Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2806 - 2805: You’re the First!

From the edge of the sky, a strand of black clouds silently scattered, as sunlight stabbed through the clouds, but it failed to scatter the oppressive darkness blanketing this territory.

A mysterious aura drifted down from above, filling the atmosphere.

Jile War God gazed in terror toward the source of the overwhelming pressure.

With that single look, horror twisted his features.

This aura originated from Lin Dong, of course.

Right now, he soared in from the horizon, enveloped in endless fury.

Hei Long War God flew alongside him, equally blazing with wrath.

Besides them, a man with cat-like ears stood by Lin Dong, his gaze brimming with rage and grief—he was Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband, a tribesman who had lost his home and loved one.

The moment their silhouettes emerged before Jile War God, time appeared to halt.

Jile War God wore an incredulous expression right then.

He had never imagined his former crimes would draw Lin Dong's attention.

Spotting Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband especially made panic flicker in Jile War God’s eyes, the dread of a culprit unmasked.

Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband shook with fury, crimson glow filling his eyes as hatred blazed within.

He knew this foe who had inflicted boundless agony on him, the monster who razed his tribe and violated and slaughtered his wife right before him.

Revenge burned in his heart, every fiber of his being howling to inflict a thousand torments on this villain.

Lin Dong held back from striking at once; his piercing stare burned past Jile War God’s outward terror, straight into his soul.

He glanced at Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband, his tone grave and steady: "Is it him?"

The tribesman nodded firmly, roaring out in profound grief:

"It is him!"

Lin Dong’s gaze chilled instantly, like eternal frost, stripped of all warmth.

His eyes locked onto Jile War God, as if to bore right through him.

"I truly regret not killing you back then," Lin Dong’s voice seethed with boundless wrath and sharp regret. "You beast, you got the opportunity to hurt Ah-Sheng and her tribe."

By now, Jile War God quaked in utmost terror, his frame shuddering without control, his words trembling too:

"Lin... Lin War God... spare me, spare me!"

He begged desperately for some miracle, yet Lin Dong’s soul raged with fire.

"Spare you?" Lin Dong scoffed, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"I gave you a chance once before—what did you do with it?"

His statements struck like daggers, slicing deep into Jile War God’s core with every phrase.

"Ah-Sheng’s tribe welcomed you with kindness, but you betrayed them, wiped out their people, and unleashed those atrocities. You violated and murdered those helpless women one after another—did their suffering and hopelessness ever cross your mind?"

Lin Dong’s voice grew frigid and unyielding by the finish: "Today, I bring justice for Ah-Sheng’s tribe."

"I will make you atone for your sins. I will make your torment surpass death itself."

These words drained all color from Jile War God’s face.

"Thud～～" Without a second thought, Jile War God dropped to his knees before Lin Dong.

Pale as death, his face mirrored the fear and hopelessness in his eyes.

He understood perfectly that against Lin Dong’s might, resistance was futile.

So he pleaded frantically: "Lin War God, spare me! Spare my life, and everything here is yours. I don’t want it, don’t want any of it."

As he begged, he gestured at the heap of treasures and precious herbs nearby, offering them to buy his survival.

But Lin Dong ignored the cries, advancing steadily with iron resolve.

Every footfall landed like a mountain’s weight, crushing Jile War God with intolerable force.

Lin Dong’s aura raged like a tempest, bearing down so fiercely that Jile War God couldn’t channel his Inner Qi properly, left only to quiver powerlessly.

Sensing the resolve and fury in Lin Dong’s stare, Jile War God blurted out again: "Lin War God, they were mere primitive tribesmen, not even human—nothing like us martial artists. Slaughtering them is just like men killing chickens or ducks!"

"We and they belong to entirely different kinds."

Through such twisted logic, he sought to justify himself, but Lin Dong’s eyes iced over further, his inner rage flaring hotter.

Lin Dong regarded him with icy disdain, his voice resonant and commanding: "You’re mistaken. Regardless of their background or kind, they were living beings. You hold no authority to steal their lives or degrade their honor."

"They showed you mercy, yet you butchered them without mercy..."

"Your deeds defy heaven and earth’s order—and they’ve ignited my wrath."

Terror seized Jile War God even more fiercely upon hearing this.

He kept pleading desperately: "Lin War God, why must you kill me, an Earth Realm martial artist, for a bunch of natives? Reaching this cultivation level wasn't easy at all. I beg you, Lin War God, spare me."

"Should you spare my life, I'll dedicate everything I own to you and serve you like a servant, pleading only for you to let me live..."

But before he could utter another word, Lin Dong's horrifying aura crashed down on him like a raging flood.

Jile War God sensed an unyielding force clamping down on him, immobilizing him completely.

Next came a crisp 'crack' from his own body—the unmistakable snap of breaking bones.

Lin Dong precisely directed the power, snapping the bones in Jile War God’s body one segment at a time.

The torment resembled the sky itself collapsing to pulverize his skeleton, plunging him into agony far beyond mere death.

"Ahhhh～～～"

Jile War God’s agonized shrieks resounded repeatedly through the boundless heavens and earth.

To his ears, Lin Dong’s voice boomed like a demon’s whisper:

"You've never endured the agony of bones shattering bit by bit, have you? I've never inflicted this torment on anyone before."

"And you get to be the very first!"

His voice brimmed with seething fury and glacial chill, as if channeling every ounce of hatred toward this vile offender.

"Crack-crack～～～" The relentless sounds of fracturing bones emanated from Jile War God’s body, mingled with his ear-piercing howls.

Right then, he genuinely tasted suffering worse than death itself.

He regretted deeply, despaired utterly, begged frantically—yet nothing worked.

Lin Dong’s blazing anger refused to subside, no matter his desperate entreaties.

In this manner, he aimed to appease the wandering souls of the slain innocents.