Chapter 41 The Greatest Physician

With that, Qin Yu reached out and seized both men by the throat, twisting forcefully. In an instant, the two men stopped breathing.

Seeing this, the Sun family’s bodyguards immediately retreated. Their employers were already dead—there was no one left to pay their wages, so there was no reason for them to stay.

“I’ll count to three. If you don’t want to die, get out of here now.”

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“I think Uncle spoils you far too much, which is why you’ve become so insolent,” Cai Yan said, feigning anger.

After a moment of silence, Han Xiao’s eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance, his state of mind evidently rising to new heights.

Even if his judgment had been mistaken, it hardly mattered. A few spirit stones were nothing in Ye Feng’s eyes—such an investment was well worth it.

Suddenly, a great rift tore open in the sky, and that beam of light transformed into a newborn Fire Spirit of the Seventh Tier, Lower Rank, of the Sacred Domain.

Zhang Ye had long since assessed the strength of Shirakawa Yoshinori. Though he commanded a host of elite jonin and formidable quasi-kage, he was not invincible.

Moreover, each of his fourteen subordinates was a master in their own right, and it was unclear what dark arts they had practiced—every one of them was undying. Even with their hearts pierced, they could continue fighting.

“You’re crazy! Come back!” Sivir, sensing something amiss with Lin Fei, grabbed his arm in alarm.

Though the battle had been brief, the team was already exhausted, sustained only by stimulants and medicine. They needed things to be as simple as possible.

With Lin Mu coordinating with the squad, the most powerful beastmen fell swiftly. Not wasting time, Lin Mu hurried into the fortress to treat the wounded, leaving the rest to be dealt with at leisure.

Cangma was strong, but for some reason had never been able to fully control the tailed beast transformation—a problem that Maple Rain had managed to overcome.

Jiang Ciyun meant that Lin Chao, at twenty-five, had met him, stood beside him through struggle and hardship, and endured a life far from comfortable. For him, she had borne infamy, gone into business just to return home, and struggled to survive among men. She could have let go, but fate threw them together once more—only now, he was no longer alone; I was by his side.

Nezha realized this wouldn’t do—the Dragon King had four sons. Even if his eldest and second brothers each held one at bay, there would still be one left. What then?

Yet, though the beam of white light was glaringly obvious, and the middle-aged man’s attire set him apart from everyone around, it was strange—no one seemed to notice the light or the man who arrived with it.

Obeying Lin Feng’s command, the Blood Pact Knight spurred his skeletal steed, charging toward Ling Yun and Xiao Qiang.

At the airport supermarket, Tang Yan bought some local specialties to bring back as gifts for Wang Kun and Wang Xue. Once finished, the two of them boarded their flight.

But a cultivator like Yixiu couldn’t possibly die so easily. He was the master of Jiuge, far more powerful than her. If she had survived, there was no way he wouldn’t find a way out.

As she spoke, Orianna’s voice suddenly grew louder, her deep blue eyes flickering intensely.

This was the second time Red Boy had been taken captive. He could never have imagined such a complete defeat. Last time, Guanyin Bodhisattva had ensnared him by stratagem; this time, he’d been tricked again, and his fate seemed even worse.

Yet it was precisely because Rudolf had so thoroughly protected his company that the entire “News Agency,” from top to bottom, lacked any sense of crisis. Neither Laura, nor old Warren, nor anyone else realized the ruthlessness of the supernatural world.

After Zhao Yu departed, Zhao Sheng drew a silk kerchief from his sleeve, gripping it tightly. His gaze toward the southwest was filled with worry. He could only hope Li Yu would survive this ordeal—for then, the future of Great Zhao would be bright.