A Loving Father and a Filial Son

Inside the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace, Xu Tianran's pupils suddenly contracted when he saw the blood moon on the monitor.

Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skill—Blood Moon Eclipse!

Blood-red light spilled forth.

In an instant, heaven and earth changed color.

A beam of crimson light shot out from the blood moon. Any attack that tried to stop it melted away like ice and snow in an instant, unable to impede it in the slightest.

In mere moments, the Imperial Guards stationed before Xu Sixteen's bedchamber were either dead or crippled. Not a single person remained to block the doorway.

The Medical Immortal Douluo did not hesitate. She pushed open the doors to Xu Sixteen's bedchamber, and what she saw upon entering was not an assassination attempt rushing at her.

Instead, she saw the Old Emperor Xu Sixteen lying on the sickbed, breathing faintly, his eyes wide open as he had already gone into shock, along with two imperial physicians who were helplessly at a loss.

Wang Xian'er's Healing Angel Martial Soul instantly possessed her. Pure white wings beat behind her back, instinctively making everyone feel a measure of reassurance.

Xu Jiujiu, standing beside her, immediately shouted, "Get lost!" Then she struck, sending the two imperial physicians flying without the slightest hint of courtesy.

Perhaps it was not their fault that they could not cure the Old Emperor's chronic illness. But when the Old Emperor had gone into shock, the two physicians had merely stood there "helplessly," doing nothing. That was more than enough reason to suspect them.

Were these two imperial physicians truly out of options, or did someone want them to be out of options under these circumstances?

In this situation, it was better to believe the worst than dismiss it. Sending the two physicians flying first was naturally the