Supreme Divine Physician in the City

Chapter 1680: What Do I Have to Fear!

Ye Xuan squinted his eyes, the flames of battle burning in his gaze.The assassins from the Holy Mansion, seeing Ye Xuan’s unyielding demeanor, all mocked him disdainfully.

"Black Emperor, give up, you have no way out!"

"Surrender, and perhaps you can avoid unnecessary pain!"

"We only wish to kill you, not torture you. You’re a hero of your time, don’t make things harder for yourself when death is imminent!"

"Heh heh, the whole world wants to kill the Black Emperor, but we’re the ones who will succeed. After this, the power of our Holy Mansion will reach unprecedented heights!"

"With the Black Emperor dead, that damned Purgatory won’t last much longer either!"

"..."

Countless voices rose and fell, mocking, disdainful, intimidating, endlessly.

But as Ye Xuan listened to these voices, the mocking arc at the corner of his mouth only grew more intense.

He glanced indifferently over the crowd, then shook his head repeatedly: "Today, I may indeed die here, but I can assure you, none of you... will survive."

The crowd was stunned.

Ye Xuan grinned broadly, his loud voice echoing again: "Come at me together, Killing God, come with them too. What do I have to fear?"

What do I have to fear!

Upon hearing this, everyone, including the Killing God, turned sullen, and in an instant, a towering killing aura surged!

Such contempt was an insult to their strength!

"Unappreciative, attack!"

"Kill!"

Without the Killing God speaking, dozens of Holy Mansion assassins had already erupted in fury, their sharp blades glittering with cold light, surging towards Ye Xuan like a torrent.

The momentum was overwhelming, the intent to kill resolute!

"Hmph!"

Facing this scene, Ye Xuan was completely unruffled. A cold snort escaped him, and he shook his mighty body, stomping his foot down.

The ground cracked three feet, stones scattered chaotically!

Ye Xuan swung his foot.

Numerous pieces of debris instantly transformed into sharp, cunning bullets, carrying astonishing penetration power, sweeping towards the assassins.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

In an instant, over a dozen of the world’s top assassins were ruthlessly pierced by the debris, dead or wounded.

Every move was a portrayal of destruction!

Yet before they even fell, Ye Xuan’s figure had vanished.

The next second.

Screams echoed across the open space, bodies fell one after another like the descent of the reaper’s scythe, leaving none alive, all dead!

When Ye Xuan’s figure became visible again, all the assassins had perished!

However, Ye Xuan’s condition was clearly far from optimistic.

"Hmph!"

After pausing, Ye Xuan’s face darkened, letting out a muffled groan of pain, and then a crimson stain appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Fragments of bullets remained in his body, and if he moved too much, those fragments would ruthlessly destroy him, leading to... internal bleeding.

In short, at this moment, for every person Ye Xuan killed, he had to endure tremendous pain, akin to the Seven Injuries Fist where harming others first harms oneself!

The Killing God stood in place, seeing his comrades fall suddenly like this, he was somewhat startled.

But soon enough, the Killing God came to his senses, looked at Ye Xuan’s pained expression with an even deeper mocking smile: "Impressive, truly impressive, it’s fortunate I didn’t come alone to find you, otherwise, I might already be a corpse."

Ye Xuan pulled the corner of his mouth: "Soon, you will be a corpse too."

"Really?" The Killing God shook his head: "Impossible, your injuries are getting worse, now you can only be killed!"

As those words fell.

The smile on the Killing God’s face suddenly disappeared.

He made his move.

Unmoving like a mountain, moving like a bolt of lightning!

As soon as those words were spoken, the Killing God’s figure vanished like a phantom, and the air within hundreds of meters was enveloped by the intense and overwhelming killing intent.

This aura, covering the sky, was suffocating!

The King of Assassins, how could he be ordinary?

Meanwhile, Ye Xuan, feeling the impending danger pouring in from all directions, slightly furrowed his bushy brows, and his dark eyes showed a hint of seriousness.

He clenched his teeth, enduring the pain, holding his breath and not daring to be careless.

A life and death battle was about to erupt at any moment!

Suddenly.

The wooden stick tightly gripped in Ye Xuan’s hand was unsheathed like a sharp sword, stabbing ferociously and cunningly behind him.

Ting!

The crisp clash of metal echoed, as if the tranquility of the world was completely disrupted at this moment.

Apparently, the Killing God had arrived behind Ye Xuan, with an additional Three-blade military dagger in his hand.

That dagger was meant to pierce Ye Xuan’s heart, but Ye Xuan’s reaction speed far exceeded the Killing God’s expectations.

"Injured so heavily, yet still possessing such insight, worthy of being the Black Emperor!" The Killing God chuckled cruelly: "But, it’s useless!"

As those words fell.

He flipped his wrist, and the military dagger in his hand seemed to come alive, swiftly and cleverly breaking away from the entanglement of Ye Xuan’s wooden stick.

A flash of dazzling cold light.

Along with it, countless crisp sounds of blades cutting through wood...

In no time, the wooden stick in Ye Xuan’s hand was reduced to just a piece!

A wooden stick is ultimately just a wooden stick; unless there’s a vast difference in strength, it can’t withstand the impact of a blade.

This Killing God’s strength surpasses that of the Sword God!

At the pinnacle of his power, the heavily injured Black Emperor.

This battle was never fair!

The Killing God rampaged, shredding the wooden stick in Ye Xuan’s hand, then charged straight at Ye Xuan’s arm, intending to shred Ye Xuan’s arm just like that wooden stick.

Ye Xuan’s face remained stern; instead of retreating, he advanced, grabbing the Killing God’s wrist, exerting force with his thumb.

The Killing God’s wrist ached, his five fingers loosening, and the military dagger in his hand slipped out.

The Killing God moved to reclaim the dropped dagger.

Ye Xuan also moved, aiming to seize the weapon that might secure victory.

One hand locked in a stalemate, whilst the other engaged in a fierce struggle.

In just a brief moment, they exchanged blows over a hundred times!

Such intensity and speed!

Such ferocity and danger!

In a duel between experts, every move is lethal!

In the end, neither secured the dagger.

Clang!

The dagger fell to the ground, producing a remarkably loud sound.

Ye Xuan delivered a kick.

The Killing God also kicked.

The dagger rebounding off the ground became once again the object of their struggle.

Bam!

A muffled thud as Ye Xuan was struck back by the Killing God.

"This is my weapon!" The Killing God sneered, bending to retrieve it.

But at that moment.

A pebble flew through the air.

Ting!

The metallic clash, sparks faintly appearing, sent the dagger, which was about to fall into the Killing God’s hand, flying, landing in a nearby stream.

Simultaneously, there was Ye Xuan’s figure pouncing like a leopard.

"Damn it!"

The Killing God cursed, forced to engage Ye Xuan barehanded once again.

This duel was finally a bit fairer.