Strongest Medical Saint

As the words fell,

Shen Yanzhou took out a mobile phone from his pocket and immediately dialed the Medicine King Sect Leader's number.

In this era, ancient martial arts and modern technology developed side by side. People in the Martial Arts World naturally wouldn't be too conservative, as virtually every Martial Sect had communication devices.

Seeing Shen Yanzhou take out his phone to make a call,

Song Jianbai and the others could naturally guess whom Shen Yanzhou's call was directed to!

After the call connected, Shen Yanzhou briefly explained the situation at hand, and then he hung up.

But just seconds later,

the mobile phone on Song Jianbai lit up with an incoming call. Seeing that it was the Medicine King Sect Leader, his expression turned cloudy and uncertain.

Standing to the side, Song Gaoyi, Song Gaolang, Song Tianhao, and Song Yuxuan also saw the caller ID on the phone screen. If the Medicine King Sect hadn't abandoned them, the Shen Family wouldn't have gone too far. After all, the Song Family had served the Medicine King Sect tirelessly for years; surely the sect wouldn't be so heartless, right?

After taking a deep breath, Song Jianbai pressed the answer button. He adjusted his emotions and was about to speak,

when a cold voice came through the phone, "Who do you think you are? Interfering in the internal affairs of the Shen Family, what are you trying to do? I don't like dogs that bring trouble to their masters. From now on, your Song Family and our Medicine King Sect have nothing to do with each other."

Although Song Jianbai had somewhat braced himself, hearing these words from the Sect Leader of the Medicine King still made him feel like his head had gone blank. He tried to speak again, but the call was already disconnected, leaving only a series of "beep, beep, beep" busy tones in his ear.

Song Gaoyi and the others could discern some clues from Song Jianbai's expression. Their hearts were in their throats.

Just then,

the ringtone of Song Tianhao's phone also went off, and after pulling out his phone, he saw it was his master calling.

He had been taken as a Registered Disciple by an elder of the Medicine King Sect.

After being stunned for several seconds, he answered the call and said, "Master, I..."

But the Medicine King Sect elder on the other end of the phone cut off Song Tianhao mid-sentence, saying, "Song Tianhao, look at what your Song Family has done. Our Medicine King Sect is neutral in the Martial Arts World, and isn't your Song Family neutral among the major families in the Capital City too? What business do you have interfering in the Shen Family's internal matters?"

"I was considering formally taking you on as a disciple after some time, but it seems that opportunity is gone now. Our master-disciple fate has ended. You must take care of yourself!"

Again, the "beep, beep, beep" of a busy line sounded in Song Tianhao's ear.

Song Tianhao's hand gripped the phone tightly. His master had said so much, just to sever ties! He had never been stingy in showing respect to his master, truly dedicating himself, but in such a time, his master treated him this way? A surge of anger erupted, and with a "bang!" he crushed the phone in his hand.

Shen Yanzhou and the others watched Song Jianbai and his group with mocking faces, while the people of the Capital City's Shen Family, led by Shen Qishan, could almost deduce from the expressions on the Song family's faces that they had been abandoned by the Medicine King Sect.

At this point, what reason did they have to still stand there? Were they waiting for the Shen Family of the Martial Arts World to take action?

Shen Qishan, Shen Yuancheng, Shen Liyang, and Shen Wunian all sank into a stance, their figures sweeping toward Song Jianbai, Song Gaoyi, Song Gaolang, Song Tianhao, and Song Yuxuan.

Shen Qishan and the others had previously received abundant cultivation resources from people like Shen Qingsong, and their Cultivation was significantly stronger than that of Song Jianbai and his people—not just by a star or half.

It could be said that the Song family members didn't stand a chance against Shen Qishan and his group. After all, not one of them was an Innate expert, and Song Jianbai had poor cultivation talent. Even though he was the Old Master Song, his Cultivation was the weakest among them.

Among the people of the Capital City Shen Family, just Shen Qishan alone possessed Middle Stage Innate Cultivation.

Under the assault of Shen Qishan and others, Song Jianbai and his group couldn't hold on for even thirty seconds.

