Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2872 - 2871

The situation underwent a dramatic shift with the arrival of the White-clothed Blood Monk.

Blood Fool’s expression turned exceedingly grim as he gazed at ’Tian Sha,’ unable to suppress his question: "Is that the White-clothed Blood Monk, the one who holds the first rank on the Five Elements Stele?"

Tian Sha offered a nod, then directed a complex gaze towards Lin Dong.

"I truly did not anticipate you managing to summon him here," Tian Sha’s voice, though deep and resonant, conveyed an acknowledgment of Lin Dong's capabilities and a helpless assessment of their current predicament.

A tinge of regret also surfaced, for having inadvertently provided Lin Dong the chance to seek assistance.

Yet, a moment later, his face regained a mask of confidence.

He spoke with icy disdain, "Lin Dong, even if you have succeeded in bringing the White-clothed Blood Monk, what of it?"

"The ’Shura Blood Domain’ boasts a sturdier defense than anyone imagined. Even he finds himself at a loss before it for the moment."

Upon hearing this, the White-clothed Blood Monk clasped his hands together, shut his eyes in deep contemplation, and then suddenly snapped them open. An immense surge of power erupted from within him, impacting the seemingly ethereal yet impregnable boundary wall of the ’Shura Blood Domain.’

Shockingly, however, this boundary appeared to possess an all-devouring resilience. The White-clothed Blood Monk’s formidable attack, despite its strength, only managed to generate fleeting ripples that were swiftly absorbed and nullified.

"The defensive capabilities of this barrier are unexpectedly potent to such a degree..." The White-clothed Blood Monk’s voice held a note of incredulity. He possessed a keen understanding of his own might, yet he was forced to concede that the ’Shura Blood Domain’ presented one of the most formidable defenses he had ever encountered.

"Lin Dong, you truly should not have escalated this to a point where our very lives are at stake. Surrender the Water Origin, and all of this can be forgotten. What do you say?" Tian Sha extended another offer.

Lin Dong observed the unfolding events from the sidelines. Despite feeling an immense pressure bearing down on him, his gaze only grew more resolute.

Faced with Tian Sha’s proposition—to exchange the Water Origin for his survival—he decisively shook his head.

"The Water Origin holds profound significance; I cannot permit it to fall into the hands of your Blood Clan."

"And with your Blood Clan, it is a matter of either your demise or mine. There is nothing further to discuss." Lin Dong’s voice rang out, clear and unwavering, underscoring his unyielding determination to fight until the bitter end.

Witnessing this defiance, the corner of Tian Sha’s mouth twisted into a cold, mocking smile, reflecting both his disdain for Lin Dong's stubbornness and his own resolute decisiveness.

"Very well, since you remain so obstinate, there is nothing more to be said. Remember this, do not presume that the advent of the White-clothed Blood Monk can alter the outcome. Within this ’Shura Blood Domain,’ I am the undisputed master."

As Tian Sha’s chilling declaration permeated the air, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to congeal, every particle of space saturated with an ineffable heaviness and suffocating pressure.

Lin Dong, Tian Sha, and Blood Fool, who watched the proceedings intently from a short distance, now stood locked in a confrontation that seemed to warp the very fabric of the world around them.

Lin Dong’s eyes swept across Tian Sha’s form, a potent curiosity concerning his true identity surging within his heart.

He had personally witnessed the subtle interplay of emotions the White-clothed Blood Monk displayed towards Tian Sha—a complex blend of surprise, familiarity, and underlying wariness—prompting Lin Dong to surmise that Tian Sha's enigma might indeed run far deeper than his initial assessments.

"Senior White-clothed Blood Monk," Lin Dong’s voice sliced through the oppressive air, tinged with a palpable urgency, "It appears you are acquainted with this Tian Sha? Pray tell, what is his exact standing within the Blood Clan?"

Lin Dong’s words betrayed a deep yearning for clarity. He understood all too well that comprehending the nature of one's adversary was frequently the linchpin of any potential victory.

The White-clothed Blood Monk remained positioned outside the confines of the ’Shura Blood Domain.’ Each of his efforts felt akin to a stone cast into a bottomless abyss. Even when invoking the most profound Buddhist secret techniques, he could not elicit the slightest tremor from the boundary wall.

