Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2700: 2699: The Angry Shadow Sovereign

His velocity reached such extremes that it nearly ripped apart the void, with every lingering afterimage brimming with a dreadful might that could annihilate all in its path.

Upon reaching the location, the Shadow Sovereign spotted Little Monarch Red Dragon huddled behind a massive boulder, his complexion ashen and form quaking, his gaze overflowing with terror and despair.

Perched atop a close-by stone, Lin Dong gripped the Yangxin Sword, which shone with an icy gleam, its point lightly resting on the earth, poised to unleash a fatal blow whenever necessary.

His stare remained serene and deep, a stark contrast to the enigmatic grin he'd worn before. Right then, he appeared as an icy enforcer wielding the authority of life and death.

The Shadow Sovereign's arrival caused the whole area to quiver.

His gaze resembled bottomless voids, swallowing every bit of nearby illumination, while the encircling dark mist amplified a choking sense of pressure.

“Lin Dong, you actually dare to come back!” The Shadow Sovereign’s tone was deep and raspy, laced with irrefutable command and fury. His stare locked onto Lin Dong, as though attempting to pierce right through him.

A chill smirk formed on Lin Dong’s lips, his eyes steady and firm. He gradually lifted the blade in his grasp, its edge subtly quivering, as if proclaiming its wielder’s steadfast resolve and intent to fight.

“Shadow Sovereign, today I’ll make you see the might of my Yangxin Sword!” Lin Dong’s words came out deep and steadfast, while he steadily unsheathed the antique blade from his side—the Yangxin Sword.

Featuring a narrow edge and a handle etched with complex symbols, this blade radiated a soft, jade-toned shine, as if it could soothe all inner turmoil, granting pure insight.

The Shadow Sovereign let out a mocking laugh, evidently dismissing Lin Dong’s declaration.

Yet, right as he geared up for yet another assault, Lin Dong sprang into action. His form, ghostly and merging with the darkness, wielded the Yangxin Sword that danced with vitality, its point tracing an elegant curve straight toward Little Monarch Red Dragon.

Cowering in terror behind the Shadow Sovereign, Little Monarch Red Dragon’s eyes brimmed with hopelessness and defeat.

The sharp murderous aura pouring from the Yangxin Sword made his frame shudder uncontrollably.

“No! I’m the youngest Heavenly Realm Martial Artist in the Dark Family! My destiny was meant to span the vast cosmos, boundless fame and splendor! To perish just like this?”

Grief and rage surged through Little Monarch Red Dragon’s mind; he attempted to resist, to counterattack, yet against Lin Dong’s abrupt assault, his strength felt utterly feeble and futile.

Guided by Lin Dong, the Yangxin Sword acted as a compassionate but merciless arbiter, its edge faintly shaking, whispering of an unavoidable doom.

A burst of blade radiance lit the air, and horror mingled with hopelessness in Little Monarch Red Dragon’s gaze; he sought to block it with his Sky Boundary Saint Body’s protection, but the blade’s horror defied imagination, slicing past his guards effortlessly to strike his core.

“Snicker!” A faint noise rang out as the Yangxin Sword impaled Little Monarch Red Dragon’s form, crimson spilling forth like a geyser, staining the atmosphere scarlet.

Little Monarch Red Dragon’s frame collapsed powerlessly, the spark in his eyes fading slowly until it vanished entirely.

His reluctance, his fury, all dissolved into oblivion as life slipped away.

Lin Dong returned his sword to its scabbard, his expression blank of feeling, as though the recent events were nothing more than a trivial practice run.

“Shadow Sovereign, consider this your payback. Later, once my cultivation advances, I’ll return to settle the score for today’s chase!” Lin Dong’s tone stayed even and frosty, every syllable emerging like from an ice chamber, laced with piercing chill.

Seeing this, the Shadow Sovereign’s gaze erupted in profound astonishment and wrath.

He never expected Lin Dong to truly slay Little Monarch Red Dragon before his very eyes—this amounted to a grave affront.

Even more startling, though, was how Lin Dong, post-killing, didn’t opt to run but remained rooted in place, staring straight at him, as if anticipating something.

In that instant, an enigmatic energy abruptly welled up near Lin Dong.

This energy bore a dense terrestrial essence, linking to the soil as it harmonized with the nearby ruins. With its rise, the terrain under Lin Dong split apart, a mighty pull hauling him downward.

“Earth Dragon Treasure Technique once more!” The Shadow Sovereign bellowed, at last grasping Lin Dong’s plan.

Evidently, having slain Little Monarch Red Dragon, Lin Dong prepared to employ the Earth Dragon Treasure Technique for burrowing escape.

Propelled by the Earth Dragon Treasure Technique, Lin Dong’s shape resembled a swift serpent, weaving through the subterranean layers.

Above, the Shadow Sovereign’s enraged outline elongated in the lunar glow, his void-like eyes ablaze with shadowy fires, glaring toward where Lin Dong had vanished, brimming with frustration and rage.

He could scarcely believe that, as a Sub Ancestor Level figure from the Dark Family, he’d been bested by a simple First Heaven Realm Warrior—unable to claim the Earth Dragon Treasure Technique and even letting the foe eliminate Little Monarch Red Dragon in his presence.

“Lin Dong, you can’t escape!” The Shadow Sovereign’s cry resounded in the nocturnal heavens, infused with unyielding resolve.

He understood clearly that given the aptitude and abilities Lin Dong displayed, any delay in dealing with him could spawn a severe danger ahead.

So, he resolved himself.

He’d invoke the Dark Family’s most ancient, taboo force to hunt down and utterly eradicate Lin Dong.

As the Shadow Sovereign lifted his arms deliberately, the ambient atmosphere warped, a primordial and sinister presence unfurling.

Whispering incantations, each word resembled murmurs from the depths, rousing dormant ancient might below the surface. Slowly, a sigil of sheer darkness formed in his hand, glowing with an ominous, enigmatic sheen.

“Shadow Photons, nowhere to hide!” Through a hushed chant, the sigil burst apart, becoming myriad minuscule dark specks, akin to nocturnal specters, dispersing everywhere to hunt for any sign Lin Dong had left.

Down in the underground voids, Lin Dong abruptly sensed an odd coldness assail him, an ominous premonition swelling in his chest.

He promptly stopped moving, shutting his eyes to concentrate, striving to detect the abrupt peril. Yet, despite his efforts, he failed to pinpoint its origin, sensing only its approach like a stealthy web, quietly encircling him.

“No, I need to delve further!” Lin Dong murmured inwardly, reactivating the Earth Dragon Treasure Technique, his form slipping into the void as he plunged even deeper below.

“Lin Dong, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you won’t evade my reach. When we cross paths again, I’ll definitely end you!” The Shadow Sovereign’s declaration boomed through the night, heavy with inescapable menace.