Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain

Chapter 2889: Chapter 2888: He Doesn’t Dare to Come!

After the thrilling battle with Tian Sha ended, the smoke on the battlefield gradually dissipated, and the oppressive atmosphere in the air vanished.

Chen Qing stood there, with a strange light flickering in his eyes.

At this moment, the white-clothed Blood Monk, draped in a white kasaya, slowly approached.

His steps were light, as if each step was taken upon the void, without a trace of dust.

The white-clothed Blood Monk gently put his hands together, looking at Chen Qing with a gentle gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips, saying:

"Benefactor Chen Qing, during that fierce battle just now, you had the chance to completely eradicate this Tian Sha disaster. Why did you spare him without taking his life?"

Lin Dong furrowed his brows slightly upon hearing this, then slowly relaxed, gazing deeply into the distance, as though contemplating some important decision.

Moments later, he spoke, his voice steady and firm: "Senior, leaving Tian Sha alive was actually to wait for the arrival of the Blood Clan Young Master."

Upon hearing this, the white-clothed Blood Monk’s expression changed dramatically, a flicker of surprise and worry crossing his eyes.

He hurriedly advised, "What? You actually wish to wait for that Blood Clan Young Master to come? This is dancing on a knife’s edge, too risky! According to what I know, his cultivation level is likely at the Sub Ancestor Level, his strength formidable, not easily challenged by you or me."

"If you insist on waiting for him, you might find yourself in a desperate situation with nine deaths and one life. This move is truly unnecessary."

Lin Dong lightly shook his head, his eyes revealing an indisputable resolve: "I appreciate your goodwill, Senior. But even so, I must wait for him."

"If he truly dares to come, then that will be my destined battle. Whether life or death, I will face it calmly. Master can retreat at that time."

Saying this, a decisive glint flashed in Lin Dong’s eyes, as if he was prepared for all consequences.

The white-clothed Blood Monk watched Lin Dong’s determined face, momentarily at a loss for words.

He deeply understood that for a true martial artist, sometimes, belief is more important than life.

After a moment of silence, he sighed deeply, his tone carrying a mix of admiration and helplessness:

"It seems since your breakthrough to the Heavenly Realm Third Layer Heaven, your strength has undergone a qualitative leap, having the courage and ability to fight a true Sub Ancestor. Although I don’t agree with your approach, I must admit you do indeed have the qualification to face that Blood Clan Young Master."

Saying this, the white-clothed Blood Monk once again put his hands together, his eyes shimmering with complex light, seemingly praying for Lin Dong, or perhaps making a decision.

Eventually, he said, "Well, I’ll stay too. It has been a long time since I’ve seen that Blood Clan Young Master, and this time, I shall see him again."

The white-clothed Blood Monk once had certain encounters with the Blood Clan Young Master.

Therefore, he profoundly understood the terror of that BloodClan Young Master.

However, back then, even such a fearsome Blood Clan Young Master was utterly defeated by Lin Dong’s father, Lin Zhantian.

Now, after so many years have passed, Lin Zhantian has disappeared without a trace. His legendary achievements on the Extraterrestrial Battlefield are known to few.

Only old friends from back then know of him.

"Time flies so fast, now Lin Zhantian’s son can battle the Blood Clan Young Master..." the white-clothed Blood Monk lamented.

Lin Dong, seeing the white-clothed Blood Monk stay, said to him: "Senior, if the Blood Clan Young Master arrives and his displayed strength far surpasses mine, then I’ll hold him off, and you can leave."

"As a junior, I will prioritize Senior’s safety."

The white-clothed Blood Monk laughingly said: "You and your father are truly alike. Even your temperament is so similar."

"This is why, upon receiving one Communication God Talisman from you, whether or not there’s a trap, I’ll come to help!"

As the two spoke, Tian Sha beside them said, "You guys better let me go."

"Otherwise, when my original self arrives, you’re surely facing death."

"If you let me go, I might plead on your behalf before my original self, at least sparing one of you two!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Dong sneered: "Tian Sha, oh Tian Sha, you still don’t understand your situation."

"Now you’re our prisoner. Claiming to spare us, you truly are countering the Heavenly Fierce."

"Now, I am your prisoner." Tian Sha’s voice carried a trace of unwillingness and mockery, trying to use verbal contempt to mask his inner sense of defeat.

Despite being imprisoned and unable to wield Inner Qi, his eyes remained sharp as a hawk, seemingly able to penetrate all illusions, directly seeing into the deepest fears and desires of mankind’s heart.

Seeing this, Lin Dong’s lips curled into a slight smile, his gaze both cautious and playfully sarcastic: "You revere your original self so much, what if he doesn’t dare come, wouldn’t that be awkward? After all, this is our territory, not your Blood Clan’s ground."

Tian Sha, hearing this, was initially stunned, then burst into wild, unrestrained laughter, the laughter harboring both mockery of Lin Dong’s words and an affirmation of his belief.

"Lin Dong, you speak as if you’re ignorant of the vastness of the sky and ground. My original self transcends worldly existence, his will like the vast Xing Chen, immeasurable and unstoppable. How could he shrink away from a mere trap or a being like an ant?"

His words were filled with boundless reverence and confidence in that original self, as though that original self was the unwavering lighthouse in his heart, guiding his path.

"Not to mention, even fourth ancestors would only bow before my original self."

Tian Sha’s eyes shone with fanatic light, an ardent blind devotion to absolute power.

As one of the three corpses of the Blood Clan Young Master, although he possessed independent consciousness, his fervor for the original self was intense.

Treating him like a god!

Lin Dong listened quietly without interrupting, a constant faint smile on his face, as if enjoying a vivid drama, yet seemingly pondering deeper issues.

He understood well, conversations with Tian Sha meant little.

Thus, he simply fell silent, speaking no further.

Meanwhile, Tian Sha, after a brief outburst, began attempting to invigorate the nearly drained Inner Qi within him, seeking a chance to escape.

He closed his eyes, focusing entirely on this seemingly hopeless effort, but no matter how he struggled, the sealed power felt as though it was nailed down like a prisoner, without an indicator of loosening.

Ultimately, Tian Sha helplessly abandoned the attempt, acknowledging that relying solely on his strength to escape was sheer folly.

At the moment, he could only place all hope on that original self, hoping that the legendary being would sense his predicament, cross space-time barriers, descend here, rescuing him from the abyss of despair.

However, at this moment, his face suddenly changed dramatically.

For he noticed something instilling fear and despair in him.

That was, the position of his original self, started to move in the opposite direction.

"Why is this? Why doesn’t the original self come to save me? Why retreat?"

"Could it truly be...as Lin Dong said, he’s...afraid?"