Medical Sage Chapter 646 0634: White Wall Mountain, Wenn Tianxiong

Upon seeing Prince Schumacher inviting everyone into the conference hall, there was a brief hesitation before all eyes fell upon Chen Fei, waiting for him to take the lead. Only after he stepped forward did the others follow. There was no helping it; tis had changed. Our Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, had just displayed his Divine Might, forcing even Bishop Hales to bleed and beg for rcy. Naturally, his stature was now completely different.

The only one who could remain calm was probably that super existence—Holy Magister lsdom. He gave Chen Fei a deep look, then revealed a smile as he proceeded toward the conference hall at Prince Schumacher's invitation.

Seeing this, everyone else hurriedly followed suit.

Only Hales, his face covered in blood and twisted with a ferocious expression, watched Chen Fei's back as he entered the conference hall. His eyes were filled with intense, venomous resentnt. Finally, with a sharp turn, he departed without a word.

"Bishop Hales..." Beirut began, stretching out his hand, but the forr acted as if he hadn't heard, his steps not faltering in the slightest.

Seeing this, Beirut could only shake his head with a complex expression. A mont later, his figure flashed and he swiftly gave chase. Although Hales had suffered such a humiliating defeat today, his imnse dignity utterly trampled, the problem was that he was still the First Red Robed Bishop of the Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church. He was a genuine SS Ultimate Powerhouse, so even the Brad Family dared not treat him with the slightest negligence.

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"Your Excellency, please take your seat." Having returned to the dark-red palace, Prince Schumacher unhesitatingly invited Chen Fei to occupy one of the central seats at the eleven-person Round Table, which represented the highest authority and status.

He had no choice. He now understood the reason for the conflict between Chen Fei and Hales. If he didn't offer Chen Fei a seat now, wouldn't he just be asking for more trouble?

"Oh," Chen Fei nonchalantly nodded and chose a spot at the Round Table.

This was the second ti he had taken a seat here, yet now, not a single person dared to jeer. On the contrary, those who had previously mocked him, including Lorid from the Nordic Odin Shrine, felt as if they were sitting on pins and needles, their scalps tingling with dread. They didn't dare to speak, let alone sit down.

"Everyone, please take your seats. The matter of the Sealing Land is urgent. We don't have much more ti to delay here, right, Prince Schumacher?" Just then, Holy Magister lsdom suddenly spoke up, raising his eyelids slightly.

Clearly, his visit was solely for the great treasure within the seal—the extrely weakened Demon of the Holy Domain. He had little ti to waste on idle matters.

"Holy Magister lsdom is right. Everyone should quickly take their seats." Prince Schumacher nodded, but then suddenly added, "However, we cannot rush the matter within the seal just yet, because an important guest has yet to arrive."

"An important guest?" Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed. Holy Magister lsdom's brows furrowed as he looked toward Prince Schumacher and spoke slowly, "Prince Schumacher, you didn't inform about this beforehand?"

"My apologies, Holy Magister lsdom, but this concerns the future of the Brad Family. We cannot afford to be anything but serious and must ensure that absolutely nothing goes wrong," Prince Schumacher replied calmly, his expression unchanging, having clearly anticipated this reaction.

Holy Magister lsdom's face darkened slightly, clearly displeased. In the end, however, he offered no further rebuttal. His eyes swept over Prince Schumacher as he asked slowly, "Who is this person?"

TAP. TAP. TAP...

Witnessing this, Chen Fei narrowed his eyes and stretched out a hand, tapping a slow, steady rhythm on the tabletop. The soft sound seed to make everyone's heart clench uncomfortably, lodging itself in their throats.

For Prince Schumacher to make such a fuss and even refer to soone as an 'important guest'... it's obvious this is likely another existence at the SSS level or above. That makes three of them! What a grand display...

"Who is it?"

At the question, Prince Schumacher's expression grew sowhat strange as he looked at Holy Magister lsdom. After a mont of silence, he said slowly, "Holy Magister lsdom, my apologies for not consulting you in advance. As it happens, this person has a slight connection to you. However, I believe you might not be too keen on eting them."

"Oh?" Holy Magister lsdom's eyes narrowed as he sneered, "Is that so? Then I am even more curious. Just who is it that I, lsdom, do not wish to see?"

"Very well, Holy Magister lsdom. You asked for this..."

Staring at the Holy Magister, Prince Schumacher's face suddenly broke into an odd, cold smile. Then, he declared, "Wenn Tianxiong of White Wall Mountain!"

The mont he spoke, the atmosphere in the room instantly plumted to a freezing point. The air seed to grow searingly hot, yet a bone-deep chill spread through everyone's hearts.

This was because nearly everyone saw Holy Magister lsdom's face turn as black as the bottom of a pot. It was a ghastly sight.

"Wenn Tianxiong of White Wall Mountain?"

