The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3442: 3442: How Strong Are Ren's Martial Arts?
Previously on The Divine Urban Physician...
The intense clash was so powerful that it reached even Xuanyuan Moxie, who was distant in the Heavenly Dao Palace. Right then, his gaze blazed as he stared in the direction of the Netherworld Hall.
“Haha, fascinating.” A enigmatic grin spread across Xuanyuan Moxie’s face, after which he shut his eyes.
Xuanyuan Moxie had long suspected the identity of the intruder battling at the Netherworld Hall, yet he had no intention of getting involved. Instead, he aimed to play the role of the fisherman, allowing the mantis to seize the cicada so that he could claim the prize!
“Clash on, clash harder! The more brutal, the greater the chaos!”
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“The three of you can’t possibly stand against me!” Mo Xue Ming’s form surged with Asura Qi, immense might converging around him. Despite his severe wounds, the Asura Lord’s aura stayed ferocious and unbeatable.
Confronting this mighty Mo Xue Ming, Ye Chen’s face grew serious. He realized Mo Xue Ming was a formidable adversary, but the man held dangerous secrets. That adversary needed to be shattered, wiped out, and utterly destroyed.
“And what if another joins the fray?” A icy smirk tugged at Ye Chen’s lips as he abruptly called forth the Ancient Box.
“Boom!” A torrent of savage energy burst free, causing Mo Xue Ming’s eyes to narrow sharply. From within the Ancient Box emerged an Ancient Great Calamity.
“Nine Nether Tiger!” Mo Xue Ming’s expression darkened. He could scarcely hold off Ye Chen and the pair with him, but adding the Nine Nether Tiger left him without total assurance.
“Hmph! Ye Chen, you’ve truly arrived with everything ready!” Mo Xue Ming glared at Ye Chen, his words spat out through clenched teeth.
“The mighty Samsara Master, needing to rally such a crowd just to face me?”
Ye Chen’s features stayed composed at these words, showing no trace of fury, as he regarded Mo Xue Ming with cool detachment.
“Whatever taunts you throw today, your fate is sealed in death. I’ll make certain you’re erased entirely!”
Mo Xue Ming’s visage flushed with rage upon hearing this. Lacking complete certainty to overpower Ye Chen and his allies, he refrained from rash moves. His recovery from injuries was ongoing, and any mishap might spell his end.
“Hmph! Ye Chen, you seek my death, but I doubt you possess the power!”
Mo Xue Ming let out a furious chuckle and abruptly soared toward the Netherworld Hall.
“Block him!” A flicker of alarm crossed Ye Chen’s face, prompting his urgent command.
The Nine Nether Tiger lunged forward in response, yet before it closed in on Mo Xue Ming, a beam of golden radiance streaked across.
It turned out to be the Xuanwu Sky-opening Axe, chopping downward. The Nine Nether Tiger dodged aside momentarily, allowing Mo Xue Ming to slip inside the Netherworld Hall unscathed.
“Asura Netherworld Array, activate!” Mo Xue Ming bellowed with a laugh, triggering the mighty formation.
Vast Asura Qi erupted like a flood from Asura Hell itself, swiftly encasing the whole Netherworld Hall. Amid the Asura Qi, spectral Asuras materialized, their gazes filled with lethal intent fixed on Ye Chen and his three companions.
“Hmph, Mo Xue Ming, the esteemed Lord of Asura, reduced to cowering like a turtle in its shell?”
The Sky-covering Demon Emperor snarled this retort at that instant, echoing Mo Xue Ming’s earlier mockery word for word.
Mo Xue Ming’s features spasmed repeatedly at the barb, then he sneered, “Wait until my injuries mend, and every one of you insects will perish!”
“That opportunity won’t come for you!” Ye Chen replied icily, unleashing a surge of rampant energy.
“Shatter this barrier and end him!”
Ye Chen charged ahead, his blade blazing with Nirvana Divine Light as it detonated, its ruinous force slamming into the Asura Netherworld Array.
“Boom!”
