Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1696 - 1693: All of You, Come at Me Together!

A simple statement.

It was like an invisible slap, viciously hitting the middle-aged man’s face, making him feel utterly humiliated.

He considered himself to be quite powerful.

After all, a Golden Core Peak expert was a top-level master in the entire Cultivation World.

But he never dreamed that he would be humiliated face-to-face by a young girl at the Golden Core Stage Initial phase.

Master Wudao and his disciples were also furious, thinking Zhang Nian was too arrogant!

Xu Wendong’s voice slowly resonated: "Nian Nian, don’t be disrespectful! We must respect our opponents!"

Zhang Nian’s face showed a grievance: "I didn’t disrespect him, I really feel he’s very weak. Well, I didn’t even use my full strength in that last strike."

Xu Wendong couldn’t hold back, bursting into laughter: "Isn’t it possible that the enemy is not too weak, but that your combat power surpasses his?"

The Chaos Cold Ice Body is no less than the Sacred Body of the Ancient Sacred Body, and having the ability to defeat enemies of higher levels is reasonable.

But just after stepping into the Condensation Stage, without any combat experience, Zhang Nian could already withstand the opponent’s attack, highlighting the power of the Chaos Cold Ice Body.

"You vile person, don’t get too happy. I only used a third of my power earlier. Watch how I cut you down now!" The middle-aged man, eyes wide open with rage, released a terrifying killing intent throughout his body.

His figure suddenly twisted, and the longsword in his hand surged like a dragon out of the sea, the sword momentum like a rainbow, carving a chilling arc through the air as it fiercely struck towards Zhang Nian again.

This time.

He used all his strength!

Without the slightest reservation!

Zhang Nian’s eyebrows furrowed, the chill inside her body surging like a raging tide.

She lightly tapped the ground with her foot, her entire being like a ghost, instantly transforming into an ice-blue phantom, sidestepping nimbly to avoid the deadly strike.

Simultaneously, her hands moved faster, like two gracefully dancing butterflies, the cold swiftly gathering in front of her, instantly forming a crystal clear, rock-solid Ice Shield.

"Bang!"

A dull boom suddenly echoed.

Immediately, a terrifying wave of air blasted outwards in all directions.

The middle-aged man’s longsword struck fiercely against the Ice Shield, its surface instantly crisscrossed with cracks like a shattered spider’s web.

Yet, the Ice Shield stubbornly stood there, firmly resisting the advance of the longsword.

Zhang Nian seized this fleeting moment, holding her breath, fully mobilizing the vast and mysterious power of the Chaos Cold Ice Body within her. Strands of cold surged through her meridians like rushing streams, directly pouring into her palms.

She suddenly pushed forward, accompanied by a light shout, the Ice Shield shattered with a roar, transforming into countless sharp ice spikes, sweeping towards the opponent like a fierce ice rain, a storm of pear blossoms.

The opponent couldn’t have anticipated such a change and was instantly shocked, hurriedly waving his longsword in a state of panic to desperately block.

Despite this, several shocking blood marks were still carved onto his body by the ice spikes.

Angrily humiliated, his eyes turned red, preparing to unleash his ultimate move in a bid to reverse the situation.

Zhang Nian didn’t give him the chance.

She gave a light shout, the cold around her whirled like a massive vortex, crazily rotating, tightly enshrouding her.

Following that, a huge ice spear as tall as two people rose from the vortex’s center, mysterious runes flickering and leaping on the spear, emitting a terrifying cold that chilled to the bone.

"Go!"

Zhang Nian pointed with a jade-like hand, the ice spear seemingly endowed with life, with a deafening roar, shooting towards the disciple.

The disciple stared in horror, his feet seemingly nailed to the ground, trying to dodge but it was already too late.

With a muffled "thud," the ice spear pierced his chest sharply, the fierce impact sending his entire body flying like a broken kite, crashing heavily to the ground, leaving his fate uncertain.

For a moment, the scene descended into pin-drop silence.

Except for Xu Wendong, everyone else seemed petrified, eyes wide open, filled with shock and disbelief.

They stared hard at Zhang Nian with an expression as if they had seen a ghost.

Who could have imagined that a young cultivator at the Golden Core Stage Initial phase would so easily defeat a super expert at the Golden Core Peak?

Even witnessing it personally, they couldn’t believe such an absurd and uncanny event!

Xu Wendong’s mouth subtly curled up, forming a satisfied smile: "I told you, with your strength, you could definitely defeat that guy earlier!"

Zhang Nian panted slightly, her chest gently rising and falling, but a proud glow filled her face.

Standing resolute, her posture impeccable, a gaze as frigid as ice swept over her adversaries, a silent testament to her formidable power.

Then, drawing a deep breath, she beckoned with a playful smirk: "The prior skirmish wasn't enough, all of you, come at me simultaneously! I shall face you all on my own!"

Master Wudao, witnessing this spectacle, trembled with rage, veins popping on his face, his eyes seeming on the verge of spewing flames: "Such audacity!"

"All of you, rise! Today, we shall vanquish this impudent girl and teach her the dire consequences of provoking us!"

As the preeminent figure in the Qingyuan City Cultivation World, he had never endured such profound humiliation.

If he did not dismember Xu Wendong and Zhang Nian, the burning hatred within his heart would never be assuaged!

Upon his command, the disciples who remained beside him exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting both solemnity and unwavering resolve.

In the ensuing moment.

They launched their assault, converging on Zhang Nian like ravenous tigers.

Instantly.

A kaleidoscope of dazzling lights erupted, mystical artifacts soared through the air, and potent spiritual power currents surged like tempestuous tides, washing outwards in every direction.

Zhang Nian, positioned at the vortex of this tempest, appeared somewhat slight, a stark contrast to the overwhelming spiritual pressure permeating the surroundings.

Despite the impassivity etched on her face, confronting the cascading onslaught, her palms inexplicably began to perspire, and a slight tremble seized her legs.

Her cultivation journey had only just commenced, her combat experience pitifully meager. Now, facing a multitude of formidable opponents, apprehension and anxiety washed over her in overwhelming waves.

Leading the charge was a burly disciple, wielding a formidable Wolf Fang Club. He swung it with ferocious intensity, the resultant gust of wind howling as if it possessed the power to cleave mountains and shatter rocks. With a force akin to ten thousand catties, it descended towards Zhang Nian's head.

Zhang Nian's eyes widened in sheer panic as she instinctively raised her hand to parry the blow.

With a sharp "crack," the hastily conjured Ice Shield before her disintegrated into a spray of icy fragments, which pelted her face. The residual impact of the Wolf Fang Club left her arms feeling numb, causing her to stagger backward several paces.