Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain
Chapter 1217 - 1216 Easily Subdued

Chapter 1217: Chapter 1216 Easily Subdued

Hearing Lin Dong’s response, the fake Nanyang Grandmaster was momentarily stunned, then burst into hysterical laughter:

"Do I need to ask you?"

"My strength is that of a Half-Step Earth Realm martial artist. Even the distance to the Earth Realm is but a step away, within reach."

"If An Zhongshan were not injured, he could still use his Inner Qi. Then naturally, I would not be his opponent, but now, he can’t even use his Inner Qi. Who among you here could stop me?"

"By relying on you, this Dragon Country kid?"

His words infuriated An Nuoyu. He had never expected that the so-called Nanyang Ghost Doctor he had invited to cure his father was actually here to kill him.

I’ve brought the wolf into the room!

"You despicable creature, you deserve to die..." An Nuoyu tried to rise and kill him, but he had barely supported himself when he collapsed again.

Seeing this, the fake Nanyang Grandmaster sneered with disdain once more.

An Nuoyu, merely a Sect Master, he didn’t take seriously at all.

An Zhongshan’s face was exceedingly ugly. Today indeed proved an ancient saying from Dragon Country, resembling a tiger bullied by dogs when fallen to the plains.

To think he, the renowned War God of the Paocai Nation, could be bullied by a petty thief to this extent.

The hatred!

Mrs. An yelled towards the outside, "Someone, come quickly!"

"Haha, it’s useless to call. When I came in, I already used Black Witchcraft to isolate this courtyard from the outer world."

"The sounds inside cannot be heard outside. So even if you scream your throat sore, it’s useless."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. An’s face instantly turned pale.

"Hahaha..." The fake Nanyang Mage laughed heartily, then turned to Mrs. An, "Mrs. An, although you are over forty years old, you have maintained yourself quite well."

"Compared to your daughter, I actually prefer you. And you’re also An Zhongshan’s wife..."

"Just thinking about it feels thrilling."

As he spoke, he extended a claw-like hand towards Mrs. An.

Mrs. An screamed in terror.

As for An Zhongshan, his eyes split with rage, he, the established War God of the Paocai Nation, had never suffered such humiliation.

"Don’t..." An Nuolan cried out.

"Puff!"

However, just as the fake Nanyang Grandmaster’s hand was about to touch Mrs. An, suddenly, a streak of white light flashed.

The Nanyang Grandmaster’s right hand fell to the ground, having been cleanly severed.

"Ah..." It was only after his hand hit the floor that the fake Nanyang Grandmaster felt the pain, issuing a piercing scream.

He looked towards Lin Dong in extreme shock.

The streak of white light was precisely from the palm sword that Lin Dong had condensed in his right hand.

"How is it possible, how can your speed be so fast? That’s at least the speed of an Earth Realm martial artist..." the fake Nanyang Grandmaster, enduring the severe pain, stared fixedly at Lin Dong, muttering in disbelief.

"Could it be, you are an Earth Realm martial artist?"

At that, a wave of fear erupted in his eyes.

Lin Dong then laughingly said, "Congratulations, you guessed right."

As Lin Dong spoke, a terrifying Inner Qi burst forth, forming a pressure that acted on the fake Nanyang Grandmaster.

"Kneel!"

As soon as Lin Dong’s voice fell, the fake Nanyang Grandmaster felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him.

Under that immense force, he could not control his knees.

His knees buckled, and he knelt down straight.

Lin Dong’s eyes sparkled, and he quickly injected an ancient ’Witch’s Curse’ into his body.

This ’Witch’s Curse’ was injected to neutralize the Black Sorcerer’s Curse that the Black Sorcerer Palace had placed inside his body.

Thus, he wouldn’t end up like Madam President Li last time, where revealing critical information about the Black Sorcerer Palace would cause instant death.

The fake Nanyang Grandmaster was utterly shocked.

