Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1859 - 1856: Do You Know Who I Am?

However, in Xu Wendong’s eyes, this seemingly fierce palm strike appeared as if it were in slow motion.

After his diligent cultivation in the Nether Crystal Vein, he had successfully reached the Seventh Level of the Soul Transformation Realm and was even at its peak, only a step away from the Eighth Level.

Thus, the gap in cultivation level between them was not as large as one might imagine.

"Your speed is just way too slow." Xu Wendong sneered, his eyes filled with mockery.

His figure flashed like a ghost, and with a backhanded slap accompanied by a whooshing wind, he struck Bai Gushan’s face directly.

A crisp "slap" echoed sharply in the silent courtyard.

Bai Gushan only felt a burning pain on his face, as if hit by a heavy hammer, forcing him to stumble back several steps, his eyes full of shock and disbelief, leaving him dumbstruck.

"No way, Senior Brother Bai was actually hit?"

"Wasn’t that kid said to have only the Fifth Level of Soul Transformation Realm?"

"Is the information wrong?"

The crowd murmured among themselves, expressions of confusion and astonishment on their faces.

Before coming here, they had carefully investigated Xu Wendong’s situation. Although they knew he had killed Lin Dong and had some skills, his realm was considered low and not worth their attention.

But now, even Bai Gushan at the Ninth Level of Soul Transformation Realm had been beaten, leaving everyone perplexed.

"That’s it?" Xu Wendong’s face was full of disdain, his lips curling into a contemptuous smile.

"You have this bit of skill and yet you imitate robbing others? Line up properly if you don’t want any trouble and hand over your valuables." Xu Wendong stood in the courtyard, playfully eyeing the crowd.

The disciples’ hearts pounded, a surge of fear rising as they looked into Xu Wendong’s oppressive gaze.

At this moment, Bai Gushan, covering his face, was still shocked, faintly sensing that something was amiss.

"All of you, attack him now!" Bai Gushan, humiliated and furious, shouted while pointing at the many disciples.

Pressured by Bai Gushan’s tyranny, the disciples exchanged helpless glances and reluctantly acted.

They knew well that Bai Gushan was a distant relative of Elder Bai, often using Elder Bai’s authority to bully and oppress them.

"Even all of you attacking won’t work." Xu Wendong sneered as he moved swiftly among them like a swimming dragon.

In just a moment, his fists rained down densely on the group’s stomachs.

The dull thuds echoed, as this group’s cultivation levels, all being below the Eighth Level of Soul Transformation Realm, were inferior to Bai Gushan’s.

Meanwhile, possessing the Nine Netherworlds Manual, Xu Wendong had absorbed an enormous amount of Yin Energy, his power far surpassing theirs.

"Ouch... Senior Brother Bai, he’s too tough; we should leave." A Heavenly Nether Sect disciple moaned in pain, his face full of agony.

He understood that this newcomer was not weak and that they couldn’t handle him. If it went on, they’d all end up unable to stand.

"Damn it..." Bai Gushan gritted his teeth, rage burning in his eyes.

Seeing so many disciples beaten down, his anger was immense, yet he dared not advance recklessly.

He turned to leave the courtyard, only to find Xu Wendong already blocking the entrance like a ghost.

"I already told you to hand over your valuables." Xu Wendong said coldly, the authority in his eyes leaving no room for doubt. "Since you’re here, don’t think about leaving so easily."

Witnessing this, Bai Gushan’s pupils shrank instantly, a wave of fear surging inside him.

He could never have imagined that this guy was serious about robbing them.

"Do you... do you know who I am?" Bai Gushan’s voice trembled with an uncontrollable fury.

In his understanding, he was always the one robbing others; no one dared to rob him.

"Why should I care who you are?" Xu Wendong spat disdainfully: "You came to my territory, don’t think leaving is so easy!"

Just as he finished speaking, a disciple limped forward from beside Bai Gushan and stammered: "My Senior Brother Bai is a relative of Elder Bai. If you dare show disrespect toward him..."

"Slap!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Xu Wendong’s eyes flashed cold as he shot out a streak of Yin Energy.

The Yin Energy, like a sharp arrow, struck the disciple instantly.

Already seriously injured, the disciple flew backward like a snapped kite, spraying a mouthful of thick blood, his fate uncertain.

With a grasp, Xu Wendong snatched the storage bag hanging from the disciple’s waist.

He opened the storage bag and looked through it, wearing a disdainful expression: "What a pauper, only twenty thousand Nether Crystals and no treasures."

Bai Gushan was unreservedly shocked, finally seeing that Xu Wendong wasn’t afraid of anything.

Even knowing his close ties with Elder Bai, so what?

As long as someone dared provoke Xu Wendong, he would certainly not let them off easily.

"Aren’t you afraid I’m telling Elder Bai, and he’ll make things difficult for you during tomorrow’s trials?" Bai Gushan threatened, fear glistening in his eyes.

He hid his hand behind him, quietly gathering a surge of Yin Energy in his palm, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

"Make things difficult?" Xu Wendong laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke, a mocking smile on his face: "Do you think I don’t know the truth about the so-called trials?"

It was merely the Heavenly Nether Sect trying to fill the gap in the ruins with disciples’ lives, and when it’s filled, the benefits would all go to the sect.

Elder Bai wasn’t a good person either; he never cared about Xu Wendong’s life at all.

"If I’m to die anyway, what do I care about difficulties?" Xu Wendong grinned, his eyes determined: "But you, being related to Elder Bai, must have a lot of treasures, right?"

At this remark, flames of fury rose in Bai Gushan’s eyes, unable to tolerate Xu Wendong’s provocation any longer.

"You’re courting death!" he roared, striking swiftly as Yin Energy transformed into white bones in his hand, thrusting toward Xu Wendong’s throat like a blade.

This strike was extremely quick, being a sneak attack; most people couldn’t react in time.

Yet Xu Wendong’s eyes sharpened, a glint of coldness flashing through his pupils instantly.

His finger shot out like lightning as he uttered in a low voice: "Tongyou Finger!"

His finger descended with a fierce aura, landing directly on Bai Gushan’s brow.

With a "swish," Bai Gushan’s brow was punctured instantly, a spray of blood erupted from the back of his head as his body fell rigidly to the ground like a broken puppet.