Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1969 - 1966: You’re Nothing But a Useless Failure

Liu Hao laughed loudly on the side, glaring viciously at Xu Wendong, the smugness on his face almost overflowing, shouting hoarsely: "Kid, didn’t you hear, you’re not worthy!"

"Who do you think you are, that you’ve got the Painting Saint Carving Knife and think you’re invincible?"

"You’re just a waste!"

"I’ve already found out that you used to be a useless waste in the Lin Family who couldn’t cultivate..."

Before Liu Hao could finish speaking, Xu Wendong couldn’t hold back any longer.

He originally didn’t want to harm Liu Hao in front of everyone, but since this kid is so ungrateful, don’t blame him for being ruthless!

"Bang!"

Xu Wendong violently kicked out, this kick carrying immense power, like a cannonball.

Liu Hao was like a ball being blasted away, rolling several meters on the ground, then heavily crashing into the crowd, causing a large number of Heavenly Nether Sect disciples to fall over.

When Liu Hao crawled up in a sorry state, his head was already covered in blood, his hair messy, his face full of horror and anger.

"You..." Liu Hao just wanted to speak when Xu Wendong again appeared before him like a ghost.

"Slap!"

A fierce slap came out, the sound crisp and loud, echoing in Treasure Street.

It seemed Xu Wendong wasn’t satisfied, as another slap quickly followed.

Slap after slap was thrown, leaving Liu Hao completely stunned, his face rapidly swelling like a pig’s head, moaning miserably, the sound chilling.

The surrounding Heavenly Nether Sect disciples saw this and were all silent as cicadas in winter.

They knew Xu Wendong was someone ruthless enough to cut off Lou An’s hand, so no one dared to provoke him.

Everyone held their breath, eyes filled with fear, quietly watching the unfolding conflict.

"Is it your place to speak? Are you barking here?" Xu Wendong cursed while hitting, his eyes full of disgust.

He heard this guy even bribed the top-ranking Heavenly Nether Sect disciple, Duan Yuan?

Before Duan Yuan meets him, Xu Wendong decided to first cripple Liu Hao!

Seeing things going awry, Zhou Ran immediately stepped up and shouted, "That’s enough! Don’t be ridiculous, Lin! You are indeed unworthy of the Fourth-grade Talisman Paper, go back quickly."

His eyes also revealed a hint of contempt for Xu Wendong.

In his view, the Painting Saint may be the founder of the Nether Talisman Dao in the entire Netherworld, but it doesn’t mean possessing the Painting Saint Carving Knife will lead to great achievement in the Nether Talisman Dao.

"Speaking nicely, but you don’t listen? Do you really think you’re remarkable?" Xu Wendong was thoroughly angered, his eyes glaring round as if they were about to spew fire.

He just wanted a few pieces of Fourth-grade or higher Talisman Paper, if there were any, give it out, if not, he would leave, but Zhou Ran saying he was unworthy really irritated Xu Wendong.

"Hmph, speaking of the Nether Talisman Dao, I am indeed more impressive!" Zhou Ran snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with brilliance, carrying a hint of pride and arrogance.

On Treasure Street, the crowd surged, bustling with activity.

The disciples flowed like busy ants, shuttling between stalls.

However, at this moment, everyone’s attention was focused on one spot.

Because of the farce between Xu Wendong and Liu Hao, countless disciples flocked to watch.

Everyone talked one after another, full of curiosity and excitement.

Now with Zhou Ran facing off directly against Xu Wendong, it made people even more expectant, as if a spectacular play was about to unfold.

"Are you sure?" Xu Wendong heard Zhou Ran’s words and couldn’t help but slightly curl his lips, that smile carrying a hint of amusement.

Someone really wants to compete with him in the Nether Talisman Dao?

"Junior Brother Lin Mo, I advise you to roll away quickly, don’t embarrass yourself here." Zhou Ran wasn’t inherently bad, but he was proud, his usual achievements in the Nether Talisman Dao making him somewhat overconfident.

Moreover, Xu Wendong’s behavior at the moment, in his view, was insulting to the Nether Talisman Dao, so naturally, his expression wasn’t pleasant.

His eyes carried a hint of contempt, tightly staring at Xu Wendong, as if looking at a clown who overestimated themselves.

Li Jiayin looked left and right, feeling somewhat conflicted.

She knew the risks of this contest well, and understood Zhou Ran’s achievements in the Nether Talisman Dao.

But ultimately, she chose to stand firmly by Xu Wendong’s side.

She trusts Xu Wendong, this trust stemming from their shared experiences.

Her eyes were full of concern, looking at Xu Wendong as if conveying strength.

"If my achievements in the Nether Talisman Dao surpass yours, can you give me the Fourth-grade Talisman Paper?" Xu Wendong suddenly grinned, that smile as bright as the sun, yet carrying a hint of cunning.

He initially planned to buy some Talisman Papers, even prepared to bleed profusely.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Ran ran into him on his own. Well, don’t blame him for being ruthless, he secretly calculated.

"Just you?"

Zhou Ran sneered, the corners of his mouth lifting, forming a mocking arc: "Junior Brother Lin, why don’t we compete in inscribing Nether Talismans."

"If you can, as Senior Sister Li said, quickly produce a hundred Third-grade Nether Talismans... No!"

"Just ten Third-grade Nether Talismans, and I’ll give the Fourth-grade Talisman Paper to you for free!"

Zhou Ran was full of confidence, his eyes filled with certainty, believing Xu Wendong absolutely couldn’t achieve it.

After all, even his master found it difficult to produce ten Third-grade Nether Talismans in a short time.

"And if I can’t?" Xu Wendong asked curiously, his eyes narrowing, trying to see what Zhou Ran’s scheme was.

Only to see Zhou Ran’s eyes flash, with a hint of greed in the glow. He immediately said: "If you can’t, it means you haven’t even begun in the Nether Talisman Dao, hence you don’t deserve to own the Painting Saint Carving Knife, so hand it over to me."

Once these words were spoken, everyone drew a sharp breath!

Even the eight Elders wanted the Painting Saint Carving Knife, but unfortunately were suppressed by the Sect Master, none dared to snatch what’s in Xu Wendong’s hands.

Now Zhou Ran found an opportunity, directly luring Xu Wendong into a trap.

If Xu Wendong loses, wouldn’t Zhou Ran easily get the Painting Saint Carving Knife?

Everyone’s eyes were filled with shock, looking at Xu Wendong, wondering how he would respond.

"No, the Painting Saint Carving Knife is very important..." Li Jiayin stepped forward immediately, her steps urgent, face filled with anxiety.

Just as she was about to stop him, Xu Wendong stopped her.

Xu Wendong gently patted Li Jiayin’s arm, his eyes showing confidence, as if telling her not to worry.

"If you’re afraid, then stop embarrassing yourself here." Zhou Ran folded his hands behind his back, chest out, face full of ridicule.

He was using a provocation method, luring Xu Wendong into a trap. Once Xu Wendong agreed to his conditions, the Painting Saint Carving Knife would become his possession!