Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1909 - 1906: Fallen into Xu Wendong’s Trap

"We still need to wait a few more days. Senior Sister Zhao is not feeling well, and I also need some time to recuperate."

"To be honest, after my battle with Elder Liu, I sustained serious injuries." Xu Wendong forced a smile.

He deliberately concealed the fact that he had already recovered, like a leopard hiding in the dark, waiting for the best moment to strike.

Zhao Ying’er felt somewhat strange, her eyes filled with doubt, silently pondering what Xu Wendong’s true purpose might be.

The group of Heavenly Nether Sect disciples, upon hearing these words, started to change their expressions subtly.

They had long guessed that Xu Wendong was injured and had not yet recovered, which was why he needed to delay returning.

Now, with Xu Wendong’s admission, the truth was out, and each of them became restless, like a group of sharks smelling blood, eager to act.

The disciple who had been fawning over him earlier suddenly turned cold, as frosty as winter ice, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, as sharp and chilling as a cold blade.

He immediately laughed coldly and said, "Junior Brother Lin Mo, you really know how to buy time."

"What do you mean?" Xu Wendong frowned, a trace of displeasure flickering in his eyes, his voice carrying a hint of interrogation.

Just now he was warmly calling him Brother Lin, but now he suddenly turned hostile, directly calling him Junior Brother Lin Mo?

"Heh, what do I mean?" The disciple sneered contemptuously, his smile full of mockery and disdain, and then looked directly at Xu Wendong: "We followed Elder Liu and betrayed the Heavenly Nether Sect, which is no small matter. If the rest of the Heavenly Nether Sect finds out, I’m afraid we will be executed immediately."

"For the sake of our lives, we must ask Junior Brother Lin Mo to keep it a secret."

The rest of the Heavenly Nether Sect disciples were also eager to try, their eyes glistening with greed and madness, like hungry wolves about to pounce on their prey.

Although Xu Wendong was very strong, they believed that, having fought with Elder Liu, he was probably not yet fully recovered.

Since that was the case, they saw an opportunity. Each held a glimmer of hope, wanting to take a gamble to survive.

Xu Wendong sneered inwardly.

As expected, they finally couldn’t hold back!

"Didn’t I say that I would speak for you, so you wouldn’t have a hard time?" Xu Wendong deliberately said tensely, his acting impeccable, a trace of worry appearing on his face.

But the more he acted this way, the more the Heavenly Nether Sect disciples pressed their advantage, like a group of madmen driven by desire.

"I think it’s best to keep it a secret."

"The best way to keep a secret, do you know what it is, Junior Brother Lin Mo?" The Heavenly Nether Sect disciple closest to Xu Wendong laughed coldly, his eyes flashing with fierce light.

"What is it?" Xu Wendong feigned ignorance, wearing a bewildered expression.

"It’s death!" In an instant, the Heavenly Nether Sect disciple suddenly attacked, his speed incredibly fast, like a black lightning, with a weapon glinting coldly in his hand, striking directly at Xu Wendong’s vital spot.

In his heart, only the dead can keep secrets.

Once one attacked, the others all moved.

They were well aware of Xu Wendong’s prowess, and even if he had not yet recovered, they did not want to give him any chance.

They rushed forward like a tide, surrounding Xu Wendong and Zhao Ying’er completely, as if they were determined to devour the two of them whole.

"Not good!"

Zhao Ying’er was shocked; she hadn’t expected this group to harbor such strong murderous intent.

The corners of Xu Wendong’s mouth curled into a confident smile; he had expected this scene long ago.

Since it was so, he would do them a favor and send them on their way.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn’t take it. If you had honestly awaited your fate, perhaps I could have spared your lives, but you didn’t cherish it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Wendong instantly drew the Mountain Splitting River Breaking Axe.

The axe in his hand seemed like a living Divine Artifact, exuding a powerful aura.

Squinting his eyes, his gaze revealed a trace of coldness, and he then swung the axe fiercely.

In an instant, blood splattered, that axe carrying overwhelming power directly cleaving through the Heavenly Nether Sect disciple in front of him.

The man’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief, as if he couldn’t believe his own fate even in death.

Unfortunately, he no longer had a chance to question it, his life ending at that moment.

After that one strike, Xu Wendong moved like a phantom, weaving smoothly through the crowd.

His speed was so quick that no one could react in time.

The remaining Heavenly Nether Sect disciples were astonished; at this moment, Xu Wendong was even stronger than when he fought Elder Liu!

"Not good, it’s a trap!"

They began to flee in all directions, like rabbits being chased by a hunter, panicked and reckless.

But how could Xu Wendong let them go easily? His figure was like a black whirlwind, weaving through the crowd, his axe swinging, each swing claiming a life...

"Escape? Can you escape?" Xu Wendong’s mouth lifted slightly, forming a playful smile; today, they all must die!

"Lin Mo, I’ll help you too." Zhao Ying’er, witnessing the chaos, instantly understood what was happening.

Her figure was graceful, like a shadow in the night, quickly threading through the crowd.

The Spirit Sword in her hand, glinting coldly under the sunlight, swung nimbly as if alive, like a swift Flood Dragon.

Although yesterday she and Xu Wendong had gone through a fierce battle, Zhao Ying’er had now stepped into the Tongyou Realm, her strength greatly increased.

Dealing with these Heavenly Nether Sect disciples, merely at the Soul Transformation Realm, was but a trivial matter for her.

Xu Wendong held the axe, like a God of Death emerging from Hell.

His figure was tall and imposing, exuding an aura of fear.

These Heavenly Nether Sect disciples, usually individuals from the Punishment Hall, were used to following Liu Shijie in revelry and, in comfort, gradually neglected Cultivation.

At this moment, in front of true strength, they were like fragile ants, unable to put up any resistance.

"Ah! Lin Mo, we are also disciples of the Heavenly Nether Sect; aren’t you afraid of being punished by the Sect for slaughtering us like this?" a disciple cried out in terror, his face pale as paper, his legs trembling, almost unable to stand.

"Brother Lin Mo, spare me; I was just possessed by a ghost momentarily." Another disciple knelt with a thud, hands clasped together, pleading desperately.

"Don’t kill me; I’m willing to go back to the Sect with you for punishment." Yet another cried out, voice tinged with weeping, full of helplessness.

The crowd wailed endlessly, under the sharp offensive of two Tongyou Realm experts, they were like lambs to the slaughter, powerless to resist.

But Xu Wendong’s eyes were cold, devoid of any sympathy.

Just now he had given them a chance, but they didn’t cherish it, so who could they blame?