When the boy called Bei Er heard the woman's words, a hint of brutality appeared at the corners of his lips, and he cast a smug glance at the boy with the withered right arm.
The boy who had come with Lan Lan and the others with a shriveled right arm that looked as if he was just skin and bones looked even paler at that moment.
"What right do you have to do this?! We didn't even provoke you, and we've already paid for this herb! You're the ones who forcefully took it away!
"Your levels of cultivation are high, but aren't you ashamed of bullying us three kids like this?!" Lan Lan's face was filled with anger. She was also very afraid at that moment, but among the three of them, Qi Dong had been silent all along the way, like a block of wood. Ahu was also a coward in her eyes.
When she spoke up in anger, Lan Lan might have been terrified, but when she saw Qi Dong's pale face, she gritted her teeth!
"Our Protector is Mo Su, and his is Nan Gong Hen. If you hurt us, they'll definitely not let you off!" When she saw one of the expressionless Medial Shamans walking out from beside the woman and heading towards Lan Lan and the other two teenagers, Lan Lan shouted loudly and protected Qi Dong and Ahu while retreating. Her face was already stark pale, but she still forced herself to stay strong.
"Nan Gong Hen …" The woman had already turned around to look at the other items. When she heard Nan Gong Hen's name, she frowned slightly.
"For Nan Gong Hen's sake, just break one of their legs. As for this girl, she has a sharp tongue. Take out her tongue."
"Understood, madam." The Medial Shaman who walked towards the three boys was a thin middle-aged man. At that moment, he turned his head around and bowed towards the woman. Once he spoke respectfully, he turned around and walked towards Lan Lan without any expression on his face.
Under the pressure of a Medial Shaman, Lan Lan trembled, Ahu's eyes were filled with fear, and Qi Dong had his head lowered in anguish. The three of them could not leave this place at all. To the three children, this pressure was like the might of heaven itself.
"Qi Bei, madam, this has nothing to do with them. We just came to Shaman City along the way. My matter has nothing to do with them. If you really want to punish them, then break my legs and one of my arms. I'll take their place." The boy with the withered right arm lifted his head at that moment, and with anguish on his face, he took a few steps forward.
The young woman didn't pay any attention to the young man's words. She pretended not to hear him as she picked up a black wooden hairpin from the shop and lowered her head to look at it. The young man on the side glanced at Qi Dong with a cold smile. The arrogance and disdain on his face were obvious.
The middle-aged Medial Shaman who was walking towards Lan Lan and the other two did not stop for even a single moment. As he got closer, the cold presence spreading out from his body caused despair to appear in Lan Lan and the other two's eyes.
Qi Dong's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a loud roar. As he retreated, he used his body to knock Lan Lan and Ahu into the shop's front door.
"Go! Ahu, take Lan Lan and run! "
Lan Lan hesitated for a moment. By her side, Ahu grabbed her hand and immediately rushed towards the door anxiously. Yet right at the instant he and Lan Lan arrived beside the door, a huge gust of wind appeared out of nowhere and swept up the two of them. Immediately, Lan Lan and Ahu shuddered and fell back against their will. It was as if they had crashed into a wall, and as they fell back, they coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Our guardian is Mo Su, he won't let you go!" Lan Lan wiped away the blood and glared at the Medial Shaman. By her side, Ahu sucked in a deep breath. Even though his face was pale and his chest was aching, he still stood before Lan Lan with a determined look on his face that made him look like a mountain.
Qi Dong laughed brokenly. As he looked at Lan Lan and Ahu, a deeply apologetic look appeared on his face. He was filled with regret. He should not have come out. It was fine if he was injured, but it was not his intention to drag the others into this.
The middle-aged Medial Shaman smiled coldly. There was not a single hint of his status as a high-grade Shaman. In the face of these three children who could not even fight back, he attacked incredibly ruthlessly.
"Mo Su, I've never heard of a powerful Medial Shaman with this name. I'd like to see just how this person won't let me go." The middle-aged Medial Shaman took a step forward and leapt past Qi Dong. With a swing of his arm, he flung Ahu away, and Ahu immediately tumbled to the side, causing the middle-aged Medial Shaman to arrive beside Lan Lan, whose face was pale and filled with despair.
As he laughed coldly, the middle-aged Medial Shaman lifted his right hand and pointed at Lan Lan's right leg. As long as his finger landed, the girl's right leg would immediately shatter, and from then on, she would become a cripple.
Ahu let out a shrill roar as if he had gone mad and was about to rush forward. Qi Dong felt a sharp stab of pain in his heart. Without a hint of hesitation, he also rushed forward.
However, these two children were not even Fledgling Shamans, so there was no way they could be faster than the middle-aged Medial Shaman. Even if they pounced on him, it would be useless.
The middle-aged Medial Shaman's right hand was as quick as lightning, as if there was no other speed that could compare to his right hand at that moment. It charged straight towards the despairing Lan Lan's right leg.
