Arrogant Healer God
Chapter 1364: Deep Hatred from the Sea of Blood!_1

Chapter 1364: Chapter 1364: Deep Hatred from the Sea of Blood!_1

Reginald Weston sighed deeply and said, "Meggie, stop crying. Facing a strong Earth Immortal-level adversary, with our current strength, we truly are powerless."

Just thinking about the combat that night left them all with lingering fears.

Nicholas Lester’s eyes hardened as he declared, "We must become stronger!

In the future, I, Mr. Henderson, will not allow anyone to hurt Mr. Yeager again!"

"We must become stronger!"

"We must take revenge!"

"We must kill those old bastards!"

Solomon Talbot and the others also roared in agreement.

"No, I simply can’t swallow this insult!"

Martin Jules, who had remained silent, suddenly sat up straight.

This action startled Reginald Weston and the others so much that they jumped in fright.

Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought a mummy had come back to life.

Reginald Weston quickly said, "Martin, your wounds haven’t fully healed yet. Can we talk about this while lying down?"

"Weston, I’m fine!"

Martin Jules lifted his plaster-cast arm, waved it, and then said angrily, "I am the son of the Supreme Gate Leader!

Yet, those old fellows from the Heaven-Spread Sect and Purple Sky Sect didn’t give any respect to the Supreme Gate and left me seriously injured. I must take revenge!

I will return to the Kun Lin Ruins, return to the Supreme Gate to appeal, and I will inform my father, my mother, my grandfather, our Supreme Elders about this matter!"

The more Martin Jules spoke, the more agitated he became, until he jumped off the bed and rushed out of the room without even bothering to put on his shoes.

"Martin!"

"Brother Moore!"

"Master Moore!"

Reginald Weston and the others were immediately startled and quickly rolled off their beds to chase after him.

"Master Moore, Master Weston, where are you going?"

"Come back, your wounds aren’t healed yet!"

Seeing Martin Jules, who was wrapped up like a mummy, and Reginald Weston and the others rushing out, the Wudang disciples also hurriedly followed.

A group of mummies was fleeing ahead, with a bunch of Wudang disciples chasing after them.

They passed through one grand hall after another, one corridor after another—the scene was chaotic yet comical.

The Wudang disciples wanted to laugh, but felt it was inappropriate to do so.

After all, the big war had just ended, and everyone had not yet recovered from their sorrow.

They chased all the way to the square in front of a grand hall, where Reginald Weston and the others finally caught up with Martin Jules.

Reginald Weston, out of breath, said, "Martin, I know you can’t accept this, and neither can we!

However, even if you want to go back to the Supreme Gate to lodge a complaint, shouldn’t you get your wounds healed before you go back?"

"Yeah, Brother Moore, you really should heal your wounds first!"

Solomon Talbot also added.

"Master Moore, everyone is right. It’s not too late to go back after your wounds have fully recovered!"

Neal Lee, whose own wounds had already healed considerably, also came over.

Lucy Franklin and the others nodded in agreement, all wishing for Martin Jules to recover from his injuries before leaving.

"No!"

Once again, Martin Jules raised his hand, irritated, and said, "I want my father, my mother, my grandfather, our Supreme Elders to see what those old bastards from the Heaven-Spread Sect and Purple Sky Sect have done to me!

If I heal my wounds before going back, just my words alone won’t be able to ignite their rage!

Therefore, it’s best for me to go back now. I want them to see me in this state!"

"..."

The group, including Reginald Weston, was collectively speechless.

This was especially true for those like Reginald Weston and Solomon Talbot, who were very close to Martin Jules. They had never seen Martin Jules this angry, almost childishly so.

In the past, Martin Jules had always been composed and steady, never like today.

It was clear that Martin Jules was truly enraged.

But everyone understood.

Martin Jules wanted to go back partly to vent his own anger but also to stick up for Lionel Yeager.

Neal Lee said helplessly, "Master Moore, since you are set on leaving, then I will not stop you."

Reginald Weston said, "Martin, shall I send someone to accompany you?"

"No need, I can go by myself!"

Martin Jules replied, then raised his plaster-cast arms and cupped his hands in salute, "Brothers, until we meet again!"

