The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3409: Are You Connected to the Samsara Master? (Third Update)

Regrettably, the ancient battlefield meticulously crafted by Ren Feifan exists as a unique dimension. Because its aura differs fundamentally from the external world, Ye Chen’s bloodline is unable to manifest its energy, preventing his comprehension from deepening.

“Ah!”

While lost in thought, a blood-curdling scream jolted Ye Chen’s spirit back to reality.

Chen Xuanyu was spotted desperately fleeing toward the exit in an attempt to escape. However, a man clad in red robes suddenly materialized, radiating a boundless, surging killing intent. With a swift motion, the red-robed figure unsheathed his blade and ran it through Chen Xuanyu’s heart.

Strands of Asura Ghost Qi swirled around this man, whose facial features were sharp and predatory.

“Mo Xueming, it is you!”

Ye Chen’s pupils contracted as he identified the man in red. It was indeed Mo Xueming—or rather, an avatar possessing the aura of the mid-stage Holy Ancestor Realm.

“Hehe, Ye Chen, it has been a long time.”

As Mo Xueming retracted his blade, Chen Xuanyu’s body convulsed. Enveloped by a sudden eruption of blood essence, he collapsed instantly.

Within a few seconds, his form dissolved into a crimson mist.

He had completely perished from this world.

Radiant layers of Hongmeng Treasure Light began to flow from the remains, all of which were absorbed into his axe.

The weapon erupted with a magnificent Divine Radiance. Swirling with Radiant Energy, it manifested into a colossal Black Tortoise Divine Beast. As the beast crouched upon the earth, the ground seemed to shudder; it raised its head and let out a low bellow, sending sound waves vibrating through the hearts of all present.

“It seems my luck is holding out, as I have arrived at the perfect moment.”

With a smirk, Mo Xueming gestured, causing the axe to fly into the air and hover behind him. The massive Xuanwu Illusion coiled within the Void, radiating an incredibly daunting pressure.

This was the Xuanwu Sky-opening Axe!

One of the legendary Four Symbols Secret Treasures, it possessed power enough to forge heaven and earth.

By slaying Chen Xuanyu, the axe had been forced into total submission, becoming Mo Xueming's magic treasure.

Reflected in the light of the Xuanwu Sky-opening Axe, Mo Xueming’s Asura Ghost Qi took on a dominant and terrifyingly fierce quality.

Mo Xueming advanced step by step through the oppressive gloom. Surrounded by the corpses littering the ground, he appeared to be the true Lord of Asura, fierce beyond measure.

Watching him, Ye Chen felt a heavy weight of pressure.

It appeared that the Ancient Battle Soul had surfaced, and Mo Xueming was clearly intent on seizing it.

Ultimately, between him and Xuanyuan Moxie, whichever party claimed the Ancient Battle Soul would be able to heal their wounds and secure a strategic advantage.

Mo Xueming was unlikely to surrender such a priceless prize.

However, he stopped abruptly, keeping a safe distance from Ye Chen as if he were wary of a trap.

“Ye Chen, I have a general understanding of your true identity and your ties to the Ye family. You were once unrivaled in the heavens, but in this life, you truly fall short. Even though your bloodline is exceptionally powerful, it cannot exert its strength within this unique space, can it?”

Mo Xueming spoke while narrowing his eyes.

“You are aware of my identity?”

Ye Chen’s expression shifted violently.

“Naturally. I knew from the very first moment I saw you.”

Mo Xueming gave a calm smile. In truth, he had been aware of Ye Chen’s secret for a long time, which was why he had considered a partnership.

His true goal, however, was to kill Ye Chen and harvest his Qi Fortune.

By practicing the Asura Dao, he was capable of consuming the Qi Fortune of his enemies and transforming it into his own strength.

The Qi Fortune belonging to the Samsara Master was undoubtedly vast. If he could slay him, a single act of devouring would allow him to defy the heavens and prove his Dao.

Yet, such immense Qi Fortune made the boy difficult to kill. If Mo Xueming could exert control before Ye Chen reached maturity, he would possess a force capable of overturning the heavens!

