Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1699 - 1696: No Match at All

Master Wudao, his chest heaving with fury and shock, felt his breath catch like a cornered, wounded beast still capable of a fierce struggle.

He recognized with piercing clarity that close-quarters combat was a definite weakness against Xu Wendong. The sheer physical prowess Xu Wendong exhibited was astonishing, far beyond the ordinary. Despite reaching the formidable Nascent Soul Stage himself, continuing such a brawl risked annihilation, a fate where both body and spirit would cease to exist.

This grim realization spurred an immediate strategic shift, executed without a second thought.

He slammed his foot down, an action akin to an ancient colossus stamping the earth, unleashing a ground-shaking rumble. Like sinister scars, cracks webbed out across the terrain.

Simultaneously, incantations spilled forth, a chant that resonated with the mystery of the Nine Netherworld, its alien syllables carrying a terrifying, incomprehensible power.

His hands danced, weaving intricate hand seals with astonishing speed, a blur of motion like a slithering Spirit Snake.

Then, in an instant.

A blinding radiance burst forth behind him, reminiscent of the dawn's first light piercing the dense clouds.

A perfectly formed, crystalline flying sword appeared, seemingly crafted from Sky Meteor Iron, emitting a resonant hum.

The moment it materialized, the air around it was cleaved as if by an invisible blade, producing a sharp, piercing whine, like a tiger entering its domain.

Runes alight upon the sword’s surface, shimmering and swirling like constellations on a clear night, radiating a sharp, chilling aura that proclaimed its formidable might.

This was Master Wudao's concealed mystical treasure, rarely revealed, a pivotal artifact in his numerous victories throughout the cultivation world.

"I never expected this fellow could compel Master to deploy the Star-breaking Sword!"

"To force Master to this extent, Xu Wendong is worthy of honor even in defeat!"

"He's a true anomaly; his power is monstrous. Without the Star-breaking Sword, Master might find him incredibly difficult to overcome!"

Master Wudao's disciples exchanged hushed, awestruck remarks upon witnessing the spectacle.

Their gazes fixed on Xu Wendong, now imbued with a profound gravity, as if confronting a primal behemoth poised to unleash devastation.

Zhang Nian stood nearby, her complexion sallow, like autumn chrysanthemums bleached by frost, her face drained of all color.

Her eyes betrayed an undisguised anxiety, darting with the restless fear of a cornered doe.

She could distinctly feel the terrifying emanations from the Star-breaking Sword, a bone-chilling sensation from the abyss that sent shivers down her spine.

Facing this blade, she felt an utter inability to resist, like a mere ant confronting the boundless heavens, overwhelmed by sheer helplessness.

"Go!"

Master Wudao bellowed, his eyes blazing with fury, like an enraged King Kong, his cry resonating like a thunderclap.

The Star-breaking Sword seemed to heed its master's command, instantly transforming into a streak of light, a celestial meteor hurtling towards Xu Wendong with the force to sunder the heavens and earth.

The sword's passage tore through space as if it were mere parchment, revealing fissures of pure, black void, resembling the gaping maw of a demon, promising utter annihilation, terrifying and absolute!

Witnessing this, Xu Wendong’s expression grew grave, yet he displayed no fear, like a lone wolf in the frigid night fixated on its quarry.

He drew a deep breath, igniting the True Qi within him. It surged forth like a beacon fire, a rampant torrent breaking its banks.

His hands moved with lightning speed before his chest, conjuring one complex, mystical hand seal after another.

In the span of a blink, a layer of golden protective True Qi coalesced around him with astonishing rapidity, appearing almost tangible.

This True Qi blazed brilliantly, like a celestial sun, so radiant it was difficult to maintain one's gaze. Faint dragon patterns writhed across its surface, exuding an aura of unyielding power, as if capable of repelling any conceivable attack.

The following moment, the Star-breaking Sword hurtled through the air, bearing the semblance of the Grim Reaper's scythe. Under the tautly strung gazes of all present, it impacted Xu Wendong's Protective True Qi with immense force.

His Protective True Qi seemed to gain sentience, spinning with ferocious speed to form a golden vortex. Within this vortex, the air howled like a grinding millstone, capable of pulverizing any aggressor, evoking the image of the most violent tempest in the cosmos.

The Star-breaking Sword plunged into the golden vortex, its descent feeling akin to being ensnared in a viscous mire. Its velocity diminished drastically, the blade vibrating incessantly, emitting mournful cries like a wounded beast in its death throes.

Despite the Star-breaking Sword's utmost exertion, its struggle to break free from the vortex resembling a ferocious beast fighting for its very existence, the runes etched upon it grew progressively fainter. They appeared to be consumed by an unfathomable darkness, much like brilliant stars being obscured by ominous, gathering clouds.

Witnessing this dire turn of events, Master Wudao's expression contorted, shifting drastically.

Never in his wildest imagination had he conceived that Xu Wendong's Protective True Qi would possess such terrifying might. It not only effortlessly repelled his full-force, rage-fueled assault but also ensnared his Star-breaking Sword as if it were bound by heavy shackles.

Without a moment's hesitation, his hands began to dance, moving with the speed and fluidity of illusions, like phantoms materializing in the dead of night. Simultaneously, his incantations intensified, as if he were channeling his entire lifetime of cultivation into this single act, akin to burning his very soul to procure greater power.

Under his strenuous, focused control, the flying sword erupted in a dazzling conflagration of light, resembling a final, brilliant flare-up before its inevitable demise.

Within that intense radiance, the runes momentarily blazed anew, generating a slight forward momentum. This surge was like its last desperate struggle before succumbing, a final act of defiance.

Nevertheless, this minor exertion proved as utterly futile as an ant attempting to topple a mighty tree when contrasted with Xu Wendong. It was incapable of perturbing him in the slightest.

Xu Wendong's gaze, sharp and piercing like that of a deity possessing omniscience, instantly perceived the flying sword's every subtle movement. The True Qi coursing through his being, much like a colossal beast awakening from a deep slumber, surged relentlessly into his Protective True Qi.

The golden vortex seemed to receive an inexhaustible supply of sustenance. Its rotational velocity escalated instantaneously, transforming into a rapidly spinning golden grindstone. This vortex gripped the struggling flying sword with the suffocating intensity of a python constricting its prey, rendering it utterly immobile.

"Crack!" A sharp, resonant breaking sound echoed, striking everyone's ears like a thunderclap, seemingly vibrating through the very core of their hearing.

Before their astonished eyes, the flying sword was violently ground and pulverized within the golden vortex. It eventually succumbed entirely to the immense pressure, disintegrating under its crushing weight. The blade fractured, shattering into countless minute fragments. These fragments, akin to shattered stars, scattered like fireworks blooming spectacularly only to wilt and vanish moments later.

"What in the blazes did I just witness?"

"The Star-breaking Sword... it was actually destroyed?"

"Merciful heavens, how is this even conceivable? That was a low-grade Spiritual Artifact!"

Master Wudao's disciples stood utterly dumbfounded. The pupils of each disciple quivered intensely, their scalps tingling with a chilling sensation that crawled down their spines, as if they had been plunged into a frigid, abyssal void.

In their collective perception, the very instant their Master unleashed the Star-breaking Sword, Xu Wendong had been unequivocally marked for death, his fate sealed.

Yet, none could have possibly foreseen this outcome.

Not only did Xu Wendong continue to live, but he had also annihilated his Master's precious Star-breaking Sword with sheer, overwhelming might.