Nevertheless, in response to Lin Dong's inquiry, the White-clothed Blood Monk did not falter in his actions. His voice traversed the spatial divide, reaching Lin Dong’s ears with pristine clarity and resonant depth:

"He is one of the Blood Clan Young Master’s Three Corpses."

"One of the Three Corpses?" Lin Dong’s brow furrowed upon hearing this, a cascade of questions flooding his mind. While he possessed some knowledge of the Blood Clan, the concept of the 'Three Corpses' was entirely foreign, igniting an intense desire for further enlightenment.

However, before the White-clothed Blood Monk could elaborate, the combined onslaught of Tian Sha and Blood Fool had already descended, abruptly shattering Lin Dong’s contemplation.

Tian Sha’s eyes flared with a sinister scarlet light, appearing as though they could pierce the very core of an individual's deepest fears.

Beside him, Blood Fool moved with the predatory stealth of a lurking beast, poised to deliver a swift and fatal strike at any given moment.

Their intertwined auras converged, manifesting as a suffocating wave of pressure that bore down relentlessly upon Lin Dong.

"Senior..." Before Lin Dong could complete his sentence, a flash of crimson light and a shadowy figure clashed violently mid-air, erupting in a thunderous explosion.

Tian Sha and Blood Fool’s assault descended like a ferocious tempest, relentless and intense, compelling Lin Dong to dedicate his full attention to countering this sudden peril.

Observing this, the White-clothed Blood Monk saw no need for further explanation to Lin Dong. He continued to assail the 'Shura Blood Domain' and called out:

"Lin Dong, we must join forces and shatter this Blood Domain space first! Only then can I offer aid; otherwise, my hands are tied."

Lin Dong gave a curt nod, setting aside his immediate curiosity about the 'Three Corpses' matter.

"Blood Evil Palm~~~" At that precise moment, Tian Sha launched another surprise assault.

Having mastered the Space Transfer Technique, his movements were elusive, appearing and vanishing with unpredictable swiftness, making it challenging even for Lin Dong to defend or anticipate his strikes.

One might expect an attack from behind, but that was not the case. Instead, the blow came from below.

One might assume an attack from below, yet again, that proved incorrect. The strike originated from the front.

Unable to predict Tian Sha's unpredictable assaults and finding himself unable to deploy the Earth Dragon Treasure Technique, Lin Dong was utterly incapable of dodging.

His only recourse was to rely on his formidable defensive capabilities to absorb the impact directly!

"Boom~~~"

This time, the Blood Evil Palm, an undoubtedly potent secret technique of their Blood Clan, slammed into Lin Dong’s fully activated defenses, yet it sent him flying with ease.

Lin Dong once more coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

Witnessing this, the White-clothed Blood Monk declared, "Lin Dong, we can no longer afford to delay. We must coordinate our efforts, from the inside and the outside, to see if we can breach the boundary wall of this 'Shura Blood Domain'!"

Lin Dong nodded in agreement. "Very well, let us strike the same point simultaneously. You attack from the exterior, and I shall strike from within."

With his decision made, Lin Dong began to gather energy for the 'Sword of Wuji,' which soon materialized before him.

Stretching several hundred meters long, it radiated a sword light akin to a celestial blade, capable of cleaving through both heaven and earth.

"Sword One!!!"

Upon manifesting the Sword of Wuji, he unleashed 'Sword One,' a technique that, aside from 'Sword Two,' represented his most powerful offensive ability at present.

He directed his strike towards the exact location on the boundary wall where the White-clothed Blood Monk was positioned, swinging the imposing blade.

Naturally, the White-clothed Blood Monk was not idle; he too unleashed an attack imbued with Buddhist power.

"Thousand-Handed Lotus Palm!"

Thousands of palms erupted from his form, each infused with Buddhist energy, converging their assault on the identical spot.

"Whiz~~~"

"Boom~~~"

The searing sword light and the devout Buddhist assault impacted the same point on the boundary wall in unison.

Instantly, a resplendent radiance burst forth...