"You... how do you know witchcraft? And such ancient witchcraft at that? Who on earth are you?" He was now shocked beyond measure.

Such a young Earth Realm martial artist!

And he knows ancient witchcraft!

As well as the legendary Reincarnation Wheel Needle!

Who exactly is this man from the distant Dragon Country?

At the moment, An Zhongshan, An Nuoyu, and Mrs. An, their entire family, were also stunned.

An Nuoyu, dumbfounded like a wooden chicken, muttered:

"He is actually an Earth Realm martial artist, so young, and just now, I laughably tried to confront him."

"Just now, that palm strike of his probably didn’t even use one-tenth of his strength."

One could only say that he had still underestimated Lin Dong. The palm strike he delivered just now, Lin Dong did not even use one percent of his strength, let alone ten percent.

An Zhongshan suddenly recalled something and exclaimed, "I know who you are, you are the unrivaled juggernaut, Master Lin of Dragon Country!"

"Only Master Lin, barely over twenty years old, possesses the strength of an Earth Realm martial artist. Only Master Lin can repair my dantian and meridians. Only Master Lin could have the Divine Order of War gifted to him by the Dragon King War God... And you, you also bear the surname Lin, you must be Master Lin!"

Upon hearing An Zhongshan’s words, the imposter Nanyang Grandmaster who was under Lin Dong’s control, suddenly began to tremble violently.

He, too, had heard of Master Lin from Dragon Country!

At that moment, Lin Dong nodded at An Zhongshan, acknowledging his identity.

He then turned to the fake Nanyang Grandmaster and demanded:

"Let me ask you, are you a man of the Black Sorcerer Palace?"

The fake Nanyang Grandmaster, clenching his teeth, stubbornly said, "Even if you are Master Lin, what of it?"

"This task has met you, I concede! Hahaha, but even as Master Lin, you cannot save An Zhongshan."

"Moreover, I won’t reveal anything about the Black Sorcerer Palace..."

"Is that so?" Lin Dong, not wanting to waste more words, immediately condensed an Asura Needle.

In front of the Asura Needle, if he could last three minutes, Lin Dong would have to commend him as a tough man.

Let’s see if he’s just tough-talking.

"Shoo!"

The Asura Needle penetrated his body.

"Ah..." The fake Nanyang Grandmaster screamed, barely lasting a few seconds before he couldn’t bear it anymore and knelt, begging for mercy.

"Master Lin, it’s too painful, spare me, spare me... I’ll tell you everything."

Seeing this, Lin Dong scoffed, thinking he was tougher than this.

Apparently, in front of the Asura Needle, he lasted only a few seconds.

"Let me ask you, what is your name? Are you a man of the Black Sorcerer Palace, and where is the headquarters located?"

Hearing Lin Dong’s questions, the fake Nanyang Grandmaster didn’t hesitate and hurriedly answered:

"My name is Red Rat, a Hall Master under the Black Sorcerer Palace among the Twelve Zodiacs; our headquarters doesn’t have a specific location."

"Master Lin, if you’re looking to find the Master of the Black Sorcerer Palace, only I can lead you there..."

He said this naturally in order to survive.

Of course, this was also true.

The Black Sorcerer Palace indeed didn’t have a specific headquarters, that much was true.

An Zhongshan also added, "Last time I went to round up the Black Sorcerer Palace, I caught one of their Hall Masters from the Twelve Zodiacs. It was he who led us directly to the Master of the Black Sorcerer Palace."

"But the Master of the Black Sorcerer Palace was too powerful. I couldn’t stand more than fifty moves against him and was defeated."

"Luckily at that time, I brought enough soldiers. We captured many of his subordinates, and it was only through negotiations that I saved my life. Otherwise, I would have been long dead..."

Hearing An Zhongshan’s words, Lin Dong slightly furrowed his brows.

It seems that now, I must spare this Red Rat’s life.