Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2889 - 2888: He Doesn’t Dare to Come!

The intense confrontation with Tian Sha having concluded, the dust settled, and the suffocating aura that had permeated the air began to dissipate.

Chen Qing remained standing, a peculiar light glinting within his eyes.

Just then, the Blood Monk, clad in white and wearing a kasaya, slowly approached.

His movements were ethereal, as though he trod upon the very void, leaving no trace of disturbance.

With a gentle clasp of his hands, the white-robed Blood Monk gazed at Chen Qing, his expression serene and a faint smile gracing his lips. He inquired, "Benefactor Chen Qing, during that ferocious clash moments ago, you had the opportunity to utterly extinguish this Tian Sha peril. Why did you choose to spare him, withholding the final blow?"

Lin Dong’s brow furrowed subtly upon hearing this question. Then, with a slow release, he turned his gaze to the distant horizon, appearing lost in profound contemplation.

After a brief pause, his voice, steady and resolute, emerged: "Senior, leaving Tian Sha alive was a calculated move, intended to await the arrival of the Blood Clan's Young Master."

The white-clothed Blood Monk’s countenance shifted dramatically at these words, a wave of surprise and apprehension flickering across his features.

He urged, his tone laced with concern, "What? You intend to await that Blood Clan Young Master? This is like dancing on the edge of a blade – far too perilous! From my understanding, his cultivation base likely resides at the Sub Ancestor Level, his might formidable, exceeding what either you or I could easily contend with."

"Persisting in waiting for him could plunge you into a dire predicament, with a mere sliver of a chance for survival. Such a course of action is truly unnecessary."

Lin Dong gently inclined his head, his eyes radiating an unyielding determination. "I am grateful for your concern, Senior. Nevertheless, I must await him."

"If he indeed dares to appear, then that will be my fated confrontation. Regardless of whether it leads to life or death, I shall face it with equanimity. Master may then disengage."

As he spoke, a decisive spark flashed in Lin Dong’s eyes, conveying his readiness to confront any outcome.

The white-robed Blood Monk observed Lin Dong’s resolute expression, rendered momentarily speechless.

He profoundly understood that for a true cultivator, conviction often held greater weight than life itself.

Following a stretch of silence, he let out a deep sigh, his tone a complex blend of admiration and resignation. "It appears that since your ascension to the Heavenly Realm Third Layer Heaven, your strength has experienced a qualitative leap, granting you the fortitude and capability to confront a genuine Sub Ancestor. While I may not endorse your strategy, I concede that you do possess the qualifications to face that Blood Clan Young Master."

With that, the white-clothed Blood Monk clasped his hands together once more, his eyes reflecting a kaleidoscope of emotions, as if offering a silent prayer for Lin Dong or perhaps solidifying a personal resolve.

Finally, he declared, "Very well, I shall remain as well. It has been an extensive period since my last encounter with the Blood Clan Young Master, and this time, I shall witness his presence again."

The white-clothed Blood Monk had, in the past, engaged in certain encounters with the Blood Clan's Young Master.

Consequently, he was acutely aware of the terrifying prowess possessed by that particular individual.

However, even such a menacing figure, in days gone by, had been utterly vanquished by Lin Dong’s father, Lin Zhantian.

Now, after the passage of many years, Lin Zhantian had vanished without a trace. The legendary feats he accomplished on the Extraterrestrial Battlefield remained known to only a select few.

His past associates were the primary keepers of his tale.

"Time has truly flown. To think that Lin Zhantian’s son is now capable of contending with the Blood Clan Young Master..." the white-clothed Blood Monk mused with a sigh.

Lin Dong, observing the Blood Monk’s decision to stay, addressed him, "Senior, should the Blood Clan Young Master arrive and his demonstrated power vastly exceed mine, I shall engage him, and you may then depart."

"As a junior, I prioritize your safety above all else."

The white-clothed Blood Monk chuckled, remarking, "You and your father are indeed strikingly similar, even down to your temperament."

"It is precisely this resemblance that, upon receiving but a single Communication God Talisman from you, compelled me to come to your aid, regardless of any potential trap!"

As their conversation flowed, Tian Sha, standing nearby, interjected, "You would be wise to release me."

"Otherwise, when my true self arrives, your demise is all but assured."

"Should you grant me freedom, I may intercede on your behalf with my true self, potentially sparing at least one of you a grim fate!"

Lin Dong responded with a sneer upon hearing this. "Tian Sha, oh Tian Sha, you still fail to grasp your predicament."

"You are our captive now. To speak of sparing us, you truly are defying the heavens."

"Now, I am your prisoner." Tian Sha’s voice dripped with a hint of resentment and derision, an attempt to mask his internal sense of defeat with outward scorn.

Though confined and unable to utilize his Inner Qi, his gaze remained piercingly sharp, possessing an almost mystical ability to pierce through all illusions and directly perceive the deepest fears and desires hidden within the human heart.

Observing this, Lin Dong's lips curved into a subtle smile, his look a blend of caution and playful mockery: "You hold your original self in such high regard. What if he refuses to appear? Wouldn't that be rather awkward? After all, this is our domain, not the stomping ground of your Blood Clan."

Tian Sha, upon hearing Lin Dong's words, was first taken aback, then erupted into unrestrained, wild laughter. His mirth held a distinct tone of derision towards Lin Dong's taunt, yet simultaneously affirmed his own unwavering conviction.

"Lin Dong, you speak as though you are completely oblivious to the boundless expanse of heaven and earth. My original self exists beyond the confines of the mortal realm; his will is akin to the vastness of the stars, immeasurable and utterly unstoppable. How could he possibly be deterred by a mere insignificant trap or a being as trivial as an ant?"

His declaration was imbued with an immeasurable reverence and absolute confidence in that original self, as though the very being served as an unshakeable lighthouse in his heart, illuminating his path.

"Not to mention, even the fourth ancestors would merely offer a respectful bow before my original self."

A fanatical light flared within Tian Sha's eyes, revealing an ardent and unyielding devotion to absolute power.

As one of the three supreme manifestations of the Blood Clan's Young Master, Tian Sha, despite possessing independent consciousness, harbored an intense fervor for his original self.

He treated that entity as if it were a divine being!

Lin Dong listened intently, his expression unchanging, a perpetual faint smile gracing his lips. He appeared to be savoring a captivating drama unfolding before him, yet his mind seemed occupied with matters of greater depth.

He was well aware that engaging in prolonged conversation with Tian Sha yielded little benefit.

Therefore, he chose simply to remain silent, offering no further remark.

Meanwhile, Tian Sha, having vented his initial outburst, commenced an endeavor to re-energize the nearly depleted Inner Qi within his body, desperately seeking any sliver of opportunity to break free.

He closed his eyes, concentrating all his focus on this seemingly futile effort. However, no matter the extent of his struggle, the sealed power within him felt as though it were immovably fixed, like a prisoner bound without the slightest hint of release.

Ultimately, Tian Sha was forced to abandon the attempt with a heavy heart, conceding that relying solely on his own power to escape was an exercise in utter futility.

At this critical juncture, his sole hope rested upon that original self, praying that the legendary entity would perceive his dire predicament, transcend the barriers of space and time, descend to this realm, and deliver him from the depths of despair.

However, in that very moment, his countenance shifted dramatically.

It was because he detected something that instilled within him a profound sense of dread and hopelessness.

That something was the position of his original self, which had begun to recede, moving in the opposite direction.

"What is happening? Why isn't my original self coming to rescue me? Why is he retreating?"

"Could it truly be... as Lin Dong suggested, that he is... afraid?"