The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3619: 3609: Intuition (Second Update)

A chaotic surge of spiritual energy pulsed through Xu Qi as his muscles, akin to coiling dragon snakes, reached their kinetic breaking point. The devastating force harnessed within his iron staff erupted like a fierce tempest! Within his gaze, a sharp radiance sparked; for an eternity, he had primed his aura to unleash double the strength, intending to deliver a singular, catastrophic strike. And now, the moment of fruition had arrived.

This maneuver represented the absolute pinnacle of Xu Qi's martial existence, bordering on the elusive edge of a breakthrough. Even with Li Chang standing before him, wielding the True Blue Evil Thunder, Xu Qi felt certain this blow would crush his opposition entirely. Gathering his resolve, the heavy iron weapon crashed headlong toward Ye Chen. Long before the impact, the sheer atmospheric pressure obliterated the summit of Refining God Peak.

A twisted grin spread across Xu Qi’s face as the weapon descended. Finally! That detestable monster was destined to perish under his iron staff. With Ye Chen dead, not only would he claim the pills necessary to rejuvenate his blood essence and Origin Qi, but his standing within the Zhan Family would skyrocket. The prospect was intoxicating.

Yet, at that final second, Ye Chen—who had appeared listless, almost unable to raise a hand in his own defense—felt his eyelashes flicker. A thunderous roar shattered the silence, causing spiderweb-like fissures to tear across Refining God Peak. Nearby buildings disintegrated, seawater churned in reverse, and the screams of disciples pierced the air as the surrounding peaks crumbled into dust. The very fabric of space fractured under the strain of Xu Qi’s strike. It was a terrifying display of power from an expert in the Heavenly Repairing Realm.

Zhan You, Qiu Pi, and Xu Qi were overcome with jubilant ecstasy. As the blow connected, every ounce of doubt evaporated. The outcome was certain; Ye Chen was beyond salvation. The dreaded anomaly had finally been silenced by the Zhan Family. Zhan You erupted into thunderous laughter, casting a proud, venomous look toward Jin Shuhui and Lan Ying, his imagination already conjuring the cruelty of her impending vengeance. Jin Shuhui and Lan Ying stood frozen, consumed by total, crushing despair. It was over, and tears streamed down Jin Shuhui’s face.

Suddenly, the expressions of Qiu Pi and Xu Qi twisted in disbelief. They turned pale instantly. "Broken… it actually broke!" Qiu Pi shrieked, bolting upright to stare at the roiling dust cloud where the staff had landed. Zhan You looked on, bewildered, and demanded, "What broke, Elder Qiu?" Before an answer could manifest, a blood-curdling scream echoed from the peak—it was Xu Qi.

Xu Qi scrambled backward in terror, his eyes фиксируясь on a silhouette emerging from the debris. "Impossible! How is this possible? You were supposed to be dead!" Jin Shuhui and Lan Ying stood stunned, but hope ignited in their eyes. An unimaginably dense aura of demonic energy began to permeate the atmosphere. Heavy, rhythmic footsteps thudded from within the dust, and every heart in the vicinity accelerated in rhythm with the sound. The voice that followed was cold, indifferent, and possessed an overwhelming authority: "You seem to have spent quite a while striking me. Now, may I have my turn?"

As he finished, the shadow stepped forward, the force of his movement whipping up winds that stripped away the remaining dust to reveal Ye Chen. Everyone gasped. He was alive! Ghostly blue flames danced across his skin as the power of the Hongmeng Ancient Technique hummed, circulating rapidly to mend his shattered vitality. His wounds closed at a speed that defied belief.

Zhan You stood paralyzed like a statue, frozen by terror as cracks formed within his very Dao heart. How could Ye Chen still be standing? The situation had been hopeless, a guaranteed kill, yet Ye Chen had inverted reality itself. A suffocating murderous intent swept through the area, plunging everyone on the peak into a figurative sea of blood. Ye Chen lunged forward, pouring his remaining potential into the Slaughter Sword. The air vibrated with destructive Dao Rhythm, and a gray-black sword light, cold as the dawn of creation, tore through the landscape.

The strike aimed true at Xu Qi. The Heavenly Repairing Realm expert, faced with the blade, found his spirit hollowed out. His iron staff tumbled to the ground with a dull thud. His Dao heart had completely collapsed, leaving him unable or unwilling to resist. Long before the steel touched him, his soul had already surrendered to an abyssal darkness. In the next heartbeat, Xu Qi was consumed by the blade’s light, erased from the Moon Soul Domain. As Ye Chen unleashed his final blow, Qiu Pi caught a glimmer of violet light, his face twisted in frustrated, desperate calculation as he turned to flee.

At the moment the iron staff had landed, Qiu Pi had sensed the Resentment Condensation Curse falter. He had assumed it failed because Ye Chen had died, but after a moment of reflection, cold dread gripped him. The curse had been severed. Ye Chen had shed the illusions just before the impact. Now, suffering from the backlash of his broken curse and a diminished realm, Qiu Pi barely possessed the strength of a first-level Supreme Emperor. He knew he was no match for Ye Chen's prowess in both Soul and Martial cultivation. Sensing the lingering trace of Netherworld energy, his survival instincts screamed one command: run!