: What Kind of Attitude Is This? (Fourth Update)

Previously on The Divine Urban Physician...
Representatives from Martial God Mountain arrive at the Demon Suppression Hall, seeking an audience with Ye Chen, who senses a connection to Empress Xuanji Yue and suspects their intentions. Ye Chen delays his meeting with them until morning, instructing his subordinate to host them. Later, two of the Martial God Mountain disciples, Han Zui and Yun Hongchen, encounter Xiao Bai and You Ying Ghost Weasel, with Han Zui immediately recognizing them as ancient calamities and attacking, severely injuring You Ying Ghost Weasel.

Having been brought back to life by Ye Chen, his physical form was reconstructed with a hint of Reincarnation Energy, granting him a total metamorphosis. However, the sheer intensity of the Holy Ancestor Realm was far beyond his capacity to endure; a single strike sent him crashing to the earth, critically wounded.

"Junior Brother!"

Seeing the You Ying Ghost Weasel drenched in gore, Xiao Bai tumbled from her swing, her heart gripped by immediate terror.

"Senior Sister, you must flee..."

The You Ying Ghost Weasel’s voice was a ragged rasp. As blood welled up and filled his throat, every word he uttered produced crimson bubbles—a sight of pure misery.

"Sister Xue, Brother Ye Chen, please help me!"

Turning to run, Xiao Bai’s voice cracked with a sob as she screamed for salvation.

"Vile creature, where do you think you can hide!"

Han Zui watched her desperate flight with a momentary flicker of emotion, but his brow soon darkened. Fueled by a surge of murderous intent, he let out a primal roar that reached the heavens and swung his blade with lethal force:

"Divine Martial Earthshattering Strike!"

A malevolent sword light, saturated with the suffocating Battle Intent of a Martial God, erupted from Han Zui’s weapon.

Intent on ending Xiao Bai’s life, he held nothing back, unleashing the Divine Martial Earthshattering Strike—a secret Hongmeng Ancient Technique passed down through Martial God Mountain.

This technique, infused with limitless combat will, possessed enough power to make the firmament tremble.

As the blade descended, the world erupted in a roar; it felt as though the sky itself was shuddering under the intense vibrations.

Within the vast expanse of peaks and canyons, wildlife fled in terror as total disorder took hold.

"Xiao Bai is in danger!"

Deep within an ancient chamber of the Demon Suppression Hall, Xia Ruoxue’s eyes snapped open, her graceful features instantly paling with alarm.

Even though Xiao Bai was far away in the mountain depths beyond the reach of her voice, their bloodline connection allowed Xia Ruoxue to instantly perceive the peril.

"Bright Moon in the Sky, descend!"

In that desperate second, Xia Ruoxue cried out, calling upon the Bright Moon Heavenly Book. Shimmering strands of frigid moonlight surged from her body, racing toward the world outside.

Woo woo woo!

Suddenly, a piercing gale swept across the landscape.

The once blue heavens were swallowed by an abrupt, ink-black darkness.

Night fell prematurely as a radiant moon ascended, usurping the sun’s place to hang prominently in the sky.

Everyone within the Demon Suppression Hall watched in absolute disbelief and awe at the celestial spectacle.

In the heart of the forest, a beam of pure Taiqing Moonlight bathed Xiao Bai.

Bang!

Han Zui’s world-shaking sword blast struck the pillar of moonlight but failed to move it; instead, the sword qi was shattered and dispersed.

"The Bright Moon Heavenly Book!"

Han Zui’s face twisted as he recognized the divine authority of the Bright Moon Heavenly Book.

A mere shaft of moonlight had completely neutralized his most powerful strike.

The legendary Heavenly Book was as formidable as the myths suggested—utterly defying logic and reason.

"Sister Xue..."

Having narrowly avoided a lethal blow, Xiao Bai sank to the ground, her eyes brimming with tears.

Bathed in the lunar glow, her hair was a mess and her clothes were torn, making her look even more heartbroken.

Seeing this, Han Zui felt his pulse quicken. His eyes widened and his throat went dry as he stared blankly at her.

"Senior Brother, you’ve lost your focus!"

Standing by his side, Yun Hongchen heard Han Zui’s racing heart and immediately realized he was being affected.

