Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1700 - 1697: Not Satisfying Enough

Master Wudao appeared as if struck by a bolt from the blue, his frame shuddering violently as a torrent of crimson blood erupted uncontrollably from his mouth, spraying outward like a fountain. The bloody mist instantly perfumed the air with a metallic tang. His face drained of all color, becoming ashen white, resembling a zombie whose lifeblood had been utterly siphoned, radiating an aura of profound stillness. His stance became unsteady, akin to a solitary candle flame flickering precariously in a tempest, on the verge of being extinguished. This was due to the Star-breaking Sword's intrinsic link to his soul; its destruction had unleashed a severe soul backlash upon him. An overwhelming flood of pain cascaded through him instantaneously. Yet, Xu Wendong remained like an immeasurably tall, unyielding War God. Although the protective True Qi surrounding him had diminished somewhat from its prior brilliance, it still emanated a terrifyingly potent aura. With his chin slightly elevated, his gaze, as piercingly cold as an ice blade, slowly traversed Master Wudao. The blatant disdain in his eyes, sharp and tangible like a honed blade, plunged directly into the core of Master Wudao's heart, inducing an almost suffocating sensation. "Impossible, this cannot be!" "How could you, a mere ant at the Foundation Establishment Stage, possess the ability to annihilate my Spirit Sword?" Master Wudao's eyes widened in sheer horror, his former proud and arrogant demeanor collapsing into utter despair. Xu Wendong let out a soft chuckle. "You understand nothing of my true strength!" Sensing Xu Wendong's dismissive attitude, Master Wudao's rage intensified. He clenched his jaw, the veins on his cheeks bulging, like a cornered beast desperately lashing out. Then, with trembling hands, he delved into his storage bag, fumbling briefly before producing a Thunder Talisman that pulsed with a dim, deep blue luminescence. The moment the talisman materialized, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to become instantly charged, as if ionized by a powerful current. The intricate runes etched upon the Thunder Talisman writhed and flickered like living entities, hinting at a contained, earth-shattering wrath, creating a suffocating impression. "Today marks your demise!" Master Wudao bellowed skyward, his voice like that of a crazed Demon God, seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens. Without a moment's delay, he fiercely ignited his own Soul Force, treating his very soul as the most potent fuel, and channeled it with frenzied intensity into the Thunder Talisman. In a flash, the Thunder Talisman seemed to awaken, much like an ancient, ferocious beast, its light flaring to an extreme brilliance, resembling a blazing azure sun suspended in the firmament. The intense radiance made it impossible to keep one's eyes open, and the volatile energy contained within felt like a slumbering volcano on the brink of eruption, poised to obliterate the entire world into innumerable fragments. Witnessing this spectacle, Master Wudao's disciples were overcome with sorrow and a sense of helpless resignation. While they knew Xu Wendong would undoubtedly perish under the onslaught of the Thunder Talisman, the cost was appallingly tragic. Their master's soul was already critically wounded, and now he was expending Soul Force to unleash the Thunder Talisman. Even if Xu Wendong were obliterated, their master would inevitably dissipate as well. "Begone!" With a roar that rivaled the fury of thunder, Master Wudao commanded. The Thunder Talisman, as if obeying a final decree, transformed instantly into a beam of azure lightning that pierced the heavens, hurtling towards Xu Wendong with an unstoppable, overwhelming momentum, swift as a lightning strike. In its wake, the very fabric of space tore asunder, like fragile glass shattered into countless minuscule pieces. Within the void, the clash of lightning and thunder echoed, resembling the final judgment of doomsday. The earth-shattering power was enough to instill a primal fear in any observer, plunging them into a state of apocalyptic dread. Xu Wendong's brow furrowed slightly as he perceived the formidable might of the Thunder Talisman, an unexpected premonition of peril stirring within him. With no time for further contemplation, he once again channeled the True Qi coursing through his body. The previously subdued golden vortex within him began to spin with accelerated vigor, as if receiving a powerful surge of reinforcement. Its radiance intensified, becoming increasingly brilliant and dazzling, like a phoenix erupting from its ashes in a glorious blaze. However, reality proved cruelly unyielding; the Thunder Talisman's power was overwhelmingly dominant, akin to an unstoppable torrent of steel obliterating all obstacles in its path. With a sharp "crack," a colossal impact resounded.

With a sound like the heavens shattering, Xu Wendong's meticulously maintained protective True Qi was fractured, as if an eggshell, by the sheer might of the Thunder Talisman, leaving behind a gaping wound.

The golden radiance vanished in an instant, dissolving like a transient dream, scattering into shimmering starlight and dispersing into the immense expanse as though it had never been.

"Perish!" Master Wudao erupted into maniacal laughter.

His disciples, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, eagerly awaited Xu Wendong's complete annihilation.

A pallor spread across Zhang Nian's pretty face, her heart churning with anxiety and apprehension.

The very next moment.

A scene that defied belief unfolded.

The world-ending Sky Thunder descended upon Xu Wendong, yet astonishingly, he remained standing, utterly unscathed, not obliterated as expected.

Simultaneously.

The formidable Sky Thunder oddly flowed into his body, vanishing as if it had never materialized.

If that were the extent of it, it would not be so astonishing.

What was even more inconceivable was Xu Wendong's subsequent satisfied burp: "Not bad taste, but lacking in power, not enjoyable enough!"

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Master Wudao seemed frozen, like a statue of wood or clay, his eyes wide with disbelief, witnessing what appeared to be the most preposterous and unbelievable event in existence, his gaze filled with shock and utter despair.

An overwhelming sense of helplessness washed over him.

He could not fathom how his ultimate attack, empowered by the burning of his very soul, could simply dissipate like sand into the ocean, not only failing to harm Xu Wendong but being absorbed by him!

It felt akin to launching a full-force punch only to strike a padded cushion, yielding and devoid of any impact.

His disciples trembled even more violently, consumed by fear.

In their terrified eyes, Xu Wendong was no longer mortal but an entity akin to a deity.

There was no other explanation for such overwhelming combat prowess.

"Who in the world is he? His strength is terrifyingly immense!" Zhang Nian stared intently at Xu Wendong, her lovely eyes wide with undisguised amazement.

Yet, even more prominent was her burgeoning admiration!

After all, the Cultivation World operates fundamentally on the principle of the strong preying upon the weak.

True respect is earned only by the powerful!

Xu Wendong's gaze fell coldly upon Master Wudao, as if appraising a minuscule, utterly defeated pawn: "I instructed you to behave, yet why did you not heed my words?"

"With your meager abilities, you dared to attempt to take my life?"

"You truly overestimated your own capabilities!"

Master Wudao, snapping out of his shocked stupor, looked weakly at Xu Wendong: "You... What exactly are you? Why is your power so formidable?"