The crowd murmured this distinctly Eastern na, though most seed not to recognize it. Only Lorid of the Nordic Odin Shrine and Mardo, the number two leader of the Scorched Earth Sect, saw their expressions change drastically upon hearing it. They exchanged glances, the shock and horror in their eyes palpable.

Prince... Prince Schumacher, he actually invited *him*?

When one's power and status reached their level, the world beca 'much smaller'. Naturally, they had heard of this Chinese super-expert, a legendary figure even within the most elite circles of the Western Dark World.

The Wen Family of White Wall Mountain, and its strongest mber, Wenn Tianxiong—his na was indeed known to all in that top-tier circle. In the European Dark World, and indeed the entire West, he was one of the handful of super-beings who could stand on equal footing with SSS existences.

His rise to power was an unbelievable and awe-inspiring legend.

According to rumor, he was once a re soldier during the era of war. After the turbulent tis ended, he remained in a European country, purchased a mountain from the state, and nad it White Wall Mountain. From there, he gradually established the vast Wen Family, even managing to crush the nation's most powerful family and seize its position. After that, the Wen Family's developnt in the European Dark World beca unstoppably rapid.

There was an even more astonishing incident from years past. A faction that possessed an SSS-level expert took a disliking to the Wen Family and sought to destroy it. In the end, however, the old patriarch of the Wen Family, Wenn Tianxiong, went to their doorstep alone. Single-handedly, he annihilated the entire faction. Even their SSS-level expert was no exception, having been slain in battle.

Such an achievent was truly the stuff of legend... and terror. As for the history between Holy Magister lsdom and him...

"Schumacher, what is the aning of this?" Holy Magister lsdom shot to his feet, a cold light glinting in his eyes like a blade's edge. A flicker of killing intent flashed and vanished as he spoke in an icy tone.

"Holy Magister lsdom, I believe I ntioned this to you, did I not? The seal on the Demon of the Holy Domain was created by experts from the East. Here in the West, who other than Wenn Tianxiong could possibly understand it?" Faced with the Holy Magister's aggressive stance, Prince Schumacher didn't back down an inch.

Upon hearing Prince Schumacher's words, Holy Magister lsdom's expression shifted dramatically. His face was grim, but he could not refute the claim. He knew all too well that the Prince was correct. A large part of the reason Wenn Tianxiong was so feared was due to his mastery of the incredibly enigmatic 'Formation Dao'.

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside the conference hall. The doors rumbled as they were pushed open, and three people entered. One appeared to be a guide from the Bread Family, while the other two...

"HISS... It's really them! The exceptionally tall old man must be the patriarch of the Wen Family of White Wall Mountain, Wenn Tianxiong! And the one beside him... that seems to be his brother, Wenn Yongshou!"

At the sight of these two, a commotion swept through the hall. The vast majority of those present looked on with expressions of awe.

Clearly, they had not expected them to actually appear.

"Wenn Tianxiong..." Holy Magister lsdom's expression had turned utterly grim. He glared at the newcor, his eyes brimming with a chilling... and murderous intent.

"Hm?"

This cold voice imdiately drew the attention of Wenn Tianxiong and Wenn Yongshou. The latter first scanned the hall's occupants with an arrogant, dismissive air. When his gaze finally landed on Holy Magister lsdom, his expression froze for a second before he burst into raucous laughter. "Big brother, look! Who's this? Isn't this the sa defeated cur you hunted for more than ten days last ti? Hahahaha!"

A shocked uproar swept through the attendees, who found it difficult to believe Wenn Yongshou's audacity.

To say such a thing in front of so many people...

BOOM!

An unimaginable wave of heat erupted, so powerful it made everyone, even Chen Fei, feel montarily dizzy. He looked up to see Holy Magister lsdom's face, now an ashen, iron-like mask of fury. His eyes were locked onto Wenn Yongshou as he snarled, "Are you looking for death?"

The words caused Wenn Yongshou's expression to change dramatically.

Although he was Wenn Tianxiong's brother, Wenn Yongshou seed to 'only' have the cultivation level of an Extre Mid Innate Ancient Martial Artist, equivalent to an SS Ultimate. Faced with the terrifying aura unleashed by an enraged Holy Magister, he naturally could not withstand it.

But then, an exceptionally tall figure stepped in front of Wenn Yongshou, completely neutralizing the terrifying pressure that had erupted from the Holy Magister's rage. The imnse aura vanished without a trace. Then, the tall figure—the arrogant Wenn Yongshou's older brother, Wenn Tianxiong—fixed a pair of frigid eyes on Holy Magister lsdom and spoke in a bone-chilling tone, "lsdom, do you want to hunt you down one more ti?"

BOOM!

Instantly, a layer of frost seed to cover Holy Magister lsdom's face. His eyes blazed with a light as cold and sharp as a razor's edge. His fists were clenched so tightly that his aged body trembled violently.