Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1956 - 1953: Aren’t You Afraid of Retribution?

"This array is called the Thunder Punishment Heaven Sword Formation!"

Xu Wendong’s voice resonated like a massive bell throughout the valley, filled with authority and dominance: "Today, as you step into this realm, be prepared for your end. Eighteen years from now, I’ll await your return for revenge!"

With these words, Xu Wendong clenched his fist once more.

The twelve Thunder Swords became more savage and frenzied, their speed dazzling, making the sword light flicker in front of one’s eyes.

Within the grand array, there were already hundreds of Thunder Roar Thousand Feet Talismans relentlessly attacking the crowd. Now, with twelve Thunder Swords and an overwhelming barrage of sword shadows, the dual attack left them utterly overwhelmed.

"Ah! Lin Mo, let me go."

"I am ranked ninth in the Fire Lotus Saint Sect, a core disciple. If you release me, I can offer you unimaginable benefits!" Within the valley, pleas and screams intertwined, forming a tragic symphony...

Senior Brother Bai of the Fire Lotus Saint Sect, once a paragon of strength in the eyes of many, now also started pleading for mercy.

He held a Spirit Sword in his trembling hands, with runes flickering on the blade, manifesting the sword’s potent spiritual power.

However, faced with the overwhelming sword light and shadows, even this Spirit Sword seemed to struggle.

Senior Brother Bai’s face was weary and filled with terror, sweat as large as beans rolled from his forehead, tracing down his blood-stained cheeks.

Already exhausted from multiple intense attacks, his cultivation level at the peak of the Third Level of Tongyou Realm made him feel as if a mere breeze could topple him.

His body was covered in wounds, blood soaking through and staining his garments, leaving him in a wretched state, a stark contrast to his former elegance.

All around him, the disciples of the Fire Lotus Saint Sect were suffering heavy casualties.

Most of them were forcibly dragged here by Senior Brother Bai to be scapegoats, resulting in such a miserable fate.

The fallen disciples lay scattered on the ground, some missing arms, others missing legs.

Blood pooled on the ground, the air thick with the stench of iron, nauseating to the senses.

The once grand scene of a thousand encircling Xu Wendong had been utterly transformed.

In the valley, only a handful of people were still holding on.

In the first wave of thunderous attacks, most of the experts fell to the Netherworld.

No one expected Xu Wendong to have such a formidable fallback plan.

This grand array, akin to an insurmountable mountain, was beyond what cultivators at the Tongyou Realm could break through.

Perhaps only top-tier experts of the Ghost Control Realm might have a slim chance of walking away alive.

"Lin Mo, we were wrong to covet the Painting Saint Carving Knife. Let us go today, and we will repay you greatly in the future!" Senior Brother Bai’s voice trembled, carrying a hint of a sob, his gaze filled with bleakness, as if seeing his own end.

"Indeed, we no longer want the Painting Saint Carving Knife, we only beg for our lives today!" Another voice echoed in despair throughout the valley.

"If you let us go, we’re willing to give away all our possessions." Everyone started shouting together, their voices filled with pleading.

Covered in blood, some had even lost limbs, with wounds still bleeding at the severed arm, bones exposed and white against the grisly scene.

Their faces were marked with pain and fear, yet there was also a glimmer of longing for life in their eyes.

Seeing this, Li Jiayin’s beautiful eyes showed no sign of pity.

She well understood that the Netherworld was a realm where the strong preyed on the weak, and had it not been for the greed of these people coveting Xu Wendong’s Painting Saint Carving Knife, they might not have faced this disaster.

They had only themselves and their greed to blame.

"Lin Mo, say something!" Senior Brother Bai spoke with a voice full of despair, mingling with a hint of anger and unwillingness.

The rest also looked hopeful, staring pleadingly at Xu Wendong, as if he was their last straw of salvation.

"We belong to various powerful factions. If you forcibly kill us, there will be repercussions."

"It’s said, leave a line so you can meet again in the future!"

"Junior Brother Lin, it’s better to show mercy when possible!" They all spoke in unison, their pleas tinged with subtle threats.

Hearing their words, Xu Wendong laughed in anger.

He slightly curled his lips with a mocking smile, "Weren’t you afraid of repercussions when you sought to kill me and take the Painting Saint Carving Knife?"

"If you’d known this day would come, why did you act the way you did back then? Begging me to let you go now?"

"I painstakingly set up this grand array and lured you here, and now you want me to let you go?"

Hearing those words, everyone’s faces in the valley changed dramatically.

Their lips trembled slightly, and the fear in their eyes intensified.

It’s obvious!

Xu Wendong had no intention of sparing them.

"Do you know what disaster you’ll bring upon yourself by killing us all?" Senior Brother Bai gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with anger and despair, as if making a final struggle.

"I don’t know, but I’d like to find out." Xu Wendong stood with his hands behind his back, head held high, as twelve Thunder Swords appeared behind him.

The Thunder Swords glowed with a ghostly blue light, mingling with thunder and lightning, arcs jumping between each sword, making a sizzling sound.

Xu Wendong stood before the Thunder Swords, enveloped in lightning, akin to a Thunder God descending upon the world, exuding a radiant aura.

Is this still the Tongyou Realm?

"Lin Mo, if you spare us, we’re willing to offer all our wealth! I have 1.5 million Nether Crystals, just let me buy my life!" A disciple said with a trembling voice, his eyes full of pleading.

"I have three million Nether Crystals, all for you, just spare me." Another disciple called out desperately, as if giving away all their wealth could buy a chance at life.

"I have..." Everyone started to plead, their voices rising and falling, filled with despair and helplessness. They had abandoned all dignity, just begging to survive.

But this scene only made Xu Wendong let out a chuckle.

He shook his head, his eyes full of mockery, "Are you kidding me?"

"If I kill you all, won’t all your wealth already be mine?"

With those words, everyone felt suffocated.

"Bastard! Do you really intend to go to such extremes?" Senior Brother Bai shouted angrily, his voice echoing in the valley, filled with endless fury and resentment.

He continued, "I am the ninth-ranked disciple of the Fire Lotus Saint Sect..."

Before Senior Brother Bai could finish, three Thunder Swords, under Xu Wendong’s control, instantly darted like lightning.

The Thunder Swords sliced through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

In the blink of an eye, they pierced through Senior Brother Bai’s chest.

With a flicker of lightning, the air was filled with a burnt smell, the scent of scorched flesh.

All around, the disciples of the Fire Lotus Saint Sect were dumbfounded, their eyes wide, filled with terror.

Nobody expected Xu Wendong to kill Senior Brother Bai directly...