Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain
Chapter 1750 - 1749 Past Events of That Year

Chapter 1750: Chapter 1749 Past Events of That Year

"Today, this is your time to die!"

That face, still adorned with a smile as benevolent as a Bodhisattva, now uttered such cold and heartless words.

As if, twenty years ago, it was Lin Dong’s family that had wronged her, that had harmed the Lin family.

A Bodhisattva’s smile!

The heart of a venomous snake!

This is the Old Ancestor of the Lin family!

Lin Dong looked at her smiling old face, wishing he could tear it to shreds.

He raised nine fingers.

"Nine Flying Sword Point Technique!"

Suddenly, eight flying swords shot out from the eight fingers of Lin Dong.

The eight flying swords rushed toward the First Peak where the Lin Family’s Old Ancestor stood!

The Old Ancestor of the Lin family let out a cold snort. Just as the eight flying swords were about to reach her, she casually lifted the cane in her hand and gave a light wave.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The eight flying swords were deflected by the wave of her cane.

The trajectories of the eight flying swords changed, slicing toward other directions!

"Crack! Crack!"

The eight swords sheared off the peak of the Seventh Mountain nearby the Sixth Peak.

"Boom!"

A loud crash resounded as the top of the Seventh Mountain was cleaved off and tumbled into the adjacent cliff.

Witnessing this scene, a loose-tongued wealthy merchant was so terrified that he rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.

It was too terrifying!

With just a flick of a finger, they shaved off the top of a giant mountain!

If that finger landed on his body, he would dissipate like smoke in thin air!

Seeing the Old Ancestor of the Lin family parry his "Nine Flying Sword Point Technique," Lin Dong’s expression slightly shifted.

He couldn’t see through the Old Ancestor of the Lin family at all.

Being unable to see through her either meant her strength was superior to his, or she was an ordinary person.

But from the earlier display, it was obvious that the Old Ancestor of the Lin family was the former.

She was also a martial artist!

And her strength was actually superior to Lin Dong’s.

At this moment, the Old Ancestor of the Lin family looked at Lin Dong as well, her face still bearing that Bodhisattva-like smile. She spoke calmly,

"Child, don’t confuse who your opponent is. Your opponent today isn’t this old woman."

"Your opponent is over there."

As she spoke, she pointed toward King Kunlun.

King Kunlun had remained stationary throughout the exchange, clearly understanding the strength of the Lin Family’s Old Ancestor and aware that Lin Dong’s "Nine Flying Sword Point Technique" could do her no harm.

At this moment, he gazed at Lin Dong, his voice breaking the silence, "Anger solves nothing. Your humiliation and rage will only bring satisfaction to your enemies."

Upon saying this, he looked toward the endless mountain ranges in the distance.

"Master Lin, this place is too small for us to fully unleash ourselves. Let us head to the Hundred Thousand Mountain Ranges in the northeast for our battle!" King Kunlun proposed.

With that, his body moved with a "whoosh," soaring swiftly toward that direction.

Lin Dong, knowing that he couldn’t kill the Old Ancestor of the Lin family today, glanced at her coldly one last time. Then, with a "whoosh," he pursued King Kunlun in the same direction.

The others, of course, did not dare to follow!

First, they couldn’t keep up!

Second, they were too frightened to follow. Being too close might expose them to the aftermath of the battle. After all, this was a clash between King Kunlun and Master Lin—a life-and-death battle between Ninth Level Grandmasters. Even the slightest residual force leaking out would be fatal for Earth Realm martial artists.

They remained where they were, their gazes fixed on the distant horizon.

Of course, ordinary people and low-rank martial artists couldn’t see anything.

Only those with strength above the Earth Realm could use their eyes to peer into the distance.

King Kunlun was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he had already traveled hundreds of miles.

He stopped in a mountain range, close to the extreme north of Dragon Country. Many of the mountain peaks here had their summits covered in snow, forming a snowy mountain landscape.

At this moment, King Kunlun descended onto one of the snowy mountaintops, surrounded by misty clouds and howling icy winds.

Lin Dong was close behind, landing atop another snowy peak.

The two snowy peaks were separated by several thousand meters, with a sea of clouds spanning between them. Standing on the summits of their respective peaks, the two men gazed at each other across the snowy expanse.

"So, it has come to this day. Lin Dong, do you have any last words?" King Kunlun, dressed in light blue robes, looked Lin Dong over and asked indifferently.

Staring at King Kunlun before him—this man who had once been his father’s sworn brother—Lin Dong’s voice sunk, "King Kunlun, before our duel, I want to ask you something about my father."

"Will you tell me about him?"

King Kunlun smiled and said, "Your father and I can be considered fellow disciples. Back then, we both trained under the Old Master of the Lin family. From the time your father was a baby, he was taken in by the Old Master, adopted, and treated as a son. Outsiders all believed he was the Old Master’s biological child, but in truth, your father was his adopted son."

"That said, the Old Master truly treated your father, Lin Zhantian, as if he were his own flesh and blood. In fact, he treated him even better than he did his own children, teaching him everything he could."

"Your father’s talent was unmatched in our era. Even during the Age of Dharma End, your father was among the few who managed to break through the limits of the Heavenly Realm martial artist!"

"But extraordinary talent breeds jealousy. Just as a tall tree in the forest invites strong winds, your father could not escape this truth."

"Major organizations of the world and the Hidden Clans of Dragon Country all sought to crush your father, this genius who stood above an era... However, given your father’s strength, what did he have to fear?"

"Yet even your father wouldn’t have imagined that the ultimate betrayal would come from the Lin family he trusted the most. And so, twenty years ago, came that fateful incident."

"Back then, the Lin family from the Capital City sought the aid of Heavenly Realm fighters from Kunlun. The Hidden Qin Clan of Dragon Country dispatched their own Heavenly Realm fighters as well. The Nine-Headed Society played a part, and various dark organizations across the world unleashed their elder ancestors..."

"Altogether, ten Heavenly Realm fighters encircled your father in battle. After that fight, your father vanished without a trace..."

"As for you, it’s a miracle you survived. You have your master, Daoist Master Qing Shan, and his senior brothers to thank... Qing Shan Sect buried loyal heroes. Though Taoists, they value righteousness above all! For the sake of justice, they sacrificed a thousand-year-old sect!"

At this point, King Kunlun stopped speaking, his gaze lifting to the heavens above.

There, a brilliant light appeared.

The light illuminated over a dozen snowy mountains, and instantly, those peaks glowed with dazzling golden light!

Golden Mountain Shining in the Sun!

Due to the angle of the sun, this phenomenon had never been seen here before.

But now, it appeared!

The reason for this miracle wasn’t natural—it was because someone had arrived.

A Heavenly Realm fighter!

In the West, they call such beings "Gods."

The new arrival was none other than the Pharaoh of the Nine-Headed Society—the "Light Messenger!"

In the West, they referred to him simply as "God."

Radiating dazzling brilliance, his light caused over a dozen snowy mountains to shimmer like gold.

"Light Messenger, so you’ve come as well..." King Kunlun murmured, looking at the radiant figure towering above the snowy mountain peaks.