Mad Doctor No. 9

Before she could finish speaking, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside.

Dozens of men in black rushed in from all directions, completely surrounding the clinic.

The Netherworld has finally arrived.

Outside the clinic, it was a dark mass of people.

The plainclothes special police officers arranged by Xiao Hao immediately sprang into action, and a fierce firefight ensued on the street.

Gunshots, screams, and the sound of shattering glass mingled together.

Inside the clinic, Wang Tian calmly watched the Poison Scorpion and the assassin "Blood Spider".

"Did the Netherworld send you here just to die?"

The scorpion sneered, "Such arrogance! Take this!"

With a wave of her hand, dozens of poisoned needles rained down on Wang Tian.

The needles, as fine as cow's hair, were coated with deadly poison.

Instead of retreating, Wang Tian advanced, shooting out the same silver needle and accurately hitting all the poisoned needles.

Clang, clang, clang—all the poison needles were deflected.

At the same time, he took a step and was in front of the scorpion.

Scorpion was sent flying, crashing into the medicine cabinet, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

She looked at Wang Tian, ​​her eyes filled with disbelief, "You... how can you be so powerful?"

Wang Tian shook the blood off his hands. "Because this is my territory, your poison has no effect on me."

Although his martial arts skills were crippled over the past year, his medical skills and acupuncture expertise have made rapid progress.

In addition, the special physique brought by the Guardian bloodline means that ordinary poisons cannot harm him at all.

Seeing this, Blood Spider drew the soft sword from its waist, the sword light flashing like a venomous snake's tongue, and stabbed towards Wang Tian's back.

Zhang Qingyun, wielding a peach wood sword, rushed out from the back hall and stood in front of the soft sword: "I will fight you!"

The two clashed.

Although Zhang Qingyun was injured, his swordsmanship was superb, and for a time he did not fall into a disadvantageous position.

Wang Tian walked up to the scorpion: "Tell me, where is the Netherworld?"

Scorpion gave a bitter laugh: "I'll never find him in this lifetime."

She bit into the poison sac in her tooth and died instantly.

Another suicide bomber.

Wang Tian frowned.

If the people of the Dark Palace aren't afraid of death, then that's troublesome.

Just then, a long howl came from outside.

This long howl was like a thunderclap, shaking the windows.

Everyone stopped fighting and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Youming slowly walked from the end of the long street.

Beneath the black robe, he wore a mask, but in his hand he held something else—the Medicine King Cauldron!

It was a small bronze tripod, ancient and heavy, with mysterious runes engraved all over its body; it was clearly no ordinary object.

In Youming's hands, the cauldron emitted an eerie black light.

"Wang Tian, ​​come out and face your death."

Wang Tian led Xiao Hao, Guo Zi, and others out of the clinic.

"Youming, your men are all dead, and you are the only one left. Why don't you surrender?" Xiao Hao said sternly.

Youming sneered, "No matter how many ants there are, can they kill an elephant?"

He held the giant cauldron in one hand and slapped it with the other.

Thick plumes of black smoke billowed from the cauldron, transforming into countless ghostly faces that lunged at the special police and members of the Dragon Gate Society.

"Oh no!" Wang Tian exclaimed.

But it was too late.

Those who inhaled the smoke first coughed violently, then stared blankly, and finally turned their guns on their own people!

"Someone is manipulating them!" Guo Zi was shocked.

Youming laughed loudly: "How could you possibly know the true power of the Medicine King Cauldron? This cauldron can not only refine elixirs, but also refine people's hearts! I will refine you all into puppets!"

Black mist billowed out, enveloping the entire street.

Apart from Wang Tian and Zhang Qingyun, who possessed internal energy to protect themselves, the rest of the people were gradually subdued.

The situation reversed instantly.

Wang Tian gritted his teeth and took out the Golden Silkworm Gu.

The Golden Silkworm Gu once again released golden light, dispersing the surrounding smoke and dust, but this area was limited.

Wang Tian shouted, "Qingyun, form the formation!"

Zhang Qingyun understood his meaning, took out eight talismans, and arranged them around the clinic in the shape of the Bagua (Eight Trigrams).

The talisman burned, forming a golden barrier that blocked the black mist.

The light screen was fading rapidly and was about to give way.

"Wang Tian, ​​what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Bring them on!" Youming mocked. "Hand over the secret manual, hand over your mother, and I might consider giving you a quick death."

Wang Tian exhaled a breath of turbid air and took out the nine blood-stained Ice Soul Needles.

"Youming, do you know why the formula for the Longevity Pill is incomplete?" he said slowly. "It's because our ancestors, the Witch Doctors, foresaw that evil people would covet it in later generations. Therefore, the secret manual contains methods to break the curse."

"This is the Evil-Slaying Needle, specifically designed to counteract the Longevity Pill. Today, I will use this needle to shatter your delusions!"

Before he could finish speaking, all nine needles were fired at once!

He didn't shoot at the Netherworld, but at the Medicine King Cauldron!

Youming's expression changed drastically. He wanted to retrieve the cauldron, but it was too late.

Nine Ice Soul Needles accurately pierced nine vital points on the cauldron, and Wang Tian's pure Yang blood seeped into the needles.

The Medicine King Cauldron suddenly trembled, making a buzzing sound that caused a sharp pain in people's eardrums.

The talismanic symbols on the cauldron flickered in and out of existence, and black mist was drawn into the cauldron.

"No!" Youming was terrified. He tried to control the cauldron, but found that it was completely beyond his control.

Wang Tian bit his tongue sharply, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the long needle, and shouted, "Break through evil and suppress demons! Seal with my blood!"

The nine needles lit up simultaneously, transforming into nine red rays that locked the Medicine King Cauldron inside.

The cauldron stopped trembling, and all the black mist disappeared.

The people who had been restrained regained their sight and looked around blankly.

Youming's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he pounced forward without a second thought.

Wang Tian went to meet them, and the two clashed.

Having lost the Medicine King Cauldron, Youming's strength was greatly reduced. However, as the master of the Dark Palace, his poison skills had reached their pinnacle.

Every palm strike carried a foul stench, and every finger was poisoned.

Wang Tian, ​​relying on the Ice Soul Needle and his pure Yang essence blood, barely managed to hold on, but was steadily losing ground.

He had several more wounds on his body. Although the poison had been neutralized by his blood, he still suffered serious internal injuries.

"Wang Tian, ​​you cannot win this battle!" Youming sneered. "Even if you destroy this cauldron, I have other methods! I already know the whereabouts of your mother!"

Wang Tian felt a chill.

How could Youming know that his mother was being secretly protected by Old Master Xu?

Unless, there is a traitor among them!

In that moment of distraction, he was struck in the chest by Youming's palm.

Wang Tian was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall of the clinic and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

At least three ribs were broken.

"Brother Tian!" Guo Zi shouted, and was about to rush forward when You Ming slapped him away.

Zhang Qingyun was also entangled by the blood spiders and unable to escape.