No words can express their shock.

A man whose meridians atrophied, his Qi sea was destroyed, and one leg was disabled, actually recovered after a year.

And not only has he recovered, but his cultivation has also improved.

How is this done?

Who healed it?!

Shen Jinglin stepped hard on Zhao Chunming's chest with one leg, as if he wanted to step out his internal organs: "Zhao Chunming, an ungrateful, wolf-hearted beast like you is not worthy of living in the world."

"Have you forgotten that when you were injured while training in the jungle, who took care of you day and night? It was Fang Jingya!"

"Have you forgotten that you used to be around Jingya every day, behaving obediently to please her, and swearing to God that if you married her, you would treat her well?"

Fang Jingya's eyes were filled with tears. She stared blankly at Shen Jinglin who was like a god. Tears could not help but fall from her eyes.

Zhao Chunming's whole body was shaking with pain, and tears were streaming down his face, "Brother Jing Lin, I was wrong, wuwuwu... Please spare me, please spare me! I was blinded by lard... Please Please spare my life!"

At this moment, a group of people suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

He jumped onto the stage with a bang.

These people all held gleaming weapons in their hands.

The powerful coercion and murderous intent revealed by each person made everyone watching below feel terrified.

Shen Jinglin raised his head and looked at these people: "Who are you?"

"Haha, Young Master Shen doesn't need to worry about who we are!"

The leader sneered, "Please, Mr. Shen, please come with us!"

As soon as Zhao Chunming saw those people, the expression of begging for mercy on his face suddenly changed, and he twisted his face and shouted: "Shen Jinglin, my godfather's people are here, why don't you let me go quickly... cough cough Ahem... So what if your cultivation level recovers? Can one person still deal with so many people?"

"Godfather?" Shen Jinglin frowned.

"Not bad...do you know who my godfather is?"

Zhao Chunming coughed several times in succession because of the pain, but his face was full of crazy resentment, "My godfather is Deng Hongfeng, the elder of Xuanyi Pavilion, and the disciple of the miracle doctor Qian Qing..."

"You and your sister, you have offended my godfather...cough cough cough...you are dead...ha...haha...ah!!"

Before he could finish laughing, he suddenly let out a short scream.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of blood burst out from Zhao Chunming's face.

In just a short moment, his tongue was cut off, his ears were cut off, and his eyes turned into two bloody holes.

Even the hands were cut off directly, and the fingers were still trembling on the side, showing a lifeless gray color.

"Useless trash!"

The leader sneered and took back his knife. His voice was full of disdain, "If you can't even handle a little thing, what's the use of you?"

Zhao Chunming originally thought that these people sent by Deng Hongfeng were here to save him.

But he would never have imagined that the people who would completely destroy him in the end would be his godfather's men, whom he tried every means to please.

From now on, he will live no better than a pig or a dog, but he will not be able to die or live.

This is retribution!

Everyone in the audience was shocked, and no one paid attention to him anymore.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Shen Jinglin.

"Young Master Shen, please!"

Shen Jinglin looked coldly at the people surrounding him.
Chapter completed!