"Impudent monster, you dare to bewitch my Senior Brother? You seek death!"

Yun Hongchen screamed, drawing the Amber Red Dark Silk from her waist. She lashed out, and the silk unfurled like a crimson cloud, carrying a searing heat as it lunged toward Xiao Bai.

This Amber Red Dark Silk was a Thirty-Three Heavenly Hongmeng Supreme Treasure. It held Innate Fire Qi, making it a deadly weapon specifically designed to destroy demonic bloodlines.

Though protected by the moon's power, Xiao Bai’s bloodline was vulnerable; an attack like this would leave her broken even if she survived.

"Who dares lay a hand on my Pet Beast?"

Just then, a chilling voice echoed through the air.

Amidst the lunar radiance, a woman of ethereal, divine beauty drifted down from the heavens—it was Xia Ruoxue.

With a flick of her sleeve, the moonlight surged and solidified into a silken banner, which swiped away Yun Hongchen’s Amber Red Dark Silk with a single gust.

Yun Hongchen was stunned. Looking at the elegant, peerless Xia Ruoxue, she felt as if she were facing a Heavenly Maiden. Xia Ruoxue’s aura was as cold as the moon, and one look was enough to make Yun Hongchen feel inferior and small.

"Sister Xue!"

At the sight of Xia Ruoxue, Xiao Bai lost all composure, lunging into her arms and weeping hysterically.

"You are safe now."

Xia Ruoxue stroked her head gently, her own face somewhat drained of color.

She was still in the middle of her secluded recovery and had not yet regained her full strength. Forcing herself into action had thrown her spirit and blood into chaos, causing her internal organs to ache.

"Who are you to cause such a disturbance at the Demon Suppression Hall?"

Xia Ruoxue’s gaze grew frigid as she looked at the pair. When her eyes settled on Han Zui’s lustful stare, her heart filled with disgust.

"Hmph, a man with a corrupted soul. To be so mesmerized by a young girl that your Divine Soul is in disarray... what depravity. Filthy creature, submit to my suppression!"

Xia Ruoxue spat coldly. She waved her hand, ignoring the strain on her body, and released a beam of moonlight that transformed into a crushing tidal wave aimed at Han Zui.

Rumble!

The Void shook violently under the pressure of the lunar tide, echoing the sound of collapsing mountains and surging seas.

Startled into reality, Han Zui saw the approaching wave and—without hesitation—grabbed Yun Hongchen and pulled her in front of him to serve as a human shield.

Bang!

The full weight of Xia Ruoxue’s strike slammed into Yun Hongchen.

"Senior Brother..."

Yun Hongchen stared at Han Zui in shock. A "pfft" sound escaped her as she coughed up a spray of blood. Gravely injured, she collapsed into a heap, never imagining her beloved Senior Brother would sacrifice her so coldly.

Xia Ruoxue was horrified by the sight. She gritted her teeth and glared at Han Zui, saying, "You are a monster!"

As she prepared to strike again, a metallic sweetness filled her throat. Blood trickled from her lips; because her True Yuan was depleted, the strain of the battle had triggered a severe internal backlash.

Seeing this, Han Zui’s eyes lit up with predatory excitement.

In her weakened state—breath shallow, chest heaving, and face pale—Xia Ruoxue possessed a tragic beauty. Combined with the helpless Xiao Bai in her arms, the sight was intoxicating to him.

Looking at the two beauties, Han Zui’s heart raced with malice. He shouted, "You dared to hurt my Junior Sister! I will make you pay for this!"

Raising his sword, he charged forward like a madman, aiming his blade directly at Xia Ruoxue’s chest.

"Halt!"

Suddenly, a heroic figure wielding a Purple Gold Battle Spear arrived on the scene.

It was Ye Lingtian.

When the Bright Moon Heavenly Book turned day into night, he had sensed the upheaval and raced to the source.

Seeing Han Zui on the verge of a killing blow, he was struck with shock and lunged forward with his spear to intercept.

Clang!

The weapons collided. Ye Lingtian was knocked back three paces by the impact, while Han Zui didn't budge an inch.

"Young Master Han, what is the meaning of this?"

Ye Lingtian’s eyes were cold as he glared at Han Zui with fury.

That strike from Han Zui had been heavy and full of lethal intent—it was clearly meant to kill.