However, that was just what it seemed to be. It was not as if there was truly no one who could stop his right hand. Right at the instant the middle-aged Medial Shaman's right index finger was only three inches away from Lan Lan's right leg, a voice filled with a chilling tone traveled forth from the sky outside the shop.
"How dare you?!"
That voice echoed in the air. At first glance, it seemed to be coming from the distance, but if one listened carefully, it would sound as if it was right by their ears. At the same time the middle-aged Medial Shaman heard that voice, his index finger was suddenly seized by a right hand that appeared out of nowhere beside him!
It was a cold hand with a black sleeve. As that hand appeared, a man dressed in black with a mask on his face appeared beside the middle-aged Medial Shaman.
"Didn't you want to see how I won't let you go? I'll show you!" The masked man was naturally Su Ming. Only an instant had passed from the moment he spoke to the moment he appeared. At that moment, when he held the middle-aged Medial Shaman's index finger, the Medial Shaman's expression immediately changed drastically.
Yet right at the instant his expression changed, Su Ming squeezed the man's finger with his right hand. With that one squeeze, a cracking sound rang out, and the Medial Shaman let out a muffled groan. His face instantly turned pale, and his right index finger was crushed by Su Ming.
His heart trembled and he instinctively wanted to retreat, but before he could take two steps back, blood flowed out of the gaps between Su Ming's fingers. A profound glare shone in Su Ming's eyes under the mask. He lifted his right hand and swung his arm at the Medial Shaman before him.
With that one swing, a gust of wind that was several times stronger than the one that appeared when he was fighting against Lan Lan and Ahu appeared out of nowhere and turned into a vortex. As it spun around, green light shone at the center of Su Ming's brows. The small virescent sword let out a piercing screech and pierced through the vortex. As blood spilled everywhere, the green light returned with a flash.
The vortex of wind disappeared, and the middle-aged Medial Shaman widened his eyes where he stood. Disbelief lingered in his eyes. There was a bloody gash at the center of his brows that pierced through his entire head. He fell to the ground, and after twitching a few times, he breathed his last and died.
All of this happened within the span of a few breaths from the moment Su Ming appeared to the moment the middle-aged Medial Shaman died. It happened so quickly that it was unbelievable, so quickly that it was difficult for anyone to react to it.
The woman who was holding the black wooden hairpin and had her head lowered to look at it turned her head around swiftly. Her gaze was like lightning as it fell on Su Ming's body, and her expression was incredibly grave.
The boy's face instantly turned pale. To him, the span of a few breaths had only lasted for an instant, but what happened before and after that instant was as if the world had been turned upside down. It made his mind roar and his mind turn blank as he stood there, dumbfounded.
The other two Medial Shamans by the woman's side were originally expressionless, but at that moment, their expressions changed drastically. When they looked at Su Ming, their gazes were instantly filled with shock. They knew that they would definitely not be able to kill a Shaman of the same level as them in such a clean manner. It was as if the middle-aged Medial Shaman was so weak that he could not even withstand a single blow before this person.
Once Lan Lan saw Su Ming, she was also stunned. This was the first time she saw Su Ming attack, but with just one attack, he had made the person she had previously fallen into despair die in an instant. This sort of power and this sort of murderous aura caused all the doubts Lan Lan had towards Su Ming to completely disappear at that moment.
At the same time, once she saw Su Ming, she was like a child who had run into an adult after being bullied. She felt wronged and started relying on him.
"Senior …" Lan Lan's eyes turned red, and there was a hint of sobbing in her voice.
"Senior!" Ahu's face was filled with excitement as he wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed deeply towards Su Ming.
Even Qi Dong rushed to Su Ming's side in excitement. As if he did not know how to express his feelings, he simply knelt down before Su Ming and kowtowed a few times.
"Sir, how should I address you? This might be a misunderstanding. I am a member of Eastern Goosefoot Tribe. Eastern Goosefoot Tribe has always loved getting to know the powerful Shamans from other tribes. Sir, do you know anyone in Eastern Goosefoot Tribe?" The woman's expression was grave. She stared at Su Ming for a long while before a gentle smile suddenly appeared on her face.
She might not be young, but she still retained her charm. When she smiled, it gave off a feeling that all sorts of beauties were born. There was not a hint of pretense in her charm. Instead, it gave people a feeling that it was natural. This was something that was completely different from Madam Ji's. They were two completely different things.
"It started because my child took a fancy to this herb and got into some conflict with these three teenagers. I don't care who's right or wrong, you've already punished my guards. This is just a misunderstanding. How about we let this matter rest?" the woman said gently as she twirled her hair.
"It's not like that. They're the ones who went overboard. We already paid for the herb, but they wanted to break our legs. I …" Lan Lan immediately spoke up from the side.
"Enough!" Su Ming's gaze was calm as he cut off Lan Lan's words. Lan Lan immediately stopped talking obediently.
"I don't care who's right or wrong. If they hurt my people, then saying it's a misunderstanding is not enough! Are you going to break all your legs, or do you want me to do it for you? "Su Ming asked coldly. This was the ninth summit's principle, and it was also Su Ming's principle.
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