Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1067 - 1065: This Is the Xuan Clan’s Territory—How Dare You Cause Trouble!

Even though Dongmen Nu intended to make a move.

Mo Yunsheng remained indifferent, even with a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking as if he was watching a good show.

It seemed that the events unfolding before him were merely an amusing affair from another Ancient Clan, unrelated to him.

He leaned against the wall, tilting his head, bored.

At this moment.

Dongmen Nu was already in a towering rage!

A terrible aura like black fog enveloped the whole main hall.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared!

As if tearing through everything in its path!

"Mo Chen! This time, you really messed with the wrong person!"

A roar like thunder!

A furious howl burst from Dongmen Nu's throat, pouncing towards Mo Chen like a wild beast, ferocious and cold-blooded.

The power of a Lower Heavenly Venerate at the third level was apparent!

The entire main hall seemed to shake!

As if experiencing a great earthquake, the ground skewed, undulating like waves!

Making it hard to stand steady, staggering.

The three hundred boxes of betrothal gifts neatly arranged on the ground were also rattling, some even turned over by the tremors.

Look at Mo Chen again!

Calm and composed, unflustered.

A murderous aura lingered around him.

His body suddenly trembled with heat!

An instant barrier appeared around him!

Faintly emitting a pale blue glow.

Dongmen Nu's terrifying momentum and Mo Chen's stable barrier collided fiercely!

Void annihilation!

The aftermath shook!

Deathly silence!

Plunged into a deathly silence like eternal night!

For a long time.

As the dust and clamor faded.

The crowd gradually saw the situation clearly.

Mo Chen was still standing straight in front of his seat, unchanging in expression, without a trace of emotion.

It seemed Dongmen Nu's sudden rage had no effect on him at all.

Look at Dongmen Nu again.

There was a long drag mark on the ground in front of him, deeply embedded, as if carved by a gigantic knife.

The crowd was stunned for a few seconds before they suddenly understood.

This deep scratch was left by Dongmen Nu!

In the confrontation with Mo Chen, Dongmen Nu was clearly at a disadvantage, unable to withstand Mo Chen's overwhelming power, unable to stand firm, even with his feet sunk in the ground, he was pushed back several dozen meters!

This scratch was left by Dongmen Nu's feet when he retreated!

Terrifying!

Shocking!

Hair-raising!

A tingling scalp!

It was thought that Dongmen Nu, a Lower Heavenly Venerate at the third level, was already terrifying enough.

But there's always a higher mountain, a greater person.

In front of Mo Chen, a Middle Heavenly Venerate of the Eighth Layer, he appeared too immature and weak.

Unable to resist!

Completely powerless to retaliate!

The ravine-like scratch on the ground was the best proof!

Dongmen Nu was a smart man.

He knew well the principle that a wise man submits to circumstances.

When the gap between them was too vast, giving up was the best choice.

However.

Today, he had lost his mind, blinded by anger and humiliation.

His mind was filled only with the thought of massacring the Xuan Clan to regain face.

Yet he failed to consider his predicament today, extremely unfavorable, with no chance of victory.

He had come to propose marriage, and in his arrogance, he assumed the Xuan Clan would obediently meet his demands, making Mo Ningxiang marry him without resistance.

Thus, he only brought a personal entourage and the people carrying the betrothal gifts.

However, within the Xuan Clan's territory, there were a million elite soldiers, not to mention the terrifying Mo Chen.

No chance of victory!

Not even the slightest chance of winning!

Dongmen Nu was unwilling to give up!

He stared relentlessly at Mo Chen.

Twice humiliated, his mind went blank.

Ah—

His throat grated, emitting a roar like it came from Hell.

Tens of thousands of fully armed soldiers rushed in from the main hall's door!

In an instant!

They surrounded Dongmen Nu and his entourage.

Watertight encirclement.

"Mo Chen! Go to hell!"

"Enough!"

Two words.

Blurted from Mo Chen's mouth.

Seemingly without force, yet resonating in everyone's hearts.

Everyone, their hearts suddenly tightened, slightly stunned.

Dongmen Nu suddenly found his legs heavy as if they were filled with lead, no matter how much strength he used, they wouldn't move an inch.