The earth quaked violently, but the Asura Netherworld Array stood firm, merely its outer veil of Asura Qi wavering while the horde of Asuras inside bellowed in fury, uniting to repel Ye Chen’s strike.
“Heavenly Demon Wolf Smoke Blade!” The Sky-covering Demon Emperor unleashed his assault next, waves of wolf smoke blades raging forth to carve through the Asura Qi.
Myriad Asuras fell to the slicing edges, their wails of torment echoing, yet the Asura Netherworld Array betrayed no weakness.
“Mere barrier; I won’t accept that it can’t be torn apart!” Little Gold fumed in that moment, lashing out with its razor claws against the formation.
“Bang, bang, bang!” Explosive force ripped through, laced even with hints of source power. This devastating barrage felt utterly unrestrained, capable of rending realms.
Still, the Asura Netherworld Array endured without a scratch. Then the Nine Nether Tiger joined the fray with full force, living up to its status as an Ancient Great Calamity by diving straight into the endless Asura Qi.
Against the onrushing Asuras, the Nine Nether Tiger showed no mercy, rampaging through them in a bloodbath; in moments, droves of Asuras lay slain beneath its claws.
Nevertheless, the Asura Netherworld Array persisted intact, and Ye Chen’s look turned grave.
What exactly is this barrier? How can it wield such immense strength?
Even outmatching certain Hongmeng Treasures?
Clearly, I’ve misjudged Mo Xue Ming’s capabilities.
“Quite the sturdy shell you’ve got, Mo Xue Ming. Planning to rule as a trapped king forever?” Ye Chen mocked coldly.
“I, Mo Xue Ming, tread the Asura path, yet I grasp the balance of risks. I won’t strike now, of course. But once healed, I’ll burst from this array and doom you all!”
A torrent of murderous intent filled Mo Xue Ming’s eyes, his grudge swelling like a storm. Ye Chen’s bold invasion of the Netherworld Hall had slain hordes of his followers, a humiliating strike to his authority that crushed his dignity, something he couldn’t forgive.
“I am the Lord of Asura! I vow to butcher every one of you, washing away this shame!”
“Flee while you can, but no matter where you conceal yourselves, I’ll hunt you down. Ye Chen, the ultimate destiny of your Samsara Master will be seized by me. This doom is yours to embrace!”
Mo Xue Ming’s roar thundered forth, and suddenly, ominous clouds massed overhead, lightning splitting the skies. As the Asura Lord, his oath drew the heavens’ recognition.
“Damn it!” Ye Chen’s expression hardened; he and Mo Xue Ming were locked in deadly enmity now. Failing to eliminate Mo Xue Ming this day would bring dire repercussions.
Afterward, regardless of the methods Ye Chen and the Sky-covering Demon Emperor deployed, the Asura Netherworld Array refused to yield.
Ye Chen even unleashed Netherworld Water to hammer the Asura Netherworld Array, managing only to make it quiver without piercing through.
Yet Ye Chen dared not drain the Netherworld Water excessively, lest his vitality wane and leave him powerless to crack the formation.
Now, Ye Chen and his three allies wore somber expressions, stunned that Mo Xue Ming possessed such an impregnable defense; every tactic spent, yet the barrier held.
“Little Gold, could you consume this array?” The idea struck Ye Chen suddenly, and he inquired.
After all, Little Gold had once sustained itself on formations?
But Little Gold shook its head: “In a way, this isn’t truly a formation, so I can’t absorb it, and it even seems to me that this doesn’t originate from the Divine Kingdom.”
Ye Chen found himself in a bind now.
Would they have to depart without success this time?
“Of course!”
Ye Chen’s eyes flashed with inspiration, remembering the sword art taught by Ren Feifan in the enigmatic cavern of the Ancient Battlefield.
Blood Moon Slaughter Sky Slash! Ye Chen’s pulse quickened; the Blood Moon Slaughter Sky Slash summoned the essence of the Blood Moon, drawn from Ren Feifan’s own might. Mastering the Blood Moon Slaughter Sky Slash might just allow him to rupture the Asura Netherworld Array.