Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2746 - 2745: Reenacting the Battle!

The Blood Clan Young Master hovered amidst the void, surveying the carnage scattered across the battlefield below.

Nothing remained but a landscape of chaos and pulverized flesh.

His piercing, crimson eyes shimmered with a mixture of sagacity and burning curiosity.

"It is truly beyond my expectations that someone below the Secondary Ancestor rank managed to slaughter Xue Chen," he mused, his voice resonant and commanding. "I find myself incredibly intrigued by the details of this struggle—and specifically, who exactly was responsible for Xue Chen's demise?"

Behind him stood Blood Slave, one of the seven elite servants of the Young Master and a comrade deeply loyal to the fallen Xue Chen.

Blood Slave’s expression was iron-hard, his gaze flickering with unyielding intensity, fully aware of just how formidable Xue Chen had been.

"Young Master, in terms of sheer might, Xue Chen was an invincible force among human martial artists for anyone below the Secondary Ancestor level!" he interjected.

"He could never have been defeated so easily; it must have been those spineless human martial artists, lacking all martial integrity, who swarmed him to bring about his end."

As Blood Slave spoke, his voice heavy with grief and indignation, the Young Master offered a slight nod, a flicker of validation crossing his features.

"Your hypothesis has merit, though truth often hides in the minutiae. Determining the true flow of this battle should not prove difficult."

A faint, confident smile touched the Young Master's lips as he exuded a sense of absolute control.

"The Blood Shadow Technique can partially reconstruct the events that transpired." He gracefully raised his hands, fingers locking together in a complex weave, and began chanting ancient incantations.

As the spell surged, his blood-colored robes fluttered rhythmically despite the stillness of the air, as if influenced by some unseen pulse.

Blood Slave watched in hushed anticipation, his body tight with tension.

He recognized the Blood Shadow Technique as a high-level secret art of their clan, capable of窥 peering through the veils of time to restore the gravity of past battles.

Naturally, this rite required the area to be saturated with the essence of their kind to succeed.

Such a technique demanded a staggering expenditure of blood Qi, placing a significant strain on the practitioner.

Yet, the Young Master remained undeterred, his focus consumed by a relentless thirst for the truth.

He was desperate to gaze upon the human who had struck down Xue Chen.

As the chant peaked, his physical form grew translucent, blending seamlessly into the atmosphere.

A violent crimson radiance erupted from him, washing over the entire field of battle.

Caught within the brilliance of this light, the terrain seemed to shift and contort.

The air itself fractured as holographic memories manifested before the Young Master’s eyes.

They bore witness to the clash between Xue Chen and his foe—a savage dance of blood, fire, and the finality of death.

The Young Master watched with total absorption, his expression oscillating between genuine astonishment and analytical contemplation.

He felt as if he were physically present, observing both the collapse of Xue Chen and the terrifying power of his opponent.

As the vision advanced, he finally locked eyes with the man who had ended Xue Chen.

"Impossible! This killer is nothing more than a Human Heavenly Realm Martial Artist at the Second Layer Heaven!"

Blood Slave, catching sight of the combatants in the projection, was struck dumb with horror.

"And you must realize," the Young Master added, his tone sharpening, "he faced two adversaries simultaneously. Not only did he slay Xue Chen, but he also dismantled a Human Fourth Heaven Heavenly Realm Martial Artist!"

"I, even at the peak of my own Second Heaven stage, would not be capable of such a feat!"

"Had I been at the Second Heaven, I would not have lasted against Xue Chen, a Four-star Blood Emperor, let alone faced two such warriors at once!"

"Who is this person? When did the Human Clan foster such a monstrous prodigy?"

Even the Young Master struggled to contain his utter shock.

He murmured to himself, his mind racing with conflicting emotions.

The boy’s sheer strength filled him with both alarm and a perverse sense of excitement.

For the first time in an eternity, he had discovered a human martial artist worthy of the title 'rival'.

Beyond the excitement lay a deep-seated anticipation; he longed to cross blades with this individual personally.

From the perspective of his duty to the Blood Clan, however, he knew he had to identify this youth, measure his true potential, and ensure the clan’s survival.

Blood Slave, too, stared at the image of the killer, his heart hardening with a vow to exact vengeance and force the youth to pay in blood.

As the vision dissolved, the Young Master dispelled the technique and regained his solidity.

He leveled a heavy gaze at his servant and murmured, "While the technique only revealed the battle itself, the conclusion is clear. It appears he reclaimed the blood jade held by Xue Chen."

His voice turned glacial at the mention of the artifact.

That blood jade was vital to a grand design he had been cultivating for years.

It had to be recovered at any cost.

"Locate him, regardless of his background, and retrieve the jade," the Young Master commanded, his tone soft yet carrying the weight of an executioner's gavel.

Blood Slave bowed instantly. "Such an extraordinary human Tianjiao will not be difficult to track down."

"Perhaps by interrogating survivors captured from the local human sectors, we shall unearth his true identity!"

The Young Master nodded slowly. "This engagement has drawn many eyes. Numerous human martial artists are converging upon this site. It is the perfect opportunity—slaughter them all."

"Xue Chen died by a human's hand; we shall offer a blood sacrifice in his memory!"

"Purge every human within a five-hundred-kilometer radius. Leave no one breathing!"

"As you command!" Blood Slave vanished into the horizon.

The Young Master stayed behind, the memories from the Blood Shadow Technique replaying in his mind.

"Humans capable of contending with our kind at the same rank are typically honored as Hundred-Year Myths! Some reach the level of Thousand-Year Myth!"

"To surpass us by a single rank is the hallmark of a Five-Thousand-Year Myth. Throughout all of history, these figures have been exceedingly rare."

"Yet you... you outperform us by two full ranks and dispatch an extra Fourth Heaven fighter as well. You are nothing less than a Ten-Thousand-Year Myth!"

"Such a Tianjiao brings to mind an old acquaintance from long ago, yet you are clearly not him. If he survived, he would be a Secondary Ancestor by now, if not stronger..."

The Blood Clan Young Master whispered to the silence, perhaps speaking to the air or, more likely, debating with the ghosts of his own past.