Sun Daobai was worried all the way and almost bumped into Wan Dong accidentally.
"Why don't you leave... Huh?" Sun Daobai just asked half a sentence, and his expression suddenly changed. He faintly felt that hidden murderous intent was surging towards them from all directions.
Sun Daobai raised his head and looked at the Medical Saint's Mansion right in front of him, with a sneer on his lips. These people were clearly coming for him.
"You hide your head and show your tail, you are a young man! If you don't show up, I will leave!" Sun Daobai changed his posture for a week, his expression full of contempt.
"Leave? Hahaha... You still want to leave? I've been waiting here for you all day and all night!" A burst of laughter came, and Duan Peng and Duan Biao jumped out of the corner hand in hand. Afterwards, a large number of masters from the Iron War Dynasty also appeared one after another, like a revolving lantern, surrounding Wandong and Sun Daobai in the middle of the blink of an eye.
Sun Daobai glanced at them and saw that they were all familiar faces from yesterday's battle.
Sun Daobai then thought about it. He had never had any enemies in Yunzhong City. Who else would ambush him besides the people from the Tie Zhan Dynasty? However, Sun Daobai did not expect that Duan Xuan would act so viciously. Yesterday it was clear that he could not be killed, and today he sent a master to ambush and assassinate him. His intentions were comparable to that of a snake or a scorpion.
However, Wei Chunqiu was not found among this group of iron warfare masters, led by the two brothers Duan Peng and Duan Biao. Sun Daobai frowned and asked, "Why are they just minions? They fought with me yesterday." Where’s that ninth-level master? Why didn’t he come?”
"You mean Mr. Wei? Hahaha... Mr. Wei is going to accompany my family to your emperor's celebration banquet today. How can I have time to tangle with you? Besides, you are an injured old man, what's the point? Is it enough for our Lord Wei to take action?"
Duan Peng never dreamed that Sun Daobai's injury would heal overnight. Otherwise, I am afraid that even if he is brave, he will not dare to be so arrogant.
Sun Daobai sneered, stood up and was about to take action. Wan Dong stabbed his hand sideways, held him down, and said with a smile, "Grandpa Sun, why are you anxious? There are still people who haven't appeared yet."
"Is there anyone else?" Sun Daobai's attention was attracted by Duan Peng and Duan Biao, and he did not notice that there were people lurking around. When Wan Dong said this, his six senses immediately spread out. Sure enough, he was outside the crowd. When they arrived, He Yanxu was being carried and tied up like a mummy.
Sun Daobai couldn't help but laugh. This He Yanxu was really a master who had no way to go to heaven but had no way to hell but had to force his way through. Tell me, you are already injured like this, so you just stay at home to recuperate, but you have to drag your disabled body up the pole to die in front of Wandong. I really don’t know how to call him stupid. After all, one should still admire his sincerity.
There is no need to think about Wan Youqi, Shangguan Yunzhu, and He Yanxu. All his hatred can only be placed on Yue Zhong and Tan Jian. He Yanxu couldn't sit still after hearing Duan Xuan say that he wanted to slaughter the Medical Saint's Mansion. He insisted on coming with him, saying that he wanted to kill Yue Zhong and Tan Jian with his own hands. He Zhen couldn't defeat him at first, and then he thought that Sun Daobai was at the end of his strength. Under the siege of dozens of masters from the Iron War Dynasty, there would be no danger, so he agreed.
He Zhen's agreement was tantamount to a kick on He Yanxu's ass, sending him directly to the gate of hell.
"Ha! This He Yanxu is sensible. He knew that he was in danger, so he took the initiative to die." Sun Daobai shook his head and sneered.
Wan Dong had never seen He Yanxu before and had no idea what kind of bird He Yanxu was. When Sun Daobai said this, his eyebrows suddenly raised and he asked in a deep voice, "Why, this mummy-like guy is He Zhen's son He Yanxu" ?”
Sun Daobai nodded, and the murderous intent in Wandong's eyes immediately doubled. He nodded repeatedly and said with a sneer, "Okay, okay, the sky has eyes!"
It’s no wonder that Wan Dong hates He Yanxu so much. If you look closely, the deaths of Qiu Xing and Liu Zhi, the serious injuries of Yue Zhong and Tan Jian, and even the capture of Wan Youqi and Shangguan Yunzhu, the eldest son of the He family, are all the culprits!
"Why don't you take action? What are you waiting for?" Seeing that Sun Daobai and Wan Dong's eyes were on him, He Yanxu felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help shouting at Duan Peng and Duan Biao.
Duan Peng and Duan Biao looked at each other, but before they spoke, He Yanxu waved his hand and shouted to the several Hefu guards standing behind him, "Why are you still standing there? Rush in and kill Yue Zhong and Tan Jian." You bastards, let me find them out, I will kill them alive."
He Yanxu's face was full of viciousness.
Several He Mansion guards were very obedient. As soon as He Yanxu finished speaking, he raised his legs and rushed towards the Medical Saint Mansion.
