Su Dao Xing was very interested in the Giant Tribe and chatted with Ju Shou for a couple of sentences.

  Seeing Su Qingyang's injuries, Su Daoming immediately rushed to Su Qingyang's side, slapped the Seven Holy Command Plate, took out a medical box, and randomly pulled out a surgical knife, a bottle of medicinal powder. While wielding the knife to cut off the rotten flesh on Su Qingyang's face, he used his spiritual power to guide the medicinal powder to apply it to Su Qingyang's wounds.

  It's amazing, simply too amazing!

  Su Qing's face, where the white bones were exposed, was rapidly healing with flesh and blood.

  "What a wonderful technique of reviving the skin and muscles! This is indeed the work of a divine hand." Tang Xiu couldn't help but praise Su Dao's incredible medical skills.

  Su Dao Xing heard the words and smiled faintly, saying: "The technique of regenerating skin and flesh is just a basic medical skill of the Saint's Hand. I learned medicine in the Imperial Medical Hall and was titled 'Young Saint's Hand' by the imperial court."

  "The Young Master!"

  The soldiers on the city wall were all shocked.

  They knew that since the Crown Prince's incident, a Saint fell in that event, and there was no longer a Saint who could suppress the Abyssal Realm. Su Daoming is the first Saint to suppress the Abyssal Realm in recent years.

  "We've seen the Holy Emperor!" The dying soldiers on the city wall weakly exclaimed.

  Su Dao Xing began using his medical skills to save people. As long as the soldier had a breath of life, he could use the medical skills passed down by the Demon Saint to revive that soldier.

  The soldiers witnessed Su Dao Xing's incredible medical skills and thought that Su Dao Xing was a saintly hand, simply the Medical Sage in the world.

  "Master Su is not the reincarnation of Bian Que, he cured a soldier who was about to die with just three needles. Even the most skilled doctors in the hospital cannot bring back someone on the brink of death, but Master Su did it."

  "Silence, Flattening Three Needles is the Medical Sage of Beizhe Imperial Dynasty. If the people in West Seventh City of Beizhe Imperial Dynasty hear about it, they will probably snatch Su Gongzi away."

  The soldier's gaze at Su Dao Xing had a hint of reverence.

  "That is General Ben's son." Su Qing said proudly, pointing at Su Dao Xing to the soldiers beside him.

  "Thank you, Mr. Su, for saving my life."

  "Thank you, Holy Hand, for alleviating my suffering!"

  "Flat Medical Sage is in the world, Su Gongzi, after I return to my hometown, I will set up a medical sage monument for you."

  "Sir Su, I have been suffering from a stubborn illness for some time now; I don't know if it can be cured."

  Su Dao Xing had just started treating the soldiers' injuries, and gradually, some soldiers wanted Su Dao Xing to treat their stubborn illnesses, such as impotence, premature ejaculation...

  Su Dao Xing Han's face turned cold as he spoke to the soldiers who wanted him to treat their stubborn illnesses: "The wounded soldiers are still enduring pain waiting for me to treat them, and you want me to treat your chronic illnesses? That's a bit excessive. Although I am a young saintly doctor, I can only treat external injuries. As for internal injuries, you should go to the medical hall for treatment in the future."

  Those soldiers left in shame.

  Su Dao Xing continued to treat the wounded for external injuries.

  By dusk, Su Dao woke up and treated those seriously injured dying soldiers one by one. Unfortunately, even with his medical skills being unparalleled, two of the seriously injured dying soldiers still succumbed to their injuries.

  Except for the soldiers who stayed on the city wall, all the other soldiers returned to the eastern part of the city to rest and recharge, preparing for the next big battle.

  General's Mansion!

  In the vast hall, Su Qing Shang sat upright in the general's chair. Beside him were Su Dao Xing and the two masters Tang Xiu Shi and Wang Xiu Shi. Following them, the cultivators, the practitioners, the sect masters, the martial kings, all the generals of Dong Yang City arrived at the General's Manor.

