Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1766 - 1763: He Is Someone You Can’t Afford to Provoke

Shangguan Hong’s voice suddenly rose sharply, almost piercing the eardrums, and the blood on his face drained away instantaneously, turning pale as paper.

His pupils contracted abruptly, his eyes full of unimaginable fright, as if he had heard the most unbelievable thing in the world.

"This... how is this possible!" he murmured, his voice trembling so much it was almost off tune, and he almost couldn’t hold on to the phone in his hand, his knuckles turning white from exertion.

His mind was in chaos, like a lake swept by a fierce wind, with waves surging violently, impossible to calm.

He never imagined that Xu Wendong possessed such terrifying power.

"Impossible... absolutely impossible!" Shangguan Hong’s voice carried a hint of hysterical madness, as if trying to convince himself that it was all fake, all lies from Su Xinghe.

However, deep in his heart, that unstoppable fear wrapped around his heart like a venomous snake, nearly suffocating him.

Hearing Shangguan Hong’s loss of composure, Su Xinghe sneered, his voice filled with endless mockery and anger: "Shangguan Hong, do you still think I’m lying to you now?"

"Xu Wendong’s power far exceeds your imagination! You thought yourself clever, borrowing a knife to kill someone, but you didn’t expect the knife to turn on you!"

Shangguan Hong’s body trembled slightly, sweat beaded densely on his forehead, sending chills down his spine as if a cold current rushed from his feet to his head.

Su Xinghe’s words echoed repeatedly in his mind, Xu Wendong crushing nearly ten thousand Golden Core Stage experts single-handedly, this was utterly absurd!

But Su Xinghe’s tone was so certain, it didn’t seem like he was lying at all.

"Who... who exactly is he?" Shangguan Hong’s voice was hoarse and low, filled with deep fear and doubt.

He originally thought Xu Wendong was just an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator, at best somewhat talented.

But now it seemed that he was completely wrong, wrong beyond belief!

Su Xinghe’s voice was cold and cruel, as if pronouncing Shangguan Hong’s death sentence: "Who is he? He is someone you cannot afford to provoke!"

Pausing for a moment, Su Xinghe said, "Xu Wendong asked me to tell you, three days later he will go to the Cultivator Association to take your head, you’d better wait with your neck cleaned!" With that, he hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy signal "beep beep" from the other end, Shangguan Hong still maintained the posture of holding up the phone, as if frozen in time.

His hand fell weakly, the phone fell to the ground with a "thud", but it didn’t catch his attention at all.

His legs seemed to have been stripped of their bones, unable to support the weight of his body any longer, and he knelt heavily to the ground with a thud.

"Three days later... take my head..." Shangguan Hong’s lips trembled uncontrollably, repeating Su Xinghe’s conveyed message, his voice full of despair.

His eyes were empty and dazed, as if his soul had been extracted by fear, leaving only an empty shell.

If it had been someone else saying this he would surely scoff and not take it to heart.

But these words were spoken by Xu Wendong, and he felt a sense of impending doom.

After all.

Xu Wendong’s power was truly too frightening.

His breathing became rapid and heavy, each inhalation felt like it was tearing at his chest, making a coarse sound.

Large beads of sweat continuously oozed from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground.

His body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, wrapping his arms tightly around his head, as if that could fend off the approaching threat of death.

"No, no, this isn’t real..." Shangguan Hong suddenly screamed hysterically, his voice filled with helplessness and fear, echoing in the empty room, which made it extraordinarily poignant.

He got up frantically, running and bumping into things in the room like a trapped beast in a cage, unable to find an exit, only struggling in vain.

He knocked over tables and chairs, toppled bookshelves, scattering items all over, yet he was completely unaware.

In his mind, Xu Wendong’s cold face and powerful figure continuously appeared, as if Xu Wendong was standing in front of him, the sharp blade in his hand slowly piercing his throat.

The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became, fear engulfing him like surging tides.

He knew he was no match for Xu Wendong at all, and three days later, what awaited him was most likely death.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Shangguan Hong frantically clawed at his hair, muttering incessantly.

His eyes were filled with confusion and despair, the confidence and dignity he once had were long gone.

He tried to find a glimmer of hope, even a tiny bit of hope, but his thoughts were a tangled mess, unable to calm down and think.

Shangguan Hong knew that his end was near, the shadow of death hung over him like dark clouds.

Every passing second sounded like an urging talisman in his ears.

He no longer cared about his dignity, the fear and panic in his heart washed over him like turbulent waters, compelling him to clamber towards the headquarters of the Cultivator Association.

Throughout his journey, Xu Wendong’s figure, icy and powerful like the Grim Reaper, flashed like a specter in his mind.

Each appearance made his legs weak, running frantically driven by the instinct to survive, each step hurried and hasty.

Finally.

He crashed headlong and in utter disarray into the dwelling of the Cultivator Association President, Xuan Lingzi, who possessed a Nascent Soul Pinnacle cultivation level.

At that moment, Xuan Lingzi was deeply immersed in cultivation, the sudden commotion instantly shattered the peace.

Xuan Lingzi slowly opened his eyes, the originally peaceful countenance slightly frowned, a flicker of barely perceptible displeasure crossing his eyes, like an ancient Divine Beast disturbed from its slumber.

"Senior Xuan Lingzi, save my life!" Shangguan Hong cried out in a hoarse voice, his whole being kneeling heavily on the ground with a thud, tears and snot flowing, looking like a drowning man clutching at his last straw.

"Shangguan Hong, you are a dignified steward of the Cultivator Association, carrying yourself in such a panicked manner?" Xuan Lingzi’s eyes were filled with displeasure.

Shangguan Hong, his face full of terror, tremblingly said: "It’s Xu Wendong, that Xu Wendong is simply a Demon from Hell!"

"He brazenly challenges our Cultivator Association, claiming that in three days he will flatten this place, take my life, and even boasted of burying the entire Cultivator Association with his anger!"

As Shangguan Hong cried and complained, he exaggerated, painting Xu Wendong as an intolerable, incredibly arrogant Demon, wishing to attribute all sins and terrors to Xu Wendong.

He knew once Xu Wendong showed up, he would be utterly unable to stand against him.

But if the Cultivator Association took action, how could Xu Wendong possibly survive?

Xuan Lingzi’s face instantly turned as dark as ink, he, being a famed super expert in the Cultivation World, held in high esteem.

For ages, no one had ever dared to act so wantonly and challenge his authority.

"What you said is true?" Xuan Lingzi’s voice was deep and heavy, like a ringing bell, carrying an innate authority that made the air slightly tremble.