The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3806: Supreme Calamity (Fourth Update)

Jun Hua was utterly petrified. Jun Mo had unleashed the Ancient Blood Nether Body, projecting an overwhelming suppression upon them, akin to a celestial dragon subjugating savage beasts. The sheer pressure rendered them incapable of even contemplating resistance.

Furthermore, the current might of Jun Mo far surpassed anything Jun Hua and his cohort could withstand. Thus, he shamelessly invoked their shared clan lineage, hoping Jun Mo would show leniency.

"Stop?"

Upon hearing Jun Hua’s plea, Jun Mo merely offered a cold sneer. "You presume to speak of 'clan'? As a scion of the Jun Family, I would gladly embrace death for its sake. What have you, however, contributed?"

"Not only did you confine my parents, but you also subjected me to insults and disregarded my very existence. Your transgressions have left my heart as cold as ice. If I permit your survival today, it would be utterly unconscionable!"

"Boom!"

In the following instant, his Crimson Long Spear swept out, directly impaling Jun Hua’s forehead and causing his head to detonate like an overripe fruit.

Witnessing this grim spectacle, the expressions of the remaining Jun Family Guards contorted in alarm. They yearned to beg for their lives, but before they could utter a sound, a crimson streak flashed forth, terminating with their heads exploding.

"Cough..."

With a singular thrust of his spear, Jun Mo instantly annihilated Jun Hua and every last Jun Family Guard. Observing their severed heads and collapsing forms, a flicker of sorrow crossed Jun Mo’s eyes.

Ultimately, he had been compelled to act against his own kin. A tempest of emotions churned within Jun Mo’s heart, yet he lacked the luxury of lingering on them; the immediate circumstances demanded swift action.

"Ye Chen, I shall spirit you away!"

At that precise moment, Jun Mo moved with sudden urgency, seizing Ye Chen and turning to make his escape from the Nine Cold Sect.

"Haha! Your intentions are transparent, but the Nine Cold Sect is no mere thoroughfare for individuals of your ilk to traverse at will!"

As these words echoed, the elder adorned in black-and-white hair erupted in laughter and launched his attack.

"Remain here!"

"Boom!"

In the heavens above, a cage wrought from Cold Ice materialized, its crystalline structure perfectly transparent yet emanating an aura of profound frigidity. Descending from the firmament, it was a terrifying prison seemingly capable of freezing the very soul, poised to ensnare them.

Upon perceiving the approaching Cold Ice cage, Jun Mo’s countenance shifted dramatically. Even with the augmented power of the Ancient Blood Nether Body, he apprehended the utter impossibility of resisting this formidable construct.

In this critical juncture, as the Cold Ice cage descended, Jun Mo’s expression contorted in immense distress, utterly powerless to deflect the oncoming onslaught.

Observing this dire turn of events, Ye Chen’s gaze hardened. He marshaled the dwindling reserves of his inner strength and once more swung his treasured sword.

"Destruction Divine Dao, shatter it for my sake!"

Ye Chen’s voice boomed with ferocity. The Slaughter Sword carved a path of frigid light through the air. An overwhelming wave of destructive energy surged downwards, meeting the Cold Ice cage head-on.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the Cold Ice cage fractured into countless pieces. Shards of ice rained down, and with a resounding boom, the entire structure imploded.

Even the elder with the black-and-white hair exhibited a subtle change in his demeanor, emitting a low groan. Ye Chen’s sword strike possessed an astonishing potency, unexpectedly inflicting a backlash upon him, and a trace of apprehension flickered within his eyes.

"This youth is far too formidable; he absolutely must not be permitted to survive! Should they manage to escape today, the Nine Cold Sect will inevitably face a cataclysmic fate in the future!"

The elder mused internally, then addressed the assembled elders. "Comrades, let us unite our strength and subdue this brat directly, preempting any potential complications!"

At his declaration, the other elders’ expressions shifted subtly. As esteemed elders, directly confronting Ye Chen could be perceived as an act of bullying, and resorting to combined efforts might be deemed a laughable disgrace to the reputation of the Nine Cold Sect.

However, they were keenly aware of Ye Chen’s extraordinary potential and the possibility of latent capabilities he possessed. If they failed to employ decisive measures to subdue him, unforeseen calamities might arise, prompting them to abandon their reservations.

