The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3410: 3410: Using Netherworld Water (Part 4)

Previously on The Divine Urban Physician...
In an ancient battlefield where his reincarnation bloodline is suppressed, Ye Chen faces a sudden ambush from Mo Xueming’s powerful avatar. After brutally executing Chen Xuanyu and seizing the Xuanwu Sky-opening Axe, Mo Xueming reveals he has long known Ye Chen’s true identity as the Samsara Master. Seeking to devour Ye Chen’s fortune, Mo Xueming manipulates a vengeful Ancient Battle Soul into an alliance. Driven by ancient hatred for the Samsara Master, the monstrous Soul Shadow launches a lethal assault, leaving a disadvantaged Ye Chen to fight for survival against two formidable foes.

In an instant, Ye Chen felt a violent tremor in the surrounding aura. A mixture of surging battle intent and homicidal thoughts surged toward him like a tidal wave, threatening to suffocate him in its madness.

He reacted swiftly, gripping the Slaughter Sword and raising the blade to intercept the strike.

Clang!

The edge of his sword slammed into the Soul Claw. The impact produced a sharp, metallic ring that echoed through the air.

“Xuanwu Sky-opening Axe, shatter!”

Mo Xue Ming struck simultaneously, lunging forward with explosive force. His aura flared as the massive axe strapped to his back swung downward toward Ye Chen’s head, carrying a momentum capable of cleaving the world in two.

Faced with the synchronized suppression of two mid-stage Holy Ancestor Realm powerhouses, Ye Chen felt a crushing weight. His muscles and bones groaned under the strain, nearly reaching their breaking point as if he were about to be reduced to a bloody mist.

With his current level of Cultivation, fighting a single expert at the mid-stage Holy Ancestor Realm was already an exhausting feat; facing two at once left him with almost zero odds of success.

A thick, ominous demonic qi swirled around him while the whistling axe descended from behind. Ye Chen’s expression grew incredibly solemn, looking like a man about to be obliterated by the overwhelming pressure.

Watching this, Xiao Bai and the others cried out in panic. Terror filled their eyes, knowing that if Ye Chen fell here, every one of them would meet their end.

In that desperate moment, Ye Chen clenched his teeth, and a thin shimmering layer of yellow Gang Qi manifested around him.

The onlookers were stunned. While Gang Qi was a standard defensive measure, this layer appeared so fragile that it seemed unable to stop even a basic flying sword. Was Ye Chen simply grasping at straws in his final moments?

However, no one noticed the five jade bottles hovering in front of Ye Chen. These vessels seemed to contain entire worlds within them, causing the very fabric of space to crack just by being present.

Droplets of Netherworld Water emerged from the bottles. With a resolute gaze, Ye Chen forced the Netherworld Water to ignite instantly.

“Splash!” As the Netherworld Water was consumed, Ye Chen’s frail Netherworld Gang Qi expanded violently. It erupted with a blinding divine radiance, saturated with spiritual energy and the heavy, suffocating weight of Hongmeng Pressure.

“Block them!” Ye Chen bellowed. As he absorbed the contents of all five bottles of Netherworld Water, his physical form began to crack, and his bloodline Meridians ruptured repeatedly. Despite the damage, the vigorous Gang Qi rose like a tsunamic wave.

“Boom!” A world-shaking explosion threw the War Soul backward, while the Xuanwu Sky-opening Axe attacking from behind was also violently repelled.

Ye Chen turned around, his body covered in blood from his burst Meridians, yet his eyes burned with a savage light. The five bottles of Netherworld Water had pushed his Netherworld Gang Qi to an utterly terrifying level of power.

“Mo Xue Ming, prepare for your end!” With a murderous aura meant to subjugate the heavens, Ye Chen pointed a finger. The Netherworld Gang Qi, as vast as a galaxy, shot forward and trapped Mo Xue Ming within its celestial might.

Even Mo Xue Ming’s face paled at the sight of this Gang Qi. The figure present on the Ancient Battlefield was merely his avatar, possessing only a fraction of his true strength.

The power Ye Chen was currently wielding reminded him of Xuanyuan Moxie’s Star Emperor’s Vast Energy—equally tyrannical and impossible to defeat!

Ye Chen felt a pang of regret in his heart!

