The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter Forty-Five: King Ming Kills with a Knife

The rain was torrential.

The scene of the battle was littered with corpses.

This fierce battle continues.

However, for many onlookers, the situation was already decided the moment the soldiers guarding the carriage were all killed and reinforcements had not yet arrived.

Even the last two imperial guards beside Zhang Bangli rushed out. Judging from their seemingly airborne and extremely fast movements, it was clear that these two were no ordinary people.

But no matter how skilled they were, how many of the numerous thugs who were now charging towards the exposed carriage could they possibly stop in an instant?

Moreover, at this moment, people have no interest in paying attention to them at all.

When the men in black finally broke through the final obstacle, raised their gleaming blades, and slashed at the young man in bright yellow clothes who suddenly jumped out of the carriage, everyone's eyes could no longer see anything else.

At this moment, countless people were shaken to their core, rising to their feet in shock, their eyes narrowing, their breaths quickening as they awaited the final scene that was destined to cause an earth-shattering upheaval.

"Sixth Master!" Tie Xiong, who had been about to shield Ming Wang from the blade but had suddenly been thrown onto his horse, let out a loud roar in astonishment and turned around abruptly.

Zhang Bangli, seated high on horseback, trembled slightly with his hands gripping the reins. His pupils suddenly focused, fixing intently on that familiar yet slender figure, and he roared, "Your Highness..."

The cavalrymen on horseback, seeing that the Ming King was about to die by his sword, were filled with joy as they stared intently at the scene.

The horses' hooves did not stop, nor did the raised swords lower, for some among them were still shouting wildly, "Charge! Cut off that Mingwang dog's head..."

……

At this moment, all eyes are focused on this breathtaking event.

In the vast expanse of the world, there was only one focal point: the frail figure facing the glint of the blade alone, seemingly frozen in terror.

"Prince Ming...it's over!"

Everyone's eyelids were twitching wildly. No one thought he could escape, because his reputation for being neither good at literature nor martial arts had already spread throughout the world.

Even Tie Xiong felt his heart sink to the bottom at this moment, but no matter what he did, he was powerless to change the situation and could only watch helplessly as this scene unfolded.

The blade flashed, its edge cold and sharp.

Mo Bai stood still, his gaze so pure, without a trace of hostility.

The three men in black each swung their knives from different directions, with one of them being the fastest. If nothing unexpected happened, this knife would go down from his left shoulder and slide across his chest and abdomen.

Mo Bai's eyes finally flickered, because he had already realized that after this strike, he would die.

Even as the blade was about to reach his left shoulder, the man in black showed no intention of stopping or changing his attack.

"Very well!" Mo Bai said indifferently, but it seemed that he had let go of something in his heart.

He was a doctor who had never killed anyone and was unwilling to do so.

But at this moment, the purity in his eyes had faded. However, he could not abandon himself and be killed without resistance. Even if he really could not survive, he still had to fight.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, dazzling people for a fleeting moment.

Upon closer inspection, the entire room fell silent!

What exactly did they see?

The frail figure, who should have perished under the blade, inexplicably did not fall after the flash of lightning.

That's not important. What's important is that his previously empty hand now holds a long knife, and the blade is angled so that even from a distance, one can see drops of blood slowly dripping from it.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, and then subconsciously looked at the three black-clad figures still standing in front of him.

Two of them still held their blades and remained in an offensive stance, while the one in the middle had lost his knife. He was motionless, but seemed to be looking up at the thin figure in front of him.

"Sixth Master, you..." In the silence, only Tie Xiong's eyes widened in shock, as if he was the only one who had seen what had just happened.

He stared intently at the three figures who were still standing, their necks slowly oozing crimson blood.

He was stunned.

I'm totally stunned!

Unable to believe what he had just witnessed, Ming Wang, who had followed him for two years, knew all too well that it was impossible for him to have, in the blink of an eye, raise his hand to grasp the deadly blade with his bare hand and then, with a flick of his wrist, end the battle with swift and decisive action, all under such a deadly attack.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Three muffled thuds!

The figure in black fell to the ground, leaving only his thin frame. Under everyone's stunned gaze, he slightly raised his hand, took out a blue handkerchief from his chest, covered his mouth, and coughed lightly twice.

Under the rain, only his cough could be heard.

Even the horses' hooves seemed to stop moving. The two imperial guards who had just arrived and were about to engage the cavalry froze, staring intently at the fallen figures, at the knife wound on their necks, and finally slowly raised their heads to look at the Ming King.

