Yu Cang had shown no mercy in his attack. Mr. Yucang was struck so hard that his head buzzed, his ears ringing.
The Dawn Moon Pavilion members were anxious and furious, yet they did not dare act rashly. Their Pavilion Master's life was in the enemy's hands.
Dugu Jing held her sword rigidly across Wu Xin's neck, its edge already cutting skin and drawing blood. She rasped, "You old bastard, make one more move and I'll slaughter your disciple!"
Only then did the Ghost Doctor turn back. "Boy, if you're willing to trade your master's life for my disciple's, I have no objection. But touch even one hair on his head again, and I'll chop off one of your master's fingers."
He turned back and swung his hand. Slap! Another blow landed across Mr. Yucang's face. "Giving you a little color? Who do you think you're giving color to?"
Slap! A backhand followed. "You want an explanation? What explanation do you want? Are you satisfied with this explanation?"
Only after several more slaps did the Ghost Doctor finally stop.
The sight made countless people secretly click their tongues. Everyone said the Ghost Doctor was not to be provoked; seeing him today, they realized the rumors were true. He truly was not someone to provoke.
The Sect Masters of the three great sects exchanged looks.
It was not that they feared the Ghost Doctor. Rather, he dared to humiliate Mr. Yucang so openly, leaving them wondering where he had found such confidence. Was the Dawn Moon Pavilion really so easy to provoke?
Thus, they felt a measure of wariness.
Seeing their master humiliated so publicly, blood streaming endlessly from his nose and mouth, Dugu Jing and the others' eyes nearly split with rage. They desperately wanted to repay Wu Xin blow