He widened his eyes, unwillingly looking at Mo Chen.

"You..."

"Young Lord Dongmen, that's enough. This is the territory of my Xuan Clan, how could we tolerate your wild behavior? Do not repeat your mistake, and don't be confused again."

"Nonsense! You..."

Gululu.

Dongmen Nu felt a surge in his chest, something seemed to rush into his throat, ready to burst forth.

A taste of blood.

Spreading across his mouth.

He widened his eyes, the muscles on his cheeks trembling violently, his pupils emptily staring at the ground.

How is this possible?!

How could this be...

Before he could finish thinking.

Puff!

A mouthful of blood gushed out violently.

Dongmen Nu stared blankly at the ground, wiping the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

His head buzzed.

He... was injured?

Never, never before had anyone been able to harm him... yet today... unexpectedly...

He suddenly lifted his head, looking at Mo Chen.

But his eyes had lost the sharpness and fierceness they just had.

Vacant.

Empty.

As if covered by a layer of smoke.

Dongmen Nu was too arrogant! Too conceited!

In the past, he was never injured, firstly because others were wary of the Heavenly Clan behind him and dared not strike genuinely. Secondly, among his peers, those reaching the Lower Heavenly Venerate level were exceedingly rare, and when seniors sparred with him, they often stopped at the point of convenience.

These two reasons contributed to Dongmen Nu's conceit.

And led to today's crushing defeat!

"Young man, the road ahead is still long, do not stray down the wrong path. When the time comes to regret, it might be too late."

Mo Chen spoke earnestly and sincerely.

A long sigh.

Dongmen Nu is indeed a good seedling, only unfortunately, he is overly proud and falsely considers himself as lofty.

If he continues like this, his upper limit will be just that.

Such a pity, such a pity!

"You should leave, let today's matter be considered as never happening."

"As for Ningxiang... though I am her father, I cannot make decisions for her, decide her life."

"I hope Young Lord Dongmen will think carefully before making decisions again."

Dongmen Nu withdrew his gaze, staring blankly at the deep mark on the ground!

This is the gap between him and Mo Chen!

It is a chasm not yet able to be bridged today!

If he stays longer, it's likely further humiliation awaits.

But, leaving just like that, he was not resigned!

"The humiliation endured today, I shall definitely repay manifold in the future!"

Dongmen Nu left a harsh word, dragging his injured body, leaving in utter disgrace.

"Ah, what is the point in this?"

Mo Chen lightly sighed, his brows furrowed tightly, filled with worry.

He knew, a war between the Heavenly Clan and the Xuan Clan seemed unavoidable.

Impulsive.

Impulsive.

Mo Chen contemplated, gently shaking his head, watching Dongmen Nu leave.

...

Dongmen Nu stormed out of the Main City of the Xuan Clan.

Along the way, the pointing and discussion of others became familiar and indifferent.

Momentarily now.

His heart was filled with rage.

Endless rage!

This was an unprecedented humiliation!

Mocked by Lin Fan, defeated by Mo Chen, and injured!

A trio of blows, causing his spirit to sink to rock bottom, holding in a fury with no outlet, extremely vexed.

He turned angrily to glare at the Main City of the Xuan Clan.

"Someday! I will lead a grand army, and bloodbath the Xuan Clan! Mo Chen, you just wait! Today's enmity, I shall surely repay double!"

"And Lin Fan... Lin Fan!"

Dongmen Nu gnashed his teeth, as if trying to grind Lin Fan's name to bits, to vent the anger of his heart.

Suddenly!

He saw a familiar figure quickly coming towards him.

Looking closely, it was Mo Yunsheng with his sleeves fluttering.

What was he coming here for?

Dongmen Nu's brows slightly furrowed, a doubt blossoming in his heart.

Mo Yunsheng walked straight to Dongmen Nu, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth, with a relaxed and joyful expression.

Seeing this, Dongmen Nu's anger grew even stronger!

Was he here to mock him?!

Just about to start cursing, he was stopped by one sentence from Mo Yunsheng.

"Young Lord Dongmen, would you like revenge?"