At Qian Cheng's command, the two "doctors" who had been waiting for a long time eagerly stepped forward.
Two gleaming "scalpels" emerged from their palms.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black—six soul rings slowly rose beneath their feet.
"These two are 'doctors' I recruited from other branch halls. I guarantee this surgery will be carried out to perfection!"
Qian Cheng nodded to the two "doctors."
The two "doctors" immediately understood and walked respectively toward Tang Xiao and Tang Zhen.
"Honored Sect Master Tang, my name is Deng Qi, an obscure country doctor!"
"Honored Skyhowl Douluo, my name is Franz, a physician who enjoys performing surgery!"
Deng Qi and Franz bowed to Tang Zhen and Tang Xiao at the same time, then said in unison, "Next, I will present you with a magnificent performance—Butcher's Dissection of an Ox!"
Deng Qi and Franz moved with uncanny synchronization.
Their first cuts both carved a square patch of skin from the forehead, leaving the bottom edge unsevered.
As a result, the skin flaps hung down, covering Tang Xiao and Tang Zhen's eyes!
Silver-white blade light flashed down!
Thin slices of beef, light as cicada wings, drifted down from the air.
Carried by the breeze, they danced past Qian Cheng.
"I once had a dish like this called Lanzhou Beef Noodles!"
"The beef slices there were said to be crystal clear. Some even claimed they could be used as mirrors!"
Qian Cheng raised two fingers and caught one of the fluttering beef slices.
A burst of flame suddenly rose between his pale, slender fingers.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.
The beef slice caught between his fingers was instantly cooked, releasing an enticing aroma of meat.
"This flavor isn't quite authentic!"
Qian Cheng shook his head and looked toward the shadows before the Papal Hall, making a strange