Medical and Martial God-Chapter 219: Those Who Disobey, None of Their Nine Kin Shall Be Spared
It wasn’t just Jim; all the martial artists present were stunned. Of course, they weren’t the ones on the receiving end. Seeing Murong repel Jim with a single palm strike, they thought she was stronger than him.
"Cold Ice Technique!" Murong said coldly.
Her heart swelled with pride, yet she was also perplexed. Ye Xiu had taught her the Cold Ice Technique, and she had only been cultivating it for a short time before reaching the Third-Grade level. If she were to practice diligently for a month, wouldn’t she become a Great Grandmaster? Moreover, the power of the Cold Ice Technique seemed much stronger than she had imagined! A Third Grade, repelling a War God with a single palm strike! I could boast about this for the rest of my life!
"Cold Ice Technique? Never heard of it," Jim savored the words, his voice cold. "You, a mere Third Grade, dare to strike me? You’re seeking death."
With that, he raised his hand and pointed, sending a beam of energy shooting toward Murong’s heart.
Jim was genuinely terrified. She’s only a Third Grade, yet her Cold Ice Technique is this powerful. If she ever reaches the War God realm, she could definitely kill one! I’ve offended her now. If I don’t kill her, she’ll surely come for revenge once she’s strong enough, and I’ll be a dead man!
"You..." Seeing Jim make a killing move, Murong panicked instantly. The beam of energy moved incredibly fast, and she was too close to him to avoid it.
It’s over! Am I really going to die just like this? I’m so unwilling! It’s only been a few days since I escaped the curse of the Yin Poison Body. I was on my way to becoming a top expert by diligently cultivating the Cold Ice Technique, only to be cut down halfway? Sigh! I shouldn’t have attacked Jim so recklessly! That was too hasty!
Just as Murong was utterly despairing, awaiting the arrival of the Death God, a ghostly figure suddenly materialized in front of her. It was Mu Tian’en, her father.
"Jim, you dare harm my daughter? Are you tired of living?" Mu Tian’en said coldly as he waved his hand, dissipating the energy beam aimed at Murong.
"Dad?" Murong truly hadn’t expected her father to save her.
"Don’t be afraid. With Dad here, no one can hurt you," Mu Tian’en comforted her.
Murong was moved beyond words. Growing up, this was the first time her father had ever protected her.
"Mu Tian’en? She’s your daughter?" Jim asked in shock.
"That’s right," Mu Tian’en nodded, his voice turning icy. "Jim, my daughter was merely relaying a message from Ye Xiu. Why did you try to kill her?"
Jim’s confidence evaporated. He assumed Murong’s Cold Ice Technique must have been taught by Mu Tian’en. After all, Mu Tian’en was a War God. If they fought, he might very well be killed. However... Mu Tian’en looks injured, and it’s not a light wound! If I go all out, I wonder if I can kill him.
Just as Jim hesitated, Yagyu Uemon spoke up. "Jim, surely you’re not scared of a wounded Mu Tian’en, are you? If you want to kill him, the Tiansha Association is willing to lend you a hand."
Jim’s eyes lit up. With the Tiansha Association’s help, killing Mu Tian’en wouldn’t be difficult at all.
"Good. Let’s join forces and kill Mu Tian’en!" Jim declared coldly.
As a great battle seemed imminent, the surrounding martial artists quickly retreated, sighing inwardly. Mu Tian’en is doomed! They had personally seen Mu Tian’en get caught in the shockwave of Gaelin’s attack at the stadium earlier. He was seriously injured, spitting blood and collapsing to the ground, and it had taken him a good while before he could even stand up again. In his current state, he would be lucky to wield even half of his full strength. His opponents were Yagyu Uemon’s group of five. Even though only Jim was uninjured, five against one was still a guaranteed victory.
"Dad, forget about me! Just run!" Murong urged frantically.
Mu Tian’en was panicking too. He knew how severe his injuries were; he was no match for the five of them. But he didn’t want to leave. Seeing that his daughter could now cultivate and already possessed considerable strength had given him a flicker of hope.
"I’ll hold them off! You get out of here!" Mu Tian’en decided, resolved to sacrifice his life to cover his daughter’s escape.
Tears streamed down Murong’s face. Only at this moment did she finally realize that she truly had a place in her father’s heart.
"Go, now!" Mu Tian’en pushed Murong away forcefully, his expression twisting into a savage snarl. "Jim, Yagyu Uemon, bring it on! Even if I die, I’m taking a couple of you with me!"
"You’re overestimating yourself!" Jim was the first to charge, unleashing a ferocious punch. He attacked with his full strength, believing this one blow would surely worsen Mu Tian’en’s injuries.
Seeing this, Mu Tian’en took a deep breath, resolving to risk his life to leave a lasting impression on Jim.
However, at that very moment, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared in front of him and casually caught Jim’s full-force punch.
"What..." Seeing this person’s appearance, Yagyu Uemon and the other three who were charging forward slammed on the brakes, horror flooding their faces. The martial artists watching from the sidelines turned pale with fear.
The baseball cap, sunglasses, and face mask... It’s... It’s Huang Quan!
"Jim, you’ve got some nerve," Ye Xiu said coldly, his left hand clamped around Jim’s fist.
"Please, spare me..." Jim shrieked in terror, about to drop to his knees and beg for his life.
Before he could kneel, Ye Xiu kicked him squarely in the chest and released his fist.
PFFT!
Jim spat a mouthful of blood and flew back five meters. He twitched on the ground for a few moments, then his breathing stopped, and he was dead.
Everyone gasped. No one had expected Huang Quan to show up, let alone kill Jim the moment he acted.
"Spare us!" Seeing this, the injured War God from the Xuan Ming Sect and the two remaining members from the Tiansha Association dropped to their knees, begging loudly for mercy. Their faces were ashen, their bodies trembled violently, and sweat poured down their faces.
"You’re the one who started this, aren’t you?" Ye Xiu asked, walking over to Yagyu Uemon and looking down at his prostrate form.
"No, no, it wasn’t me, I—" Yagyu Uemon screamed in fright.
SPLAT!
Ye Xiu stomped on the back of Yagyu Uemon’s head, crushing it completely. He was dead.
Seeing Huang Quan kill another man, the injured War God from the Xuan Ming Sect and the two from the Tiansha Association wet themselves in fear.
"Kill yourselves," Ye Xiu commanded in a glacial tone.
Their hearts sank. Nevertheless, they obediently slammed their palms against their own foreheads, committing suicide without a hint of hesitation.
No one in the world dared to disobey a command from Huang Quan. Those who did would see their entire clan exterminated. To prevent the annihilation of their families, they had no choice but to take their own lives.
The scene fell into a deathly silence. No one dared to breathe. No one dared to even look at Huang Quan. To appear and slay two War Gods, then order three more to commit suicide with a single command... In this world, only Huang Quan could do such a thing.
"Pass a message to the members of the Xuan Ming Sect and the Tiansha Association in Jin Ye City for me. Tell them to kill themselves," Ye Xiu said coldly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. "If they dare disobey or try to run, I’ll personally pay their homes a visit for tea."
Everyone was frozen with fear. Huang Quan’s words were a naked threat. The meaning was crystal clear: if the members of the Xuan Ming Sect and Tiansha Association in Jin Ye City dared to disobey or flee, he would personally show up and slaughter their entire families.
"In the future, if anyone dares cause trouble at Shenghe Hospital or Shenghe Medical College... Hmph."
With a final cold snort, Ye Xiu was gone.