"Very well! Everyone, strike in unison and capture these two lunatics!"

"Let any who dare sow discord within the Nine Cold Sect understand the dire consequences!"

"Boom!"

In that instant, the elders unleashed their full might. Immense power surged forth, and Ye Chen and Jun Mo were simultaneously enveloped by a profound sense of despair.

This phalanx of ten elders possessed power far exceeding that of Yan Qing and his associates from before. The unleashed energies seemed capable of crushing the very heavens and annihilating all existence.

Confronted by this overwhelming, destructive divine manifestation, Ye Chen’s gaze radiated unyielding resolve as he immediately channeled his very life force!

"Heavenly Dragon Eight Divine Sounds!"

"Dharma Flower Annihilation Heaven!"

"Dust Tablet Divine Veins, manifest!"

"Soul-devouring Sky!"

With a forceful cry, Ye Chen conjured the Buddha Light Barrier, enveloping both himself and Jun Mo. The Hongmeng Sound Symbol, positioned atop the barrier, amplified its protective might. Simultaneously, the Dust Tablet was deployed, deflecting the relentless assault.

Meanwhile, Jun Mo unleashed his full power. His crimson eyes flared as he suddenly bellowed.

"Blood Nether Ancient Realm!"

"Buzz!"

The very fabric of Heaven and Earth trembled and shuddered. An exquisite wave, carrying an aura of ancient, unfathomable mystery, cascaded through the Void.

Subsequently, an inexhaustible surge of blood essence spontaneously manifested, converging before Ye Chen and Jun Mo. It coalesced into a crimson barrier, providing them with steadfast protection.

This was the unique manifestation of the Ancient Blood Nether Body, capable of summoning the Blood Nether Ancient Realm from afar. Though it was but a spectral semblance of the actual realm, its defensive capabilities were undeniably potent.

Yet, Jun Mo's current strength was insufficient to fully materialize the Blood Nether Ancient Realm. He had achieved this manifestation only by draining his life force, a cost that immediately resulted in him spitting blood and collapsing weakly.

"This is all I can manage."

Jun Mo cast a sorrowful glance at Ye Chen as he spoke.

Witnessing the weakened Jun Mo at his feet, Ye Chen's eyes blazed with incandescent fury. He nodded resolutely in Jun Mo's direction.

"Don't worry, I will lead you out of this place today!"

Ye Chen's resolve was absolute. Even if it meant deploying his ultimate trump card and revealing his true identity to his adversaries, he was determined to ensure Jun Mo's escape. At this critical juncture, Ye Chen could not afford any hesitation; destiny would dictate the rest.

At this precise moment, the ten elders unleashed their overwhelming divine powers, a crushing torrent of Great Power thundering through the air.

In the ensuing instant, the spectral image of the Reincarnation Tablet fractured, the Hongmeng Sound Symbol vanished, and the Buddha Light Barrier detonated. Only the Blood Nether Ancient Realm, summoned by Jun Mo, held on valiantly for a fleeting moment before succumbing and exploding.

"Pfft!"

Ye Chen coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body flung backward along with Jun Mo's. They plummeted hundreds of meters, carving a deep chasm into the earth upon impact.

Though Ye Chen and Jun Mo had exerted every ounce of their strength to resist, ultimately withstanding the combined onslaught of the ten elders, they were now utterly depleted. The ten elders, however, remained unscathed, and another strike would surely vanquish them!

"Two presumptuous fools, daring to display such insolence within the Nine Cold Sect!"

The elder with hair like black and white snow spoke, his face contorted in a triumphant sneer as he observed Ye Chen and Jun Mo's pathetic state on the ground. He could not resist a taunt.

"Ye Chen, do you not possess countless tricks? Wasn't your tone exceedingly arrogant! Rouse yourself once more, stand up again!"

Beside him, Yan Qing, though grievously wounded, had somewhat recovered and let out a grim laugh. The collaborative efforts of all the genius disciples had resulted in severe injuries for him, fueling his incandescent rage and absolute hatred towards Ye Chen. He fervently wished for Ye Chen's demise to expunge the humiliation he suffered in this battle.