"Until we meet again!"

Reginald Weston and the others also raised their plaster-cast arms and returned the salute.

Although the situation was very serious, the Wudang disciples still couldn’t help wanting to laugh.

"Let’s go!" Boris Moore waved his hand and then turned to run towards a distant place.

"Brother Moore, slow down, don’t run!" Lucy Franklin called out from behind.

"I must hurry back... ah!" Boris Moore hadn’t finished speaking when he suddenly fell to the ground with a "thud."

"Martin!"

"Brother Moore!" Reginald Weston and others were startled and prepared to rush over.

But Boris Moore got back up and waved his hand, saying, "Everyone, I’m fine, falling and getting hurt is even better!"

After saying that, Boris Moore quickened his pace and ran down the mountain.

Everyone could only watch helplessly as a mummy ran down the mountain and then disappeared from view.

Reginald Weston retracted his gaze and said to Solomon Talbot, "Old Man Talbot, I’m still worried about Martin going back like this.

I’m afraid someone will catch him thinking he’s a lunatic.

You better call the Hidden Dragon Pavilion’s local branch members right away and have them go to pick up Martin."

"Okay!"

Solomon Talbot agreed and quickly picked up his mobile phone to make a call.

Meanwhile, Reginald Weston turned to Neal Lee and asked, "Sect Leader Lee, do you have any news from Brother Yeager now?"

Neal Lee shook his head, "We still have no news from Dragon Tiger Mountain, I guess the Old Heavenly Master is still treating Mr. Yeager."

"It’s been over ten days, hasn’t Brother Yeager healed yet?"

Reginald Weston’s expression grew even more solemn.

The expressions on everyone else’s faces were also very heavy.

Neal Lee consoled, "Everyone, don’t worry, Mr. Yeager has his own lucky stars, he will surely get better!"

"Right!"

Reginald Weston and the others nodded heavily, praying in their hearts for Lionel Yeager, hoping that he would recover quickly.

...

Meanwhile.

Dragon Tiger Mountain.

In a room of a Taoist temple on the Back Mountain.

The room contained five beds.

Lionel Yeager, Lily Tisdale, Bardon Bard, Prajna Bates and Larry Levin were all wrapped in gauze, lying in bed.

After more than ten days of treatment, Lily and the others had woken up and their wounds had improved significantly.

But Lionel Yeager was the only one who had not yet awakened.

"Damn that old scoundrel! Despicable Old Dog!

When I, Buddha, rise again, I will definitely attack Payton Immortal Island and chop down all you sons of bitches!" Bardon Bard lay in bed, cursing angrily.

Lily Tisdale frowned, "You’ve been cursing for three days since you woke up, can’t you quiet down a bit?"

"Quiet down, my foot!" Bardon Bard was furious, "Brothers, when have we ever been beaten to such a state before? Can you really swallow this humiliation?"

"Of course not!" Lily’s eyes flickered with cold light as she spoke harshly, "I dream of avenging those old scoundrels with my own hands!"

"It’s not just us, all the brothers who fought that night can’t swallow this. But unfortunately, with our current strength, we can’t possibly make it to Payton Immortal Island; going there would mean certain death! So, what we need to do is train harder and become even stronger! One day, Brother Yeager will surely lead us all to Payton Immortal Island, overrun the Heaven-Spread Sect and Purple Cloud Sect, and kill all those old scoundrels!" Larry Levin said through clenched teeth.

"Why hasn’t Big Brother woken up yet?" Prajna Bates looked at the unmoving Lionel Yeager beside her, her eyes reddening and tears rushing.

"Yeah, didn’t the Celestial Master say that Brother Yeager’s wounds have improved a lot? Why hasn’t he woken up yet?" Larry Levin was also very puzzled.

Bardon Bard turned his head to look at Lionel Yeager and roared, "Brother Yeager! Don’t fucking pretend to be dead, wake up now!

Will you let this deep-seated hatred go unavenged? We’re still counting on you to lead us into Payton Immortal Island!

If you don’t wake up soon, don’t blame me for not recognizing you as a brother!

Brother Yeager, I beg you, please wake up..." At this point, Bardon Bard’s eyes were also red, and tears streamed down...