  The atmosphere is extremely heavy!

  Su Qing still looked at everyone who had arrived, each face covered with frost, and opened his mouth to say: "The great war is approaching. Based on past experience, the Bee Ape Army will launch a general attack within the next three days. Once the Bee Ape Army launches a general attack, there are only two outcomes for Dongyang City: one is that the Bee Ape Army breaks through Dongyang City, and the other is that we hold onto Dongyang City."

  "General Su, we cannot afford to lose the eastern city. We are willing to resist the fierce attack of the Apeman Legion with our lives." A soldier with a strong and unyielding will said firmly.

  Su Qing nodded and said: "The general knows that the soldiers are not afraid of death, they can pay the price of their lives for Dongyang City."

  "General Su, will the five Master-level Apemen Kings surrounding Dongyang City all participate in the war to attack Dongyang City?" a worried Master-level soldier asked.

  Tang Xiu said, "On the day of the final battle, all five Bee King-level masters will participate in the final battle. In Dongyang City, there are only two of us, Master Wang and I, holding down the fort. We went into battle with the intention of dying together with three Bee Kings. Unfortunately, there were five Bee Kings, and the two of us didn't have the power to take them all down at once."

  "I'm afraid I have to say something unpleasant. Dongyang City only has two masters, and they are no match for the five Bee Monkey Kings at all. Once the five Bee Monkey Kings kill the two masters of Dongyang City, they will start slaughtering us! This battle, Dongyang City is doomed to lose!" A soldier said pessimistically.

  Su Qing's expression turned serious, he glanced at the soldier and said resolutely: "If we don't have enough masters to fill the gap with the Beehive Army, our disciples will use their lives to make up for it; if we don't have enough grandmasters to fill the gap, our sect leaders will use their lives to make up for it; if we don't have enough generals to fill the gap, our martial king will use his life to make up for it. In short, in this decisive battle, each of us must be prepared to die and use our lives to fill the gap between us and the Beehive Army."

  "Fight to the death!" The soldiers were stirred up and roared.

  "Is human life like a blade of grass?" Su Dao Xing's low voice was heard by all the soldiers.

  "Speak up, Daowake, what's on your mind? What are you muttering about?" Su Qing Shang glanced at Su Daowake and said seriously.

  Su Dao woke up, stood up and bowed to the crowd of soldiers, saying: "I have a way to kill five Bee Monkey Kings with one move. However, I need two masters and at least nine disciples to listen to my orders."

  "Haha! This is the funniest joke I've heard all year. A grandmaster actually claims to kill five Bee Overlords, what a ridiculous statement."

  "The Monkey King is a being of the Wang Realm, but he's not some common cabbage that can be found anywhere. He can destroy a Sect Master with just one finger."

  Many soldiers felt that Su Daqiang's words were boastful and insincere.

  Even Master Tang and Master Wang slightly furrowed their brows, ignoring Su Dao Xing.

  "Nonsense!" Su Qing shouted at Su Dao Xing, "The Bee Monkey King isn't that easy to kill. If killing the Bee Monkey King was as simple as slaughtering a chicken or dog, the Abyssal Realm would have been pacified long ago."

  Su Dao Xing knew that he didn't show the ability to kill a cultivator, let alone would the cultivators and nine cultivators listen to him, even the small Wu Wang wouldn't listen to him.

  Su Dao Xing extracted a hint of Xiū Jūn's will from the sea of consciousness and injected it into his own soul body. In an instant, Xiū Jūn's will swept towards the great hall like a storm.

  Several martial kings in the hall fainted to the ground in one breath, and some sect masters struggled for two or three breaths before fainting to the ground.

  The cultivator was pressed down to the ground by Xiu Jun's will.

  The master is also under the oppressive will of Xiū Jūn.

  Only two cultivators can still resist the oppression of Xiū Jūn's will.