Divine Doctor's Harem



The battle knife, sharp and piercing, went through Sheng Anhe's sole, impaling his foot and nailing it to the ground.

Blood spilled, staining the earth red.

"Ah!!!"

Caught off guard, Sheng Anhe's face twisted in pain, and he let out a scream, instinctively trying to retract his foot.

Thud!

However, before he could retract his foot, Zhou Xinghe descended from above and stepped on the battle knife.

The blade immediately sank into the ground, firmly pinning Sheng Anhe's foot in place.

"Ah!"

Intense pain caused Sheng Anhe to let out a heart-wrenching scream, his forehead drenched in sweat, his expression contorted in agony.

Although it seemed slow, in reality, from the moment the battle knife pierced Sheng Anhe's sole to Zhou Xinghe's appearance, it all happened in a flash.

Zhou Xinghe stood before Sheng Anhe, his gaze chilling like a knife. "Kid, you have quite the temper."

Ren Zhenguo was dumbfounded at the sight.

Old Two, Old Five, and the others were also in shock.

All the silver-armored soldiers were dumbfounded.

No one had expected such a turn of events!

Especially Ren Zhenguo and the others, they were utterly incredulous as they looked at Zhou Xinghe.

They had just let Wang Chao and Zhou Xinghe leave, not wanting them to be involved in their situation.

But never did they imagine that Wang Chao and Zhou Xinghe would still intervene.

They also never expected Zhou Xinghe's speed to be so fast that he appeared before Sheng Anhe like a ghost, faster than anyone could react.

This was undoubtedly a master!

Sheng Anhe gnashed his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, glaring at Zhou Xinghe in madness. "You bastard, who are you? Dare to meddle in my Sheng Anhe's affairs? You're seeking death, aren't you?"

Smack!

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhou Xinghe had already slapped him hard.

"You're the one seeking death!" Sheng Anhe became furious, enduring the pain in his foot and drew out a battle knife.

The dazzling blade emitted an intimidating cold light.

At the same time, a murderous aura erupted from him, engulfing the surroundings.

At this moment, he resembled an enraged lion, as if he wanted to tear Zhou Xinghe apart.

Smack!

Zhou Xinghe remained expressionless as he slapped Sheng Anhe again.

"You damn bastard, as a mere commoner, you dare to offend someone of higher status. I'll kill you!" Sheng Anhe roared in rage, swinging his battle knife fiercely toward Zhou Xinghe.

"Mr. Zhou, be careful!" Ren Zhenguo and Old Five exclaimed, their expressions changing frantically.

Although Sheng Anhe didn't possess much knowledge, he had grown up in a prestigious aristocratic family. He had enjoyed various resources since childhood, and even though he hadn't accomplished much on the extraterritorial battlefield, his own strength was formidable, reaching the level of a half-step war god.

A master of this level dealing with ordinary people would be complete slaughter.

Just as Ren Zhenguo and the others were holding their breath in anxiety, Zhou Xinghe had already extended two fingers and clamped Sheng Anhe's battle knife.

With immense strength, Sheng Anhe's fight knife couldn't advance even a bit.

"What, what is this?"

Sheng Anhe's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he witnessed this scene.

He had just attacked in a fit of rage, giving it his all, with the sole intention of killing Zhou Xinghe.

Yet now, his full-force strike was effortlessly blocked by Zhou Xinghe?

Moreover, he did it with just two fingers. How was this possible?

The silver-armored soldiers, Ren Zhenguo, and the others were all dumbfounded, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

Two fingers, clamping the battle knife wielded by a half-step war god with all his strength—this was beyond comprehension!

"You have a lot to learn about swordplay in my presence," Zhou Xinghe said, his gaze cold. He exerted force with his fingers, snatching the battle knife from Sheng Anhe's hand, and once again delivered a slap that left Sheng Anhe with a swollen and bloodied face, looking utterly miserable.

"This slap is for your arrogance and disrespect toward others!" Zhou Xinghe declared.

Wang Chao stood to the side, calmly stating, "And one more slap for your disregard for the law, seeking personal revenge."

"Right," Zhou Xinghe nodded, and he struck Sheng Anhe's other cheek with another forceful slap, causing Sheng Anhe to fall to the ground, blood streaming from his mouth, ears, and nose.

"Ah!"

Due to his impaled foot, the pain intensified when Sheng Anhe fell, causing him to scream in agony.

"And one more slap for humiliating a hero, a shame to Dragon Kingdom!" Wang Chao spoke coldly.

Zhou Xinghe obediently followed Wang Chao's words and delivered a powerful kick to Sheng Anhe's face, leaving him disfigured and covered in blood.

"To humiliate a hero is a crime that deserves death. Zhou Xinghe, sever his arm!" Wang Chao's voice was icy.

Without hesitation, Zhou Xinghe swiftly moved, and the battle knife that was embedded in the ground flew back into his hand.

"What, what is this?" Sheng Anhe's expression turned fearful, and he hastily yelled with a fierce look, "You damn bastard, let me tell you, I am the eldest young master of the Sheng Family, the future heir!"

"If you dare to cut off my arm, my, our Sheng Family will never let you off!"

"Coming from a prestigious family, yet lacking manners, respect, and any sense of propriety, you're truly heartless. You deserve to be executed!" Wang Chao spoke in a chilling tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xinghe struck with lightning speed, the blade flashing and disappearing.

Sheng Anhe's left arm was immediately severed at the shoulder, blood gushing forth.

"Ah, ah, ah!" It was agonizing! The pain from his severed arm made Sheng Anhe feel as if he were on the verge of death, and he screamed like a slaughtered pig.

"As someone from a prestigious family, you should constantly contribute to the country. Instead, you abuse your power and bully the weak. Cut off one of his fingers!" Wang Chao commanded.

As soon as Wang Chao spoke, the blade flickered once again, severing one of Sheng Anhe's fingers, causing blood to flow.

Sheng Anhe's expression twisted in pain. Due to excessive blood loss, his face turned deathly pale, and he let out continuous cries of agony.

With perfect coordination, Wang Chao and Zhou Xinghe worked together. Every time Wang Chao gave a command, Zhou Xinghe would punish Sheng Anhe accordingly.

Witnessing this scene, including Ren Zhenguo, everyone present had their jaws dropped, their eyes wide open in disbelief.

They looked at Sheng Anhe, who was lying on the ground, screaming and covered in blood, then turned to Wang Chao and Zhou Xinghe, feeling as if they're hallucinating. They're utterly incredulous.

The high and mighty Sheng Anhe had been trampled on by two individuals?

"As a general, you should wholeheartedly defend the country and contribute to the nation and the people. Yet, here you are engaged in infighting, specifically targeting the weak and vulnerable. It's clear to see that you're a coward," Wang Chao's gaze turned icy, and he spoke in a cold voice. "Slap!"

Without hesitation, Zhou Xinghe struck, shattering all of Sheng Anhe's teeth, leaving his mouth full of blood—a horrifying sight.