"Boom."
Lu Qiulong and the Extremely Wicked Tiger separated from each other, each with two severely injured hands, unable to find a single intact one.
"Hm."
A deep grunt echoed from the mouth of the Extremely Wicked Tiger. Although it was injured, it still had the strength to fight. It stood in front of Lu Qiulong, like a protective parent, glaring fiercely at Chen Mobai, who was slowly approaching from the lake.
"Never mind then. Could the brothers from the Imperial Medical Academy come down to help attend to his injuries?"
Although Chen Mobai had shown restraint, he had after all cut off Lu Qiulong's two hands. If the nerves weren't reconnected quickly, it might take a long time to recover.
Seeing the state of the Extremely Wicked Tiger, which would definitely not let him approach, he had no choice but to shout at the platform of the Imperial Medical Academy.
However, the first ones to come down were from the Kunpeng Daoist Institute.
