Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2745 - 2744: Blood Clan Young Master from Beyond the Domain!

With the skirmish finally drawing to a close, Lin Dong inhaled deeply. A sound akin to rumbling wind and thunder echoed within his chest, serving as a clear indicator that his internal reserves were nearing total depletion.

His grueling clash against Xue Chen and Macaron, exacerbated by the deployment of the devastatingly potent "Sword Two," had effectively drained both his vital inner qi and his resolve.

At this moment, he resembled an ancient tree battered by a merciless gale; though it remained upright, its foundation was compromised, teetering precariously on the brink of collapse.

"It appears that despite the ability of Sword Two to rival a Secondary Ancestor’s blow, the demand it places on my inner qi following its execution is equally immense."

"Given my current level of cultivation, wielding Sword Two is simply an excessive burden to bear."

"Martial Artists of the Second Heaven in the Heavenly Realm can manage no more than one strike! The exhaustion is not merely physical, consuming inner qi, but also strains one's mental fortitude and willpower."

If the deficit were solely in inner qi, a Deadwood Dan could easily be used to replenish his stores.

However, this specific form of drain clearly surpasses the restorative capabilities of a simple Deadwood Dan.

He shook his head and scanned his surroundings. The smoke of the battlefield was fading, revealing only scorched earth, shattered remnants of artifacts, and the oppressive, thick scent of iron-rich blood staining the air.

Lin Dong remained vigilantly on guard; such a massive commotion was bound to draw the attention of nearby Demon Emperors or perhaps even more formidable entities.

Within the Extraterrestrial Battlefield, strength is the only law, and even the slightest disturbance can become an opportunity for the predatory nature of others.

An encounter with a Demon Emperor requires no explanation; human Martial Artists and Demon Emperors are locked in a blood feud, and meeting usually guarantees an immediate struggle.

Furthermore, one must remain cautious even when dealing with fellow human Martial Artists.

In this domain, the Heavenly Oath serves only to prevent Secondary Ancestors from targeting other Heavenly Realm Martial Artists; it provides no protection against those of the same tier belonging to rival factions.

This implies that if a Western Heavenly Realm Martial Artist beneath the rank of a Secondary Ancestor happens to covet your treasures and decides to execute you, the Heavenly Oath offers no punishment.

Because this is the Extraterrestrial Battlefield!

It is, by its very nature, a theater of war where combat remains unrestricted.

Naturally, Lin Dong’s primary cause for alarm remains the Extraterritorial Blood Clan.

Having slain Xue Chen, it is entirely possible that other high-ranking members of his clan could perceive the event. Should another warrior of Xue Chen's caliber appear, Lin Dong would surely meet his end.

He would be unequivocally unable to withstand such an opponent.

"I must depart immediately," Lin Dong whispered to himself as he hauled his body upright, each movement feeling uncharacteristically laborious.

Fighting through the encroaching exhaustion, he began to retreat away from the battlefield, every stride pushing against the very ceiling of his endurance.

Just as he was preparing to slip into the shadows and vanish, a peculiar shimmer grasped his attention.

It radiated from a faint luminescence at the precise spot where Xue Chen had met his demise, shining with an unnatural brilliance in the gloom.

Lin Dong’s heart skipped a beat; gathering his flagging spirit, he turned to investigate the source of the glow.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered a sphere of crimson light hovering silently above the ground, acting perhaps as a final memento of Xue Chen or the manifestation of some enigmatic power.

Encased within this orb lay a crystal-clear piece of blood jade, casting a soft, sanguine fluorescence that stood in stark contrast to the surrounding aura of slaughter.

Lin Dong stared at the jade, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Despite his extensive knowledge, he had never encountered such a bizarre artifact. What baffled him even more was the fact that the blood jade remained completely untouched despite being caught in the path of his full-strength "Sword Two" strike.

This durability and aura of mystery only served to make it all the more intriguing.

"What is the true origin of this object? And what manner of power does it hold?" Lin Dong pondered, gently extending a finger to touch the perimeter of the light sphere.

To his surprise, the sphere exhibited no hostility. As if it sensed his intentions, it gradually contracted, carefully depositing the血 jade into the palm of his hand.

Touching the cool surface of the jade, a strange, indescribable sensation washed over him.

"This holds an undeniably terrifying amount of energy. I will pocket this for now," he decided.

After securing the item safely, Lin Dong resumed his long journey away from the scene.

Under the shroud of night, his form eventually faded into the distance, leaving only the battlefield—now a scarred relic of the, conflict—to whisper the tale of the violent moments that had transpired there.

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Approximately an hour after Lin Dong’s departure, the battlefield, which had briefly drifted into an uneasy silence, began to churn once more.

The air distorted under an unseen force, and a crimson rift materialized, swirling until it coalesced into a colossal, blood-hued gateway.

It stood like a summoning straight from the abyss, radiating an aura of profound dread and impending doom.

The gate creaked open, admitting two silhouettes enveloped in an exceptionally dense, bloody miasma.

As if they had just stepped out of an endless slaughter, their rhythmic footsteps sounded like a dirge of bone and blood.

In the lead walked a youth possessing a terrifyingly monstrous, yet striking, appearance.

His skin was deathly pale—a shade that had clearly never known the warmth of the sun—lending him a cold, transcendent beauty.

The youth’s eyes, like two rubies pulled from the dark depths, hummed with a mesmerizing gleam, while a thin, chilling smile played upon his lips.

He was draped in a formal robe of deep crimson, adorned with intricate, pulsing runes that clearly contained fragments of ancient power.

Most arresting was the crown resting upon his brow, forged from an unknown, otherworldly material and encrusted with gems that glowed like miniature, dying worlds.

It was a clear testament to his exalted status!

His posture remained cold and regal, exuding the absolute authority of a king, as if the very Earth trembled beneath his steps.

He lifted his head, his gaze piercing through the void of the blood gate toward the direction of Lin Dong’s retreat, his eyes flickering with a faint, jagged chill.

Behind him followed a member of the blood clan, possessing a strength comparable to the fallen Xue Chen; he was tall, hulking, and hideous, his own red eyes mark of a veteran warrior.

With his head bowed, his voice resonated with deep reverence as he spoke to the youth ahead: "Young Master, Xue Chen has surely perished."

He took a sharp breath as he spoke, evidently struggling against the crushing atmospheric pressure emitted by the youth.

They stood like ancient subjects before their sovereign, not daring to draw a full breath.

The blood clan youth merely smiled wider upon hearing this, though the expression did nothing to mask the underlying, eternal ice in his soul.

"Oh? He is dead? A Four-star Blood Emperor, destroyed? And there is no aura of a Secondary Ancestor detected here. This certainly wasn't the work of one of those masters!"

"How fascinating that among the humans, there exists someone below the rank of Secondary Ancestor capable of felling Xue Chen. It seems our human rivals are far more resilient than we initially calculated."

He spoke with a soft, melodic voice, his tone shifting between complete apathy regarding Xue Chen's demise and a predatory curiosity toward their mysterious new adversary.

Without further preamble, the blood clan young master pivoted, his ruby eyes scouring the desolate battlefield as if searching for something buried in the silence of the aftermath.