All the global powerhouses were unwilling for Lin Bei to die at the hands of the military strategist.
They all wanted to kill Lin Bei with their own hands, and then take his place as the number one powerhouse of the age.
The military strategist, having been attacked, bellowed in rage repeatedly, "Have you all gone mad, truly thinking you're so formidable? Let me tell you, killing the Dragon God is not as simple as you think. I order you to kill him immediately."
Lin Bei knelt down again and took Qing Tian's pulse, his expression growing increasingly grave.
Not daring to delay, his fingers moved deftly as silver needles entered into Qing Tian's major acupoints one after the other.
Qing Tian's condition couldn't bear any further delay; he must secure a quick resolution and then take Qing Tian away for the best treatment.
Otherwise, with the slightest mishap, Qing Tian would perish on the spot.