This was the origin of his thoughts on cooperation.

Regrettably, despite being offered several opportunities, Ye Chen’s behavior made it clear.

Any alliance was completely out of the question!

He had nearly succeeded during the Master Slaying Conference but ultimately failed. Seeing Ye Chen again now, he felt a deep sense of regret.

He had known for a long time that Xuanyuan Moxie was a fraud posing as the Samsara Master. He had even manipulated the Master of Inner Demon into investigating while pretending to agree, all to avoid exposure.

If the Master of Inner Demon discovered that Ye Chen was the actual Samsara Master, Mo Xueming would lose his chance to kill him and claim that Qi Fortune.

His personal schemes would be utterly ruined!

Mo Xueming intended to be the only one left standing!

Currently, Mo Xueming’s primary concern was Ye Chen’s bloodline.

The aura of the reincarnation bloodline is incredibly grand. Should it fully erupt, Mo Xueming would have no hope of winning unless his True Body descended and utilized every secret technique.

But here, on this ancient battlefield where the space is so unique, the reincarnation bloodline is suppressed. Even as a mere avatar, he saw a significant opportunity to end Ye Chen’s life!

“Damn it!”

Ye Chen’s face darkened. He suddenly unsheathed his sword to seize the initiative, launching a direct strike at Mo Xueming.

At the same time, he uncorked a bottle of Netherworld Water, spraying it toward Mo Xueming.

The Netherworld Holy Water had the power to counter demonic auras, which would severely weaken Mo Xueming’s presence.

Thus, Ye Chen initiated a surprise assault, hoping the pressure of Emperor Huangquan would allow him to kill Mo Xueming in a single blow.

“You think you can ambush me? Your delusions are far too grand!”

Mo Xueming gave a cold snort and retreated swiftly, easily evading Ye Chen’s strike.

Because he knew Ye Chen’s true identity, he remained hyper-vigilant, never giving Ye Chen the opening for a successful sneak attack.

Ye Chen’s expression grew grim.

He only possessed the power of the Chaos Realm Eighth Layer Heaven, whereas Mo Xueming’s avatar was at the mid-stage Holy Ancestor Realm. He was clearly outmatched.

If he utilized the full power of the Reincarnation Great Ability, he could indeed win.

However, revealing his trump cards too early would make a future encounter with Mo Xueming’s True Body much more dangerous.

Mo Xueming, seemingly cautious of Ye Chen’s hidden tactics, did not attack recklessly. Instead, he continued to back away, shouting toward the sky:

“Lord War Soul, this individual is connected to the Samsara Master. Why don't we team up to kill him and share the merits of his Qi Fortune?”

Rumble!

Tremendous vibrations shook the depths of the ancient battlefield. A deluge of black spiritual pressure, mingled with a fierce intent for combat, roared forth and took the shape of an ancient Soul Shadow.

This Soul Shadow had a hideous face—it was the manifestation of the Ancient Battle Soul.

“You are associated with the Samsara Master?”

The War Soul glared at Ye Chen, his eyes burning with murderous intent.

In the ancient era, the Samsara Master and Ren Feifan had teamed up to slaughter countless masters. This entity had been born from the collective souls of those fallen experts, and it naturally carried a profound hatred.

Upon learning of Ye Chen’s connection, that dormant hatred exploded outward.

“Lord War Soul, stop talking and strike!”

Mo Xueming’s voice was icy. He remained where he was, refusing to charge in blindly.

Ye Chen held too many unknown variables to be judged normally. In a one-on-one fight, Mo Xueming might not prevail, but with the Ancient Battle Soul's help, his victory was guaranteed.

“Kill!”

The War Soul was aware of Mo Xueming’s sinister motives and knew that he might be in danger himself once Ye Chen was dead.

However, his rage toward Ye Chen was too great to control. Losing his grip on reason, his form blurred as he lunged forward, his fingers hooked like Ghost Claws, aimed straight for Ye Chen’s life!