The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3626 - 3616: Attitude (Part 2)

As this aura manifested, the supreme-grade materials used for the floor tiles and walls began to sizzle and erode, crumbling away under the pressure of this decaying power.

Witnessing this, Ye Chen narrowed his eyes. Although Zhao Jiaran possessed a wretched character, as an outer disciple of the Star Moon Palace, his strength was respectable, given that he had successfully comprehended the Corrosive Divine Dao.

While the Corrosive Divine Dao ranked far below the Destruction Divine Dao, it remained a formidable power in the Outer Realm, capable of striking at the very foundation of an opponent.

Consumed by rage and embarrassment, Zhao Jiaran completely ignored the presence of the Star Moon Law Enforcers; his only objective was to slay Ye Chen personally.

The surrounding disciples of the Star Moon Palace shook their heads, wearing sneers of contempt. They viewed Ye Chen as nothing more than a fool, likely accustomed to throwing his weight around in the Star Swirl Domain but entirely out of his depth within the Star Moon Palace.

Was this not an explicit invitation to death?

Did he honestly believe that the disciples of the Star Moon Palace were as servile as those he encountered in the Star Swirl Palace?

What baffled them, however, was that this young martial artist, clearly within the Heavenly God Realm, faced Zhao Jiaran’s full-scale assault with an unnerving, calm expression.

Still, they dismissed this anomaly, convinced that Ye Chen’s fate had already been sealed.

Zhao Jiaran’s face twisted into an expression of sadistic pleasure, as if he could already visualize the grotesque scene of Ye Chen’s demise.

While the Corrosive Divine Dao was not the most potent force in the Outer Realm, it was undoubtedly among the most agonizing ways to suffer a terminal end.

Those caught in its reach would experience their flesh and internal organs liquefy, transforming into a heap of sludge amid unbearable torment.

This was the ultimate price for holding a deacon of the Star Moon Palace in contempt.

Suddenly, Ye Chen let out a thin smile and remarked, "Is this meant to be trouble? I gave my word to Senior Han that I would avoid incurring unnecessary karma..."

A stunned silence fell over the onlookers.

moments later, thunderous, mocking laughter erupted through the hall.

Had he lost his nerve?

This supposedly arrogant youth had finally cowered in the face of Zhao Jiaran’s strike.

Avoid incurring karma?

Was he attempting a pathetic joke?

Zhao Jiaran’s gaze grew increasingly disdainful. This loser was truly skilled at putting on a brave front, wasn't he?

In the end, his only resort was to grovel for mercy.

Nobody took Ye Chen’s words with even a shred of sincerity.

Only Jin Shuhui, standing beside him, simply smiled and shook her head, fully aware that Zhao Jiaran was recklessly overstepping his bounds.

Just as Zhao Jiaran’s scythe descended toward Ye Chen, the youth finally moved.

Ghostly blue flames flared, and the Heaven Splitting Power surged through his bloodline. Ye Chen, who had appeared to be a mere Heavenly God Realm martial artist, suddenly radiated an imposing and predatory aura.

The disciples of the Star Moon Palace felt a tremor run through their divine souls, and their eyes turned toward Ye Chen with genuine shock.

In a split second, Ye Chen launched a punch directly at the incoming scythe.

Though they had been momentarily intimidated by his aura, the Star Moon Palace disciples soon sneered at his choice of defense.

Even if this young man possessed strength beyond a common Heavenly God Realm practitioner, facing an attack head-on with his bare fist was a death sentence, even for a Heavenly Repairing Realm fighter.

To confront Zhao Jiaran with nothing but his bare hand? How could one be so monumentally ignorant?

They knew full well that Zhao Jiaran’s Corrosive Divine Dao excelled at disintegrating flesh. Even a first-level Supreme Emperor realm martial artist would surely perish if they attempted such a foolhardy gamble against him.

Zhao Jiaran’s eyes lit up with predatory glee as he drove his scythe forward with redoubled speed.

In an instant, Ye Chen’s fist violently impacted the blood-colored scythe that shimmered with corrosive light.

Just when the spectators braced themselves to hear Ye Chen’s screams as he liquified, something truly earth-shattering occurred before their eyes.

A torrent of destructive energy exploded from Ye Chen’s fist, instantly shattering both the blood light and the corrosive aura coating the blade.

Then, a massive, overwhelming force flowed through the point of contact like an endless, raging flood.

With an earth-shaking boom, the entire Star Moon Palace trembled violently, as if the foundation itself was on the verge of total collapse.

Countless fissures raced across the floors, walls, and ceiling, as the elite materials of the hall proved unable to withstand the sheer intensity of the shockwave.

The power, comparable to the force of a landslide and an ocean wave combined, slammed into Zhao Jiaran the moment it contacted his blade. With a sickening crunch, Zhao Jiaran’s arm was pulverized instantly.

Gone was his bravado; he stood pale with terror, staring at Ye Chen in madness and shrieking, "How is this possible!"

Before he could finish his desperate plea, his entire body was launched backward, crashing into the wall of the Star Moon Palace as his flesh tore apart under the force.

With a final, pathetic cry, Zhao Jiaran vomited up remnants of his own organs and slumped down the wall like a discarded sack of meat.

Everything was broken—shattered completely.

Zhao Jiaran’s muscles, bones, and internal organs had been turned into mush by that single punch.

He collapsed into a heap of gore on the floor, his life force fading rapidly.

The onlookers stared at the carnage, paralyzed, unable to process the reality of the situation.

Wasn’t the youth from the Heavenly God Realm the one who was supposed to become a puddle of sludge?

Why had the roles been so violently reversed?

Their minds felt as if they were being cleaved apart, their thoughts collapsing like a shattered mirror.

When they cast their gaze back to Ye Chen, they saw him wearing a calm smile, his fist bearing nothing more than a superficial scratch, as if he had merely brushed against a blade.

Even that tiny wound vanished in a blink, as if the skin had never been broken.

Everyone recoiled, fearful that they were standing before some monstrous entity unseen for a millennium, their eyes wide with unconcealed terror.

How could a single punch withstand the Corrosive Divine Dao without the slightest damage, while successfully ending Zhao Jiaran’s life in a heartbeat?

This was infinitely more chilling than any nightmare they could conceive.

The mysterious young man in the Heavenly God Realm was utterly, terrifyingly incomprehensible.

Ye Chen himself remained unmoved; he had calculated the outcome the moment he threw his fist, choosing not to even employ the Hongmeng Ancient Technique or his Soul-devouring abilities.

One must remember that Ye Chen’s current physical prowess, even without drawing on his inner divine power, was easily enough to rival a first-level Supreme Emperor realm body refiner like Xu Qi. Even with the Corrosive Divine Dao, Zhao Jiaran, at the same cultivation level, was destined to be suppressed by Ye Chen’s raw might.

Ye Chen slowly approached the pile of gore that was once Zhao Jiaran. Looking down with a composed smile, he remarked, "You’ve lived for over thirty thousand years, haven't you? And yet, you remain stuck at the first-level Supreme Emperor realm. I assume your desire to join the Star Moon Palace stems from the fact that your ancestors originally hailed from the Star Swirl Domain, correct?"