He Yanxu was really anxious. He accompanied Duan Peng and Duan Biao and waited outside the Medical Saint's Mansion for a whole day and night. If Duan Peng and Duan Biao had not insisted on waiting until Sun Daobai came back before taking action, he would have sent people to rush in and fight. A lot of killing.
"Which one of you dares!?" Sun Daobai yelled angrily, with great majesty.
Duan Peng sneered and said, "Old man, you are already a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, how can you care about others?"
There were Duan Peng, Duan Biao and dozens of masters from the Iron War Dynasty, as well as a few guards from the He Mansion. They were not worried at all and walked towards the He Mansion calmly.
However, just when a few people were about to step into the He Mansion, a figure floated over like a ghost, standing in front of them suddenly and strangely. Who could it be if it wasn't Wandong
"Where did you come from, that wild boy? If you don't want to die, get out of here!"
Several guards from the He Mansion seemed to have little knowledge at first glance. They didn't even recognize the famous Young Marquis. They bared their teeth and claws and cursed loudly. What's the difference between this and slapping the Lord of Hell
"Go away? Okay, I'll help you!" Wan Dong's expression was already extremely cold. After hearing the roar of the He Mansion guard, he sneered and suddenly stretched out his hand to shoot. An invisible force swept through him. The man who had screamed before The fierce He Mansion guard didn't even have a chance to react. He was already like a ball, rolling dozens of feet away, and then hit a wall hard, with a bang, and turned into a A puddle of rotten meat.
Seeing this scene, Sun Daobai couldn't help but shook his head. This was the beginning of a mass killing.
The He Mansion guard who died tragically on the spot was not mediocre, he also had seventh-level attainments. In front of Wan Dong, he didn't even have a chance to fight back. Wan Dong's move immediately shocked the scene. Even Duan Peng and Duan Biao looked at each other and couldn't believe their eyes.
Wan Dong was young after all, so Duan Peng and Duan Biao ignored him at the beginning. It would be strange if Duan Peng and Duan Biao were not surprised by the sudden display of such power.
"You... who are you?" Duan Peng couldn't help but asked with a trembling voice.
Wan Dong paid no attention to him, and didn't even look at him. His eyes fell directly on the remaining guards of He Mansion.
Several He Mansion guards felt a chill in their hearts and involuntarily took a few steps back.
"You must be loyal to your master. In that case, I will send you down first to make a front stop for your master."
"What... what..."
Before several He Mansion guards could say a complete sentence, Wan Dong raised his palms again. A golden light sputtered out like a volcano erupting, covering the surrounding areas. Under the golden light, several He Mansion guards were like drifting snow under the scorching sun. In the blink of an eye, their bodies disappeared and turned into mutilated corpses on the ground.
A thick smell of blood immediately spread around, the smell was chilling!
"Ah!?" He Yanxu was a young man from an official family after all. He had never seen such a tragic scene before. He screamed strangely, bowed and vomited wildly.
Duan Peng and Duan Biao felt an extremely cold air rising from their tailbones, and instantly surged throughout their bodies. It was as if their whole bodies were frozen stiff by this cold air, unable to move.
"He... who is he?" Duan Peng's face turned a little pale, and he turned to Sun Daobai and asked tremblingly.
Duan Peng is not the kind of country bumpkin who has never seen the world. He has seen a lot of ruthless people in his life, but this is the first time he has seen someone as ruthless as Wandong.
After all, Sun Daobai was a doctor with a benevolent heart. Seeing the lives ending like ants in Wandong's hands, he still couldn't bear it. He glanced at Duan Peng and said in a serious voice, "Just think of him as... the living king of hell!"
"Living...living the King of Hell?" Duan Peng couldn't help but shudder, and a strong urge to urinate arose between his legs.
"Are you the famous Mr. He?" Just as He Yanxu was vomiting, Wandong's cold gaze had already locked onto him.
"I am He Yanxu, you... who are you? How dare you kill members of our He family?" He Yanxu was obviously stern, and his tone of voice sounded very strange.
Wan Dong ignored his words and asked coldly, "Did you kill Qiu Xing and Liu Zhi?"
"You... are you Xu... Xu Yaoting?" He Yanxu still had some brains, and he guessed Wandong's identity from Wandong's questions.
"Your father is the great Situ of the current dynasty. He is powerful and omnipotent! I have always wanted to meet him, but unfortunately I can't find a suitable gift. Mr. He, you must have some good suggestions, right?"
"You...what do you want to do?" He Yanxu's body became weak and he could hardly stand, and his face was dripping with cold sweat.
"I heard that your father likes your son very much, right?"
"You... don't come over!"
"If I give your head to your father, your father will definitely like it, right?"
"Wha...what? Are you...are you crazy?" He Yanxu stepped back.
"In order to please your father, I might as well borrow something from you today, Mr. He."
"Borrow... borrow something?"
"Of course it's your head!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wandong's right palm suddenly struck out in a sweeping motion. A golden light like a sword flashed past He Yanxu's neck. After a moment, a rain of blood spattered, and He Yanxu's big head rolled from his neck to the ground like a rubber ball... (To be continued)