Needless to say, Zhang Bangli's mouth was still open, his gaze fixed on Mo Bai, and he remained silent for a long time.

No one could fail to understand why the figure fell to the ground—it was because of the knife in his hand…

He killed three people!

Shock leaves one speechless, but eventually one will wake up.

The first to respond were the six men in black who had survived the battle. Fearless, they charged forward suddenly.

It's unclear whether the scene was truly too shocking, or something else entirely.

In short, no one spoke up again, and no one stopped them. They watched helplessly as six figures, amidst lightning and thunder, moved with lightning speed and sharp blades, charging straight towards Mo Bai with an incomparably sharp aura.

All eyes narrowed again, fixed on the rumored纨绔 (wan ku, a spoiled, dissolute prince) prince who was neither good at literature nor martial arts.

Perhaps the only one who reacted was Tie Xiong. At this moment, he finally had time to react. He sat up abruptly and was about to dismount to block Mo Bai.

Although blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth and several cuts were flowing from his body, he couldn't help but remember the scene when Ming Wang threw him onto the horse and left him to face the blade alone.

Even if the Ming King is powerful, he cannot stand idly by.

"No need, you have to live, remember what I just said!" However, just as he moved, Mo Bai put away the handkerchief, his face turned strangely red, and his gaze turned to him.

Tie Xiong paused, and the words he had just spoken naturally came to mind: "Take me away..."

Before he could think any further, he saw the Ming King, in his eyes, take a step forward with his thin body, without uttering a word, slowly walking towards the approaching figure in black in the rain.

His steps were slow, yet at this moment, he was facing the life-or-death threat alone, yet he walked straight towards it without the slightest sign of retreat, which was enough to shake everyone's hearts.

"Is this the legendary, absurd Mingwang?" someone thought to themselves.

Immediately, everyone present, those who survived that day, would never forget how this seemingly frail figure left such a stunning impression on that rainy night.

Boom! A thunderous roar!

Flashes of lightning streaked across the sky as the figure in black finally clashed with the Ming King.

This time, everyone clearly understood how those three figures were killed.

The King of Light appeared to be strolling leisurely, yet he moved through the blades unscathed, his movements seemingly controlled by an unimaginable rhythm.

Weaving through the flashing blades, the blade he had snatched would occasionally gleam, leaving streaks of crimson streaks across the sky.

fast!

It's almost here, it's unbelievable.

People didn't seem to be used to it yet. In the middle of the field, he was already standing among a pile of corpses, and he took out his handkerchief again to cough!

His face flushed even more, but at this moment, even with the heavy rain falling, his clothes moved without wind, like a battle flag waving.

As her clothes fluttered, a thunderous roar resounded...

This scene was astonishing, as if boundless power shook the world.

This was even more astonishing than his previous battle. Suddenly, a trembling cry rang out, seemingly from nowhere: "This, how is this possible... Graceful as a startled swan, his aura surging through his body... The Ming King has actually entered the inner chamber!"

boom!

This sound was like a thunderclap, shaking the world!

As the four directions moved, the fierce men on those horses, who had been brandishing their swords, suddenly changed their expressions drastically.

The horse was startled and took several steps back by the sight of the person coughing there.

However, Mo Bai's cough finally stopped, and he raised his eyes to look at them.

And almost without hesitation, to their horror, he walked toward them just as he had toward the men in black.

The leader on horseback's face changed, and he shouted urgently, "Sir!"

The man behind him, whose expression had also changed, his eyes darting around, let out a low growl: "We've fallen for their trap!"

Is there any need to consider this further?

How could someone who has entered the inner sanctum be killed by two sorcerers from Shangqing Mountain? Isn't that a joke?

He knew he was in trouble this time, but his eyes still gleamed.

"Once inside, a hundred men cannot defeat us. We must retreat immediately..." The leader's face turned even paler.

However, the man gritted his teeth, glanced at one of the knights who had been following him, and asked in a low voice, "What do you think?"

The leader on horseback, watching Mo Bai approach with overwhelming momentum, was growing increasingly panicked when he suddenly heard these words. He paused, abruptly turning to look at the middle-aged man, around fifty years old, who had been in his group all along.

He knew exactly who this man was, but he never expected that the man he thought was just a guard would be treated with such respect.

"Indeed remarkable. At such a young age, he has already entered the inner circle. Given time, he will likely become a great threat. This child cannot be allowed to live and must be killed!" The man did not look very old, but his voice inexplicably carried a sense of age.