Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1065 - 1063: Presenting the Token of Allegiance!

At the same time.

Main city of the Xuan Clan.

Drumming and clamoring, the excitement was extraordinary!

"Is that the attire of the Heavenly Clan? What's going on?"

"I heard the young master of the Heavenly Clan is coming to propose marriage!"

"The young master of the Heavenly Clan, who? Dongmen Nu?!"

"That's him! I heard he fell in love at first sight with our little Princess Mo Ningxiang, he's in such a hurry to propose, afraid someone might steal her away!"

"No wonder it's so grand! This treasure chest must be heavy, look at him struggling to breathe under its weight."

"Of course, the first young master of the Sumeru Continent couldn't be stingy, could he?!"

"Hmph, you talk as if our little princess isn't good enough for him. I'd say the princess probably doesn't fancy Dongmen Nu. Rumor has it Dongmen Nu..."

The words were cut off.

Smack!

A slap came from nowhere, directly knocking the gossiping man into a stupor, spinning in place ten times, his feet digging a pit in the ground.

Only the wind of the palm was felt, but the person who struck was unseen!

The atmosphere in the entire venue was suddenly silent!

Hearts stopped beating!

Breathing ceased!

Everyone's complexion changed suddenly!

Pale as iron!

Frightened!

Panic-stricken!

No wonder, it's the Heavenly Clan!

No wonder, it's the young master of the Heavenly Clan!

No wonder, it's the first ancient clan of the Sumeru Continent!

Decisive, straightforward, merciless!

Moreover,

This is the territory of the Xuan Clan!

To strike and injure someone from the Xuan Clan on their turf!

This could be called a monumental humiliation!

However,

No one dared to resist.

Not even a whimper was dared to be uttered.

When Dongmen Nu wanted to teach a lesson, they could only suffer in silence, not daring to utter a hum!

"Who was gossiping just now?"

Dongmen Nu's icy voice was bone-chilling.

The few who were whispering didn't expect Dongmen Nu to hear them and were scared out of their wits, utterly lost, trembling uncontrollably, their teeth chattering, shivering non-stop.

"N-no, there wasn't..."

"Wasn't there?"

Dongmen Nu's lips curled slightly, sneering contemptuously.

He turned his head, waved his hand, and threw out a nerve-wracking sentence.

"Cut out their tongues."

It was like a thunderclap!

Earth-shattering!

With a boom!

The gossipers felt the sky had fallen!

Dongmen Nu was outrageously domineering!

Harming people on the Xuan Clan's turf wasn't enough; he dared to draw weapons!

Completely disregarding the Xuan Clan!

Outrageous and unchecked!

Yet, everyone was angry but dared not speak, their eyes filled with resentment, but not a single person dared to speak.

Clang!

The sword was drawn, it must see blood!

"Spare us! Spare us! We dare not; we won't dare again! It's none of our business; he was the only one speaking bad of you!"

The few cried their hearts out, thudding to their knees, pleading bitterly.

Dongmen Nu puckered his lips, raised his eyebrows lightly.

"Oh? So quick to sell out friends? Haha, I thought the Xuan Clan was something special, turns out it's just this."

There was public outrage!

He could feel the countless fiery eyes glaring at him fiercely.

Yet he didn't feel a hint of threat.

Dongmen Nu couldn't help but sigh.

The Xuan Clan had already declined, unable to find even a decent expert.

Among his peers, those who could pose a threat to him couldn't be found even with a lantern.

He didn't understand why his father wanted to conquer such a worthless ancient clan.

It would be easier and faster to wipe them out directly.

After a pause, he lightly waved his finger, his tone even more disdainful.

"Forget it, spare their cheap lives. But the one on the ground, his tongue must be cut. Gossiping about me and I heard it, what a mistake."

Dongmen Nu's followers immediately adjusted the direction of the sword, aiming at the mouth of the person on the ground.

"Wait a moment!"

Dongmen Nu was taken aback, who dared to be so bold?!

Daring to hinder my actions!

Looking up.

Mo Yunsheng!

A hint of suspicion flashed in Dongmen Nu's eyes, he raised his eyebrows slightly, staring at Mo Yunsheng.

"Young Master Dongmen! Apologies for not welcoming you from afar."

"Brother Mo! Long time no see."

Dongmen Nu glanced around, his eyes falling on Mo Yunsheng's left hand, half-squinting, staring for a long while.

Seemed as if he wanted to ask something, but wasn't sure if he should.

"Brother Dongmen, if you have questions, feel free to ask."

"Since Brother Mo is so straightforward, I won't stand on ceremony. What's with your hand..."

As it turned out,

Mo Yunsheng's left arm was empty, seemingly no arm under the sleeve, the sleeve fluttering in the wind.

Mo Yunsheng gave a bitter smile, sorrowfully said, "It's crippled."

"Oh?!" Dongmen Nu couldn't believe it, the young master of the Xuan Clan, Mo Yunsheng, his left arm was crippled!? "Who dared to commit such an atrocious act! Brother Mo, don't worry, if you need me, say the word, I will avenge you with all my strength!"

Mo Yunsheng showed no expression, his eyes flashed with fury, then extinguished suddenly.

One breath.

Two breaths.

...

A whole ten breaths!

The two stood in silent confrontation, without a word.

Dongmen Nu sensed that Mo Yunsheng might want to say something, but ultimately swallowed the words back.

Since the other party didn't speak, it wasn't appropriate for him to pursue.

What he said earlier was not just a formality, but also intended to humiliate Mo Yunsheng slightly.

Regardless of anything, he was a young master of the Xuan Clan, a standout among the younger generation, yet ended up with a broken arm.

Pitiful, pathetic!

However,

Dongmen Nu was surprised to find that the look in Mo Yunsheng's eyes wasn't the anger of humiliation, but a strange fire of revenge.

He was somewhat puzzled.

Finally, Mo Yunsheng broke the silence.

But it wasn't about his arm.

"My father is already waiting for Young Master Dongmen in the main hall." Mo Yunsheng said coldly, glancing at the man on the ground. "As for this nobody, after all, he is a person of the Xuan Clan, it might not be suitable for Young Master Dongmen to make a move."

"Hmm, makes sense."

Dongmen Nu nodded, just about to retort.

Only to see a shadow as fast as lightning!

Swoosh!

The sword in the follower's hand was taken away!

After a sharp sound.

Followed by a heart-wrenching wail.

Chilling to the core, horrifying beyond belief.

Upon looking again, the man's mouth was full of blood, a bloody tongue lay on the side.

Looking back at Mo Yunsheng, his hands were bloodied, a few drops splattered on his face.

"It's more appropriate for me to act for Young Master Dongmen, given he's one of our Xuan Clan."

Mo Yunsheng smiled, coldly.

Dongmen Nu looked at Mo Yunsheng in surprise, suddenly showing a brilliant smile.

Then burst into a storm of laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"Brother Mo, thank you for your trouble!"

He said no more, making a gesture to invite.

Mo Yunsheng also nodded slightly, making the same gesture, his swaying left arm leading the way.

Blood flowed everywhere.

The stench filled the air.

The crowd watched in shock, staring blankly at Dongmen Nu's departing figure.

Then looked at Mo Yunsheng's fluttering left sleeve.

Glancing at each other, at a loss.

The person Dongmen Nu was going to punish, Mo Yunsheng acted instead.

What on earth was the relationship between these two?!

What was Mo Yunsheng intending to do?!

What did Dongmen Nu's wild laugh mean?!

No one knew, only feeling that the distant main hall seemed shrouded in a layer of mist, elusive and unclear.