Medical and Martial God-Chapter 216 At the Critical Moment

"All War Gods of the Rock Family, charge!"

"All War Gods of the Solo Family, listen up!"

"War Gods of the Ross Family..."

Bister led the War Gods of the Haimer Family into battle. Seeing this, the Clan Leaders of the other seventeen families who had previously gone to pay tribute to Ye Xiu’s family also issued orders to their own War Gods.

At this moment, even if it meant dying in battle, they had to fight Gaelin! Otherwise, they could not endure Huang Quan’s wrath.

"Well, well. It seems plenty of you are willing to help War God Xuanse," Jim shouted. "Go on, then! Use your lives to wear him down!"

"Fight Gaelin to the death!" Yagyu Uemon yelled. "He’s only one man, and there are so many of you! Throw your lives at him and drain his Martial Prowess!" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

At this point, the Xuan Ming Sect and the Tiansha Association seemed ready to throw caution to the wind. Their lairs had already been destroyed, leaving only their members in Jin Ye City. They were secretly eager to see the Ancient Martial Families and Sects from around the world weakened as well.

The Eight Great National Protector War Gods truly hadn’t expected so many people to come to their aid and were deeply moved. They really wanted to say, "Don’t come over! We can’t kill Gaelin even if we join forces. You’ll only be throwing your lives away." But they simply couldn’t bring themselves to say it. They truly needed this Power.

"Die... die, die, die..."

Just then, Gaelin finally caught up to Qing Luan. He raised his blood-dripping Butcher’s Knife high and slashed at the back of her head. Azure Dragon and the other reinforcements were still on their way, too far to intervene. They could only watch as Qing Luan was about to be killed.

Suddenly, the eyes of Bister, Clan Leader of the Haimer Family, turned purple. They were the Purple Pupil Haimer Family, one of the few families in the world with Special Abilities.

WHOOSH!

Hundreds of flying needles shot out from all over Bister’s body, streaking toward Gaelin at lightning speed. The needles were far faster than Bister and the others—incomparably so. However, Gaelin was too close to Qing Luan. No matter how fast the needles flew, they still needed time to travel.

In the end, they were too late.

"Die..."

Gaelin brought his blade down. Qing Luan could clearly feel a fierce Blade Qi rushing toward her. Before the blade even landed, the force alone had ground her long hair into dust.

Suddenly, Qing Luan was bald.

"I’ll take you with me!"

While still in a frantic run, Qing Luan abruptly spun around. Disregarding Gaelin’s descending blade, she thrust her sword toward his heart, intending to trade her life for his.

"No...!" Seeing this, Azure Dragon and the others cried out in despair.

Bister and the others sighed inwardly. In the end, we still couldn’t save her.

"DIE!"

Utterly berserk, Gaelin ignored Qing Luan’s thrusting sword and fearlessly brought his blade down on her head. If this strike landed, her head would surely be split in two.

Just then, everyone in the stadium saw a flash before their eyes. Suddenly, Qing Luan was gone, and Gaelin’s blade sliced through empty air.

"Huh?"

Gaelin froze for a moment. The tens of thousands of people in the stadium were also stunned.

Where is Qing Luan? Where did she go?

"I never expected you’d look so good bald," a teasing voice suddenly rang out.

The crowd of tens of thousands turned toward the sound. They saw a mysterious person wearing a baseball cap, a mask, and sunglasses, currently holding Qing Luan.

"You... you finally made it!" Qing Luan knew it was Ye Xiu from his voice and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I was just in time," Ye Xiu laughed. "A tenth of a second later, and I would have missed seeing such a pretty bald head!"

"You..."

Teased by Ye Xiu in front of everyone and still in his arms, Qing Luan blushed. She quickly struggled out of his embrace, completely abashed. As the youngest of the Eight Great National Protector War Gods, Qing Luan was only thirty years old. Beautiful and still unmarried, she had never even been in a relationship. To be held and teased by Ye Xiu in public threw her heart into turmoil.

"Who are you?" Jim asked as he walked over.

Among the tens of thousands in the stadium, no one aside from the National Protector War Gods and Bister’s group knew who Ye Xiu was.

"I’m your daddy, no blood required," Ye Xiu said.

"You..." Jim was furious but didn’t dare say anything more. The fact that Ye Xiu had so easily rescued Qing Luan from under Gaelin’s blade was proof enough that Jim was no match for him.

"Jim, you lucky bastard!" Bister urged enviously. "What are you waiting for? Call him Dad!"

"You..." Jim was so angry he turned livid.

However, he didn’t realize Bister wasn’t joking or mocking him. After all, heaven knew how many people on Earth would kill for the chance to call Huang Quan their father.

"Is that Gaelin?" Ye Xiu finally turned to look at him.

"Yes, that’s him," Qing Luan said.

"Well, this is bizarre." Ye Xiu walked up to Gaelin, surveying him up and down before asking, "How did you become like this?"

He was genuinely curious. Of the tens of thousands of people here, only he knew what Gaelin’s sudden surge of power truly meant: he had surpassed the limits of a human and entered an entirely new level.

This question, however, stunned the entire stadium. Ye Xiu had actually dared to walk right up to Gaelin, study him with interest, and even ask questions. It was practically a death wish.

"Die... die..." Gaelin clutched his blade, his blood-red eyes fixed on Ye Xiu. He muttered the word incessantly but hesitated to make a move. Though he had lost his sanity, he instinctively sensed a mortal threat from Ye Xiu.

SMACK!

Ye Xiu slapped Gaelin across the face. "Die, my ass! Start talking!"

The entire crowd drew a sharp, collective breath. To dare slap and berate Gaelin in his current state... there was likely no one else in the world who would do such a thing.

"He couldn’t be... Huang Quan, could he?" someone suddenly whispered.

The realization hit the tens of thousands of people at once. That’s right! At a time like this, who else but Huang Quan would dare to slap Gaelin?

"That’s right! He is Huang Quan!" Qing Luan declared with pride.

An abrupt, total silence fell over the tens of thousands in the stadium.

A man’s reputation precedes him. In his ten years of slaughter, Huang Quan had single-handedly reshaped the rules of the global Underworld. All who did not comply faced certain Death. The psychological trauma such a brutal reputation inflicted upon the world’s Martial Artists was indescribable.

Just moments before, many had been boasting that even Huang Quan might not be Gaelin’s match. But now, with Huang Quan standing right before them, they didn’t dare to breathe, fearing that the slightest sound might get them cut down by his blade.

However, among the tens of thousands present, few had ever seen Huang Quan in his signature attire, let alone his true face. To see him now, dressed casually, made many feel incredibly honored.

We finally get to see the legendary Huang Quan! And we get to live!

"Has he been silent ever since he transformed?" Seeing that Gaelin remained quiet, Ye Xiu turned and asked Qing Luan.

"Yes. After his hair and eyes turned red, he seemed to have lost his mind. Even when he kills, he has no specific target and just slashes indiscriminately," Qing Luan explained.

"How strange. What could have made him like this?" Ye Xiu said as he observed Gaelin. "Come here, let me take your pulse."

With that, he reached for Gaelin’s hand.

Gaelin seemed to recoil in terror, letting out a roar. "DIE!"

As he shouted, he swung his blade at Ye Xiu’s head.