Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2738 - 2737: Regret!

Confronted by the devastating onslaught from Xue Chen, Macaron and Lin Dong acted with immediate, synchronized resolve.

The atmospheric pressure seemed to reach a standstill, effectively freezing time itself.

Macaron’s gaze darkened significantly, appearing as if it possessed the capacity to consume all ambient light.

Following a soft murmuring, the ominous energy dwelling within him erupted, instantly manifesting his Law of Heaven and Earth.

This manifestation stood apart from standard Laws of Heaven and Earth; it was born from the heritage of the Dark Family, carrying a chilling aura of mortality akin to the arrival of a Death God, drowning the entire vicinity in absolute shadows.

Deep inside this gloom, Macaron’s Law of Heaven and Earth emerged, a hulking, imposing entity wearing obsidian armor and brandishing a muted blade, its eyes—bottomless abysses—radiating cold, merciless intent.

At the precise instant the Blood Sea Mad Saber descended, Macaron’s avatar slashed its sword, conjuring a massive dark barrier—the Dark Shield.

Resembling the most desolate star within the nocturnal firmament, this shield radiated a vacuum-like energy that extinguished all light, anchoring itself firmly to provide an impenetrable guard for Macaron and his physical form.

Lin Dong, meanwhile, adopted a markedly different defensive approach.

Rather than invoking his Radiant Heaven Realm Buddha-Demon Dharma Body once more, he inhaled deeply. His dragon blood began to churn, fueling the simultaneous activation of the Dragon Blood Holy Body Infinite Transformation and the Reverse Scale Transformation; his physique became encased in golden scales, while his muscles bulged with raw, overflowing power.

Bolstered by these dual states, Lin Dong rapidly wove a sequence of hand seals, chanting incantations as an intangible structure gradually solidified around him—the Wuji Defense Temple.

Constructed from concentrated mental fortitude and boundless vigor, this temple shimmered with a faint, steady luminescence, encircling Lin Dong as his supreme defensive maneuver.

"Boom!" Guided by Xue Chen, the Blood Sea Mad Saber split into two blood-red lightning arcs, striking toward Macaron and Lin Dong with ruinous intent.

The first was halted dead by Macaron’s Dark Shield, triggering a thunderous collision where crimson and shadows clashed, appearing to tear the very fabric of the arena.

The second slammed into Lin Dong’s Wuji Defense Temple, causing ripples across its surface, yet the barrier held firm, preventing the destructive force of the Blood Sea Mad Saber from breaching it.

In that heartbeat, the concepts of light, dark, life, and demise seemed anchored within those two defensive walls.

Time appeared to stall, casting the combatants into a scene like a frozen portrait:

The two blood-hued lightning bolts, remnants of the Blood Sea Mad Saber, seemed shackled by unseen titans, held at bay by the resilient walls of their opponents, unable to push a single inch further.

The air hung heavy with the copper tang of blood and the violent static of encroaching lightning, inducing a tremor in any soul that bore witness.

Xue Chen’s expression shifted, his gaze twitching with disbelief.

He let out a thundering roar: "Advance!"

His voice dripped with raw bitterness and refusal to yield. He pushed the Blood Prison Array to its limit, drawing upon the local blood qi to feed his technique, hoping to siphon every drop of blood essence from the heavens and earth to amplify his strike to apocalyptic levels.

Under the burden of this fully awakened array, the two blood-red bolts expanded, doubling in magnitude within a blink.

Their hue deepened into a hellish, burning crimson, pulsating with an intent to obliterate everything in their path, committed to shattered the barriers of Lin Dong and Macaron.

Unfazed by the escalation, the two defenders remained as steady as immovable mountain peaks.

Lin Dong’s inner Qi flooded into the Wuji Defense Temple, causing it to burn with a blinding radiance, seemingly strong enough to scour the darkness from the world.

Simultaneously, Macaron’s Dark Shield, reinforced by his Law of Heaven and Earth, hardened into something even deeper, appearing capable of consuming space itself.

"Just how many tricks does this kid have?" Xue Chen muttered, his shock palpable as he stared unblinkingly at Lin Dong.

Macaron holding his ground was surprising but somewhat within expected parameters.

After all, Macaron was a Fourth Layer Heaven Peak Heavenly Realm Martial Artist possessing great depth of power, and since he had been holding back, finding his footing now made sense.

However, Lin Dong’s performance completely shattered his perception of reality.

Lin Dong was clearly only at the Second Heaven stage, and having already displayed fatigue, even losing his Buddha-Demon Dharma Body earlier. Yet, at this precise moment, he was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Macaron, collectively neutralizing a strike capable of threatening most Third Layer Heaven experts.

A sudden prickle of crisis prickled at Xue Chen’s nerves; he realized this youth held potential and hidden trump cards that were truly unfathomable.

Every retaliation from Lin Dong acted like a blade forged in the abyss, carving away at his ego and pride.

"His arsenal is truly inexhaustible," Xue Chen sighed internally, his eyes swirling with conflicted intent.

There was a mix of apprehension regarding Lin Dong’s potential and a dark, hungry anticipation of consuming him to evolve his own bloodline.

Amidst this suffocating, high-stakes standoff, Xue Chen suddenly offered a frigid smirk, his tone laced with venomous scorn:

"Do you only know how to cower like turtles inside their shells? It is truly pathetic. It seems you human martial artists, when facing our Blood Clan, can only endure passive beatings, entirely incapable of fighting back."

He was attempting to shatter the pair’s mental composure, knowing well that as the Blood Emperor, breaking their spirit was the ultimate key to crumbling their defenses.

His words acted like jagged steel, tearing through the silence, reaching deep into the vulnerability of Macaron’s heart.

Macaron’s internal energy wavered; his features shifted with fleeting agitation as resentment and refusal to yield bloomed in his chest.

However, the emotion proved fleeting as Macaron inhaled sharply, forcing the turbulence down and reclaiming his cold focus.

In stark contrast, Lin Dong’s reaction was entirely his own.

Undisturbed by the verbal barbs, Lin Dong didn't even blink, treating the taunts as nothing more than a passing draft.

A faint smile touched Lin Dong’s lips as his eyes glowed with keen insight, and he retorted: "Xue Chen, are you truly that afraid? Is it because you have exhausted all your ultimate techniques?"

"What is this? Only capable of this, yet still inviting us to dance? It appears your Blood Clan is merely an arrogant race of blowhards."

"You claim to be invincible at your rank, yet you cannot overcome someone two realms lower? Is this your 'invincible' level? I believe 'invincible boaster' is a more accurate title!"

Each of Lin Dong’s barbs landed like a pin into Xue Chen’s confidence.

His voice remained steady, devoid of the slightest tremor, pushing Xue Chen into his first moment of psychological instability.

Xue Chen’s complexion soured immediately, his eyes reflecting shock and unbridled fury.

He had not anticipated that this young human would possess not only overwhelming combat prowess but a mental fortitude so resilient that he could shrug off verbal attacks and counter-strike with surgical precision.

This mental battle served as a testament to their respective minds.

Macaron had briefly faltered but showed immense self-restraint to recover. Meanwhile, the wisdom of Lin Dong—surpassing his age—did more than just ignore the provocation; it used the logic against the instigator, causing the pride of the Blood Emperor to crack.

The battlefield air grew incredibly thin, and for the first time, Xue Chen harbored regret over his earlier arrogance, wondering why he had thought it necessary to let Macaron join the fray at all.

It appeared beneath his dignity, and once again, he had gravely underestimated Lin Dong.