This was Netherworld Water!

A treasure beyond price!

To use it up on these enemies felt like a staggering waste!

With a grim expression, Mo Xue Ming summoned the Xuanwu Sky-opening Axe to one hand and gripped a blood-red war knife in the other. He channeled every ounce of his strength to clash with the incoming Netherworld Gang Qi.

“Even if you burn your life force, I will still strike you down!” Mo Xue Ming roared. The following collision with the Netherworld Gang Qi made the heavens tremble, forcing Mo Xue Ming to retreat in a blur of motion!

As Mo Xue Ming was pushed back, Ye Chen’s black hair billowed. He turned with the majestic presence of a god of slaughter and pointed toward the War Soul.

“I slew you in the past, and I shall do so again!” Ye Chen declared coldly as the Netherworld Gang Qi swept toward his foe.

“This is bad!” Fear flickered in the War Soul’s eyes. In Ye Chen’s silhouette, he saw the shadow of the Samsara Master. Even if he had reincarnated and lacked his former peak power, the Samsara Master remained an invincible entity!

“Five Layers of Evil Qi, defend!” The War Soul screamed. Thick, malevolent qi coalesced in front of him, forming a seemingly solid world to act as a shield.

“Break!” Ye Chen shouted. The Netherworld Gang Qi, carrying a force that could crush anything in its path, slammed into the realm of evil qi.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Under the assault of the formidable Netherworld Gang Qi, the evil qi world tore apart like wet paper. The energy pierced through all five layers with relentless momentum.

“Boom!” The Netherworld Gang Qi smashed into the War Soul, sending him hurtling from the sky like a falling star impacting the dark earth.

The entire Ancient Battlefield quaked as a massive crater formed, the agonized wails of the War Soul echoing from the depths.

However, in the wake of this overwhelming display of power, Ye Chen suddenly coughed up a spray of crimson blood. His aura began to wither instantly.

“Brother Ye Chen!” Xiao Bai cried out in alarm.

“Master!” The You Ying Ghost Weasel rushed to support him. He found Ye Chen pale and drained of color, his clothes soaked from the blood leaking through his ruptured Meridians.

“Master, can you hold on?” The You Ying Ghost Weasel asked with deep concern.

“I am alright.” Ye Chen dismissed the concern with a wave of his hand, but his eyes remained locked on the distance. Mo Xue Ming, though blown away by the previous attack, was returning. His robes were tattered and he looked disheveled, but his actual wounds were minor.

“Hahaha! Ye Chen, how many times can you possibly sustain such an attack? Now, it is my turn!”

Mo Xue Ming laughed maniacally. He gripped the Xuanwu Sky-opening Axe as Asura Qi erupted around him, forming a suit of Asura Armor. A single horn sprouted from his forehead as a violent, murderous intent surged forth.

Mo Xue Ming’s sudden spike in power caused Xiao Bai and the You Ying Ghost Weasel to look grim. It was obvious that Ye Chen’s previous move had cost him dearly, making it unlikely he could survive another round against Mo Xue Ming.

At the same time, the War Soul who had been crushed into the ground reappeared behind the group. Though his aura was erratic, a dark smirk played on his face. He gestured with his hand, drawing in massive spiritual pressure and battle intent to instantly mend his injuries.

“It’s over!” The You Ying Ghost Weasel’s face darkened. He leaped forward, intending to shield Ye Chen and buy him some time.

“Master, you must escape immediately.”

“There is no need!” Ye Chen barked. He stood tall like a War God who refused to bow. Despite being drenched in blood, his eyes remained fixed and his spirit remained unconquerable.

The consumption of five bottles of Netherworld Water had indeed taken a toll on Ye Chen. His internal organs were vibrating with pain, and now that the Gang Qi had dissipated, he knew he couldn't replicate that strike using the Netherworld Water again.

Yet, Ye Chen’s fighting spirit was more radiant than ever. Heat waves of pure battle intent radiated from his body. Within his consciousness, he could feel that the Sky-covering Demon Emperor had fully recovered and was prepared to emerge.

“Ye Chen, you aren't running? Have you finally realized death is certain and decided to surrender?” Seeing Ye Chen standing his ground despite the danger, a flicker of suspicion crossed Mo Xue Ming’s eyes.

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