A low-level martial arts plane under the Douluo God Realm—
On the vast, desolate plains, a great battle was underway. Thousands of martial artists were surrounding and intercepting a young man in black.
The young man in black stood tall and straight. Beyond that, his appearance was incomparably handsome, while his sharp sword-like eyes lent him an unparalleled air of majesty.
Yet this gallant hero, who should have been an unmatched young lord, was now fleeing in disgrace with a woman in white on his back.
"Lang Ya, put me down. If this continues, both of us will die here today," the woman in white said weakly.
The reason for her weakness was the vicious saber wound on her back, stretching from her right shoulder to her left abdomen.
Lang Ya suddenly stopped and looked ahead with a grave expression.
He had been caught in a pincer attack.
Lang Ya glanced behind him, then swept his gaze over the surroundings. People were continuously filling in the gaps from every direction. He had become a bird trapped in a cage.
Yet Lang Ya felt no fear in the face of such a desperate situation. Instead, he burst into laughter, set the woman in white down, pulled her into his arms, and drew his weapon.
Finally, Lang Ya declared with domineering righteousness, "You bunch of beasts! Little Medical Immortal has treated no fewer than tens of millions of people. If you want to hunt down someone from the demonic path like me, I have nothing to say about that. But dragging Little Medical Immortal into this—can you really live with yourselves?!"
The people closing in from all directions tacitly refrained from attacking. They merely trapped Lang Ya tightly within their encirclement.
After hearing Lang Ya's words, many martial artists standing in the