Peerless Divine Doctor

Lu Tianguang looked at Wu Jianxiong, who bowed slightly, while Yang Meili, standing beside him, said with a cold face, ”It’s all Ye Luo’s fault, it was he who caused the death of Old Wu’s son.”

”Silence!”

Lu Zhengqing’s voice boomed, instantly changing Yang Meili’s expression as she hurriedly closed her mouth.

A fierce killing intent flashed in Wu Jianxiong’s gloomy eyes as he hoarsely said, ”Today, he and that cheap woman will join my son in death.”

Hearing Wu Jianxiong’s words, Lu Zhengqing and Lu Tianguang both turned their eyes, obviously understanding the meaning. As the second-largest family in Jinling, they clearly knew about last night’s events and that Ye Luo had already arrived in Jinling.

Right after, Lu Zhengqing took Lu Tianguang and Yang Meili to pay their condolences to Wu Yingxiong, then turned and left without lingering any longer.

”Father, do you think that kid will come today?”

Outside the Wu Family estate, in a Bentley car, Lu Tianguang looked at Lu Zhengqing and couldn’t help asking.

”Since he has already come to Jinling, he will naturally show up, otherwise his woman will have to be buried alongside Wu Yingxiong,” Lu Zhengqing said indifferently.

”If he comes, he will certainly die. Father, should we take this opportunity to lend the Wu Family a hand?” Yang Meili’s eyes flickered with a ferocious light.

”No, whether the kid comes or not, he is definitely not an ordinary person, and moreover, last night Jin Quan arrested him but released him from the police station in less than half an hour without any explanation to the Wu Family. Today, he didn’t even show up to pay respects, so there must be a problem,” Lu Zhengqing said, his eyes sparkling with sharpness.

”Are you saying this guy has a complicated identity?” Lu Tianguang’s expression tightened.

”If he didn’t have a special identity, would Jin Quan have defied the Wu Family and released him? Therefore, the Wu Family is bound to put on a good show today. No matter who wins or loses, it’ll be somewhat beneficial for us. Perhaps this is an opportunity for our Lu Family to grow stronger,” Lu Zhengqing said, stroking his chin, his eyes beaming with intelligence as he glanced at the Wu Family estate and muttered to himself.

Across from the Wu Family estate, a figure wearing a duckbill cap stood under a large tree, with eyes occasionally glancing towards the Wu Family residence. This person was none other than Ye Luo.

Ye Luo was chewing gum, his eyes shimmering.

Ptui!

The next second, when Ye Luo saw that most of the people who had come to mourn at the Wu Family had left, he spat the gum onto the ground, preparing to head towards the Wu Family.

A ring of the phone interrupted the moment. Ye Luo picked up the phone and saw that it was Mingyue calling.

”Hey, what’s up, little girl? I’m busy here,” Ye Luo said, glancing to the side.

”Where are you right now?”

Mingyue suddenly asked.

”What does it have to do with you where I am?” Ye Luo retorted with a sneer.

”Aren’t you at the Wu Family? I’m telling you, you better not mess around. The Wu Family is not as simple as you think,” Mingyue hurriedly said.

”Alright, did you call just to tell me this? If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up. No matter how simple or not the Wu Family is, I’m going to take my chances today. I, Ye Luo, want to see if the Wu Family is really a dragon’s den,” Ye Luo said and hung up the phone abruptly, then turned it off immediately.

”Bastard, how dare you hang up on me.”

On the street leading to the Wu Family residence, Mingyue sat in the carriage angrily humming and then made another call, only to be greeted with a shutdown tone.

”This guy, he actually turned off his phone,” Mingyue frowned deeply and said to the driver, ”Speed up immediately, head to the Wu Family, and tell the others to get there as fast as they can.”

In the Wu Family’s memorial hall, the shadow of Poisonous Scorpion appeared, casting a glance at the photo of Wu Yingxiong. He turned to Wu Jianxiong and said, ”Family Head, Ye Luo is not simple in either strength or background. I think...”

”Enough, you don’t need to say so much. Is the Poisonous Scorpion really frightened by a young boy just because of an arm? Do you even deserve to be a disciple of Poison Sect?”

Wu Jianxiong coldly snorted.

Hearing the words ’Poison Sect’, the pupils of Poisonous Scorpion tightened, and a special glint flashed through his eyes as he turned and left.

Bang, bang!

Two dull sounds echoed as the two guards stationed outside the Wu Family flew in, smashing right in front of the memorial hall. Ye Luo walked in slowly, and today he was wearing a red shirt, forming a stark contrast with the Wu Family’s white surroundings.

Clatter!

Inside the Wu Family compound, a group of figures armed with steel knives and firearms appeared. Their eyes carried cold chills as they surrounded Ye Luo, hundreds in number.

”Family Head, the people have arrived,”

the middle-aged man in white said to Wu Jianxiong.

Wu Jianxiong’s gloomy eyes flashed with a bloody light as he slowly turned and walked outside the memorial hall, his gaze falling on Ye Luo, who was encircled in the middle of the courtyard.

”You are the murderer who killed my son?”

The cold and deep voice of Wu Jianxiong carried an invisible murderous intent.

”Are you Wu Yingxiong’s father?” Ye Luo asked lightly.

”Indeed, a hero emerges from youth. Brave of you to dare to venture into my Wu Family alone,” Wu Jianxiong said in a low voice, his eyelids drooping, obscuring his eyes.

”I’m here today to attend your son’s funeral; is the Wu Family really going to waste my kind effort?”

Ye Luo said with a playful smile at the corner of his mouth, but his identity and the festive red attire seemed so ironic.

Wu Jianxiong’s eyes narrowed, and through the slits, one could see endless intent to kill; his aged body emanated a towering rage.

”Today I will have you and that cheap woman buried with my son!”

Wu Jianxiong declared emphatically, and as his words fell, Yan Ling, tied up in a classic ’five flowers’ bind, was brought out beside the memorial hall.

Yan Ling was pale, with disheveled hair, a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, and countless whip marks on her body; a lot of her skin had burst open, revealing bloody wounds.

Seeing this scene, Ye Luo’s eyes instantly flashed with endless bloodlust, his fists cracking with a terrifying sound. An awful murderous intent spread like a tornado, enveloping the void.

In an instant, everyone present felt suffocated, their bodies chilled and numb, and those with weaker wills felt as though they were standing amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The tangible murderous intent invaded their brains, fostering delusions and awakening their innermost fears. Instantly, their bodies trembled, their faces turned pale, and their foreheads were covered in beads of cold sweat.

Many of the weak-willed fell to the ground, unable to bear Ye Luo’s terrifying murderous intent, their bodies drenched as if they had experienced a nightmare, gasping for air heavily.