The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3617 - 3607: The Turning Point!

A deathly silence hung heavy over Refining God Peak.

Xu Qi stared in disbelief at the man before him, his own hands trembling uncontrollably. Ye Chen had actually repelled a strike from a dedicated body refining martial artist using nothing but his sheer physical form. Was he seeing things?

It must be noted that Xu Qi had unleashed every ounce of his power, channeling spiritual energy and refining techniques to their zenith. Yet, Ye Chen—hampered by the suppression of his divine soul—was operating entirely on combat instinct alone.

He hadn't even accessed his Heaven Splitting Power, the Heavenly Demon Body, or the Burning Blood Technique. Despite being on the defensive, the reality stood: Ye Chen had successfully withstood the assault. Just how terrifyingly robust had his physical body become?

Xu Qi felt bile rising in his throat. A Heavenly Repairing Realm body cultivator being held at bay by a Heavenly God Realm opponent relying solely on physical fortitude? The prestige of his craft was being ground into the dirt under Ye Chen's heels.

"Ahhh! Die, you monster! Drop dead!"

Xu Qi shrieked, driven by a mixture of insanity and primal fear. The immense pressure radiating from Ye Chen was suffocating. He dared not fathom the nightmare that would manifest should Ye Chen regain his full senses, which meant Ye Chen had to be annihilated while trapped within the spell.

Engulfed in a hazy, steaming aura, Xu Qi unleashed a forbidden secret technique that sapped his own potential to launch another savage assault.

A thunderous boom reverberated across the peak as another heavy strike landed. Ye Chen’s expression remained hollow and wooden, yet his hand, guided by pure combat instinct, swung the Dragonslayer Sword just in time to deflect the blow.

However, force alone could not solve everything. Xu Qi was still a master of the Heavenly Repairing Realm, and he was currently burning his own blood essence.

Was such a strike truly so easily negated? As the iron rod descended with a heavy, earthy-yellow radiance, its weight intensified. The ground beneath Ye Chen fractured instantly, and a series of sickening snaps echoed from his body as if his bones were on the verge of splintering.

"Die! Die! Die!" Xu Qi bellowed, his movements turning frantic. He swung the massive weapon with relentless, seemingly endless stamina. Meanwhile, Ye Chen continued his defiance, his face a mask of indifference, surviving through a combination of monstrous strength and inhuman physical endurance.

Blood poured from him, drenching the summit of Refining God Peak until it pooled into a crimson lake. The onlookers, including Jin Shuhui, Lan Ying, and Zhan You, were struck mute with shock.

Exactly how much blood surged through Ye Chen’s veins? While a martial artist’s body naturally held more blood than an ordinary person, there had to be a threshold, surely? His blood loss already surpassed that of any typical Heavenly God level practitioner, approaching that of a Heavenly Repairing Realm master.

Despite the massive hemorrhaging, Ye Chen remained only slightly pale, showing no signs of internal collapse. Zhan You gulped nervously. He recalled that Ye Chen’s vitality had not been this formidable when they last met. Had he improved his constitution alongside his strength during this brief period?

Regret flooded Zhan You. If he failed to finish Ye Chen now, the backlash would be catastrophic. With Ye Chen’s rate of growth, the Zhan family might soon be eradicated. Cold sweat soaked his clothes at the thought. He shook his head violently to dispel the fear—it was impossible. No matter how high his vitality, he must surely be reaching his limit.

Zhan You screamed at his ally: "Xu Qi, finish him! Forget about the cost to your Primordial Chaos and blood essence! As long as you kill him, I guarantee the family will exhaust any resource necessary to restore you!"

Encouraged, Xu Qi cast aside his remaining caution and redoubled his efforts. As Ye Chen continued to bleed out, his aura finally began to flicker and wane.

Yet, unnoticed by the others, Lan Ying stood with a golden bead in her hand, watching it melt into shimmering dust and drift down toward the pool of blood beneath her feet.

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Deep within the dark void of his mind, Ye Chen, who had been struggling to comprehend the Soul-devouring Sky technique, suddenly snapped his eyes open. His expression grew grim; he could feel his vitality draining at an alarming pace. Xuan Han Yu had absorbed the lion’s share of energy from the Blood Reversal Formation and was spent after the clash with Mo Jiyuan; she had nothing left to assist him.

Essentially, Ye Chen was left to survive solely on the instincts of his physical form. Keeping this up for so long was already a feat in itself.

"Damn it!" Ye Chen cursed in the darkness. He calculated that he had maybe half an hour left before he reached total vitality exhaustion. He was excruciatingly close to severing his connection with the Calamity Ghost through the Soul-devouring Sky technique, but he had hit a bottleneck.

Was he truly going to perish at the hands of the Zhan family? As his despair mounted, a sudden spark flickered in the blackness before him. He narrowed his eyes at the light.

Specks of golden light began to bloom in the abyss.

He frowned—what was this? Had the Zhan family’s Elder or the Calamity Ghost deployed some new trap? Suddenly, a familiar aura emanated from the golden light—it was Lan Ying's.Ye Chen’s eyes flared with renewed hope. She had clearly integrated this light into his psyche for a reason.