Old Master Song's chest was caved in deeply, his face paler than a freshly painted wall, as he kept coughing up mouthfuls of blood, lying on the ground barely clinging to life, seeming as if he could pass away at any moment.

Song Gaolang and Song Gaoyi's arms and legs were completely shattered, and as they lay on the ground trying to struggle to their feet, it was all in vain.

Song Tianhao's neck had been pierced by a bloody hole from Shen Wunian's right index finger, with blood continuously gushing from his neck. He knelt on the ground, clutching his throat tightly, his eyes filled with endless despair. He could even clearly feel the vitality inside his body rapidly slipping away. Could this really be the end for him?

Only Song Yuxuan was unattacked, she stood there in a daze, witnessing the tragic state of her grandfather, father, uncle, and brother—especially her brother, Song Tianhao, who seemed at the brink of death at any moment. She shook uncontrollably and rushed to Song Tianhao's side, laying him in her arms, "Tianhao brother, don't scare me."

Song Tianhao let go of his hand from his throat wanting to speak, but as soon as he loosened his grip, blood poured out from the hole in his neck even more rapidly.

Song Yuxuan, trembling, pressed her hands against Song Tianhao's neck and cried out, "Tianhao brother, nothing will happen to you, you must be alright."

Then, her gaze turned toward the also bleak situations of Song Jianbai, Song Gaoyi, and Song Gaolang, she cried out without being able to control her tears, "Grandfather, what should I do?"

At that time.

Shen Qingsong glanced at Wei Lilan and said, "You have six minutes."

Upon hearing this, Wei Lilan glanced at the Shen Family disciples she had chosen and told them, "How do you find Xu Huifang's looks? She is the current Family Head's wife; you have six minutes, do whatever you please with her body."

The twenty Shen Family disciples selected by Wei Lilan, all robust in build, now found Xu Huifang's appearance and figure enough to attract any man. Hearing Wei Lilan's words, they couldn't help but move toward Xu Huifang.

Shen Liyang and Shen Qishan among other Capital City Shen Family members stood without any expression, indifferent as they looked on.

Especially Shen Liyang, could he really still be considered a man?

Wang Yudie's brows furrowed tighter upon seeing this scene, she said, "Isn't this too much? There's a limit to killing, but why insult someone like this?"

At her words, Shen Quantian responded, "Yudie, the one who gave the order is Shen Tianzhi's mother. Can you understand the pain of losing a child? This is a vendetta between the Capital City Shen Family and them. If you don't want to watch, you can go back to where you're staying."

Wang Yudie didn't say anything more, although it was getting hard for her to watch, she knew this was the Shen Family's internal affair, and besides, she was quite fond of Shen Quantian by now.

Xu Huifang watched the twenty Shen Family disciples approaching her, gave one last glance at the indifferent Shen Liyang, and bit her lips tightly. Was it finally coming to this step?

Xu Nansheng and Xu Ziyi also turned their eyes toward Xu Huifang.

Song Gaoyi, enduring the intense pain, roared, "What kind of grand family is this, are you even human? You will all get your retribution eventually."

Song Gaolang laughed nonstop, "Haha—," laughing so hard that blood spurted from his mouth unceasingly, yet he showed no signs of stopping, "Good and evil will always be repaid, just you wait!"

The dying Song Jianbai, lying on the ground, looked up to the sky, feeling his breathing becoming more and more difficult. The thought couldn't help but surface in his mind, "Did I make the wrong choice?"

Song Tianhao, with his eyes slowly closing, felt an unwillingness flood his heart, was this the end for the Song Family?

Why hadn't Senior Shen Xiaoyao arrived yet? Could their judgment have been mistaken?
Continue your saga on My Virtual Library Empire

They had thought that Senior Shen Xiaoyao would definitely have heard about the situation here, and would have reached today.

As his consciousness became hazier, suddenly, he saw a helicopter rapidly approaching in the sky.

Straining all his might to reopen his eyes wide, could this be hope? Could this be a miracle?