Arrogant Healer God
Chapter 771: Is it Bad to be Alive?

Chapter 771: Chapter 771: Is it Bad to be Alive?

Time flies.

In a blink of an eye, a week had passed.

In this week, everyone’s cultivation has made breakthroughs.

Lily Tisdale and Bardon Bard stepped into the intermediate stage of Martial Saints, Prajna Bates stepped into the Grandmaster Great Perfection.

Nicholas Lester and Nash Macklin stepped into the Martial Saint Great Perfection, Benjamin West stepped into the Late Stage of Martial Saints.

As for Ivy Chaplin and the other seven sect leaders, they have also made breakthroughs.

However, after their cultivation broke through, Lily Tisdale and others intended to continue to try to break through, but they were unable to do so.

Therefore, everyone gradually woke up from their meditative states.

Only Lionel Yeager and Reginald Weston had remained motionless.

Nicholas Lester said with a smile, "Congratulations to everyone for their breakthroughs in their cultivation!"

Nash Macklin laughed and said, "The same to you!"

Everyone’s faces also showed smiles, obviously delighted.

Benjamin West sighed, "This time, thanks to Master Weston for finding such a cultivation treasure land. Also, thanks to Brother Yeager for setting up the Gathering Spirit Formation here and providing us with the Gathering Spirit Pills.

Otherwise, it would be very difficult for us to break through our cultivation."

Everyone also nodded their heads in agreement, feeling very grateful in their hearts.

"It’s strange, why are there still no movements from Brother Yeager and Master Weston so far?"

At this moment, Nash Macklin looked at Lionel Yeager and Reginald Weston, who were on the two central mountains, and asked with confusion.

Lionel Yeager and Reginald Weston were sitting quietly on top of the mountains.

Lionel Yeager’s body was flashing with dazzling golden light, surrounded by a Golden Dragon illusion.

Reginald Weston’s body was flashing with a black-gold light, covered by a Black Golden Bird Phantom.

However, for a whole week, both of them had been in meditation and there was no movement from them.

Nicholas Lester said, "The higher one’s cultivation, the harder it is to break through.

Therefore, Mr. Yeager and Master Weston will naturally take longer than us to break through.

However, once Mr. Yeager and Master Weston’s cultivation breaks through, their strength will greatly increase.

So let’s just wait patiently."

"Right, right!"

Bardon Bard nodded and said, "Brothers, we should not disturb Brother Yeager and Brother Sean, let’s find a place to spar and exchange martial arts skills, okay?"

Nash Macklin’s eyes lit up and said, "That’s a great idea. Sporting and exchanging martial arts skills among brothers can complement each other and make new progress and breakthroughs in martial arts!"

Nicholas Lester laughed, "What are we waiting for? Let’s go!"

"Let’s go!"

Everyone nodded in agreement and voiced their approval.

Then, Lily Tisdale and others left this area to spar and exchange martial arts in a distant place.

...

At the same time.

On the outskirts of Kyoto.

A secluded place with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

Here stands a three-story bamboo building.

Behind the bamboo building is a small river flowing slowly.

In front of it is a vegetable garden growing various fresh fruits and vegetables.

Now.

A slender and straight young man dressed in black was watering the vegetables in the garden with a bucket in one hand and a dipper in the other.

This young man was Boris Moore, the Pavilion Master of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion.

On ordinary days when there are no urgent tasks at the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, he would return here to read and cultivate, and to take care of his vegetable garden.

But at this moment.

A series of footsteps could be heard.

Boris Moore frowned and looked up to see a group of people approaching.

Soon, the group arrived at the edge of the vegetable garden.

The leader was a tall and burly man dressed in black armor, holding a black long sword, and wearing a black devil mask.

Behind him were four men wearing gray armor, holding gray long swords, and wearing gray devil masks.

And ten black-robed figures wearing blood-colored devil masks.

Boris Moore looked up at these people and asked indifferently, "You are from the Hell Demon Palace?"

He had encountered these black-robed figures during the rescue of Earl Cobb and Phoebe Levin on Misa Island, and had learned then that they were from the Hell Demon Palace.

What he hadn’t expected was for these people from the Hell Demon Palace to locate him here.

"Indeed!"

The black armored man resounded, and then proclaimed, "I am Demon Marshal Atis from the Hell Demon Palace, here to take your life on the orders of the Demon Emperor!"

"And you think you have the capacity to take my life?"

Boris Moore laughed and asked.

Atis arrogantly said, "Kid, I know you’re strong!

But, today you face me, the Demon Marshal, along with Four Demon Generals and Ten Demon Envoys!

You have no chance of surviving!"

"Demon Marshal, Demon Generals, Demon Envoys... Hmm, sounds impressive."

Boris Moore smiled faintly and put down the bucket and scooping ladle.

He wiped his hands and sighed, "Why would you choose to throw your lives away like this? Isn’t it good to be alive?"

"Kill him!"

Atis swung his long sword and bellowed the order!

At his command!

The Four Demon Generals and Ten Demon Envoys charged towards Boris Moore!

As they closed in!

The Four Demon Generals swung their gray long swords, calling forth their internal demonic energy, and furiously slashed at Boris Moore!

The Ten Demon Envoys each formed a black energy spear, simultaneously charging at Boris Moore!

In an instant!

The wind howled, sand and pebbles flew, energy surged - it was a scene of terrifying chaos!

However, in the face of the assault from the Four Demon Generals and Ten Demon Envoys!

Boris Moore just stood silently in his place. His left hand behind his back, his face serene, displaying no sign of panic!

Just at the instant their joint attack arrived!

Boris Moore lifted his right hand, a dazzling purple light radiated from his palm and he sent it slashing forward!

What seemed like a simple hand move, but exploded with a power as terrifying as a mountain torrent or a tidal wave!

Explosions echoed in the air as if a muffled thunder had exploded!

Sensing the power unleashed by Boris Moore’s palm!

Artis was shocked, his eyes widened, and he yelled!

"Be careful!"

Before his voice could die down!

Boom, boom, boom!

Explosions that shook the ground echoed through the mountain woods!

The very next second!

"Arghhhh..."

The Four Demon Generals and Ten Demon Envoys let out screams as they were blown away!

The four Demon Generals’ grey swords all shattered, their grey armor broke apart, and they spewed a large mouthful of blood!

As for the Ten Demon Envoys, they landed on the ground, blood pouring from their mouth non-stop, their bodies convulsing a few times before they died!

Seeing Boris Moore killing the Ten Demon Envoys with a single blow and severely wounding the Four Demon Generals!

Demon Marshal Atis was horrified, his eyes filled with fear and anger!

"Kid, you’re courting death!"

He roared and charged forward, attacking Boris Moore fiercely!

As he neared Boris Moore!

Atis leapt up, his hands tightly gripping his black long sword, he swung it heavily at Boris Moore!

"Demonic Flame Slash!"

Swish!

As the sword slashed out, black flames burned wildly, as though forming a giant black fiery sword, aiming to cleave Boris Moore’s head, intending to split him in two...