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Chapter 265 - 266 The Fame of the Ghost Doctor

Chapter 265: Chapter 266 The Fame of the Ghost Doctor

"My God, a hand just reached out from the coffin!" Xu Yuanyuan exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hand.

"No good, could that be the Northern Desolate King..." Li Hu’s face turned ugly.

The Ghost Doctor snorted coldly, "Hmph, trouble really follows one after another!"

Bang!

From within the red iron coffin, a tall middle-aged man emerged. He was dressed in black armor, his face etched with ferocious lines, and his abdomen bore a terrifying wound that had gone right through his back. Ants and leeches crawled all over the wound; it was exceedingly gruesome.

Whoosh!

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, "Fresh air, truly delightful!"

Seeing this, the great elder of the Northern Desolate faction was ecstatic and knelt down, "Greetings, my lord!"

"Greetings, my lord!"

All members of the Northern Desolate faction fell to their knees one after another.

"Who, who is he?"

"So terrifying..." The warriors of the Death’s Dagger were utterly shocked at the sight of this powerful figure emerging from the coffin.

"He is the rumored Northern Desolate King!" Li Hu clenched his teeth, "Northern Desolate King, so you truly didn’t die, you’re still alive!"

"How could I die so easily?" The Northern Desolate King’s eyes, fierce and ruthless, stared straight at Li Hu. He sneered, "I recognize you, you’re called Li Hu. You followed the King of Northern Cool side by side more than a decade ago!"

"I will kill you!"

Li Hu, angered, charged at the Northern Desolate King like a tiger descending the mountain.

"Don’t, Li Hu, you’re no match for him!" the Ghost Doctor shouted, but it was already too late.

"Seeking death!" The Northern Desolate King looked disdainful and fiercely slapped his palm down.

"Spurt!"

Li Hu spat out blood. His body fell to the ground like a broken kite, his face as pale as paper.

"Uncle Li!" Ye Wudao hurriedly rushed to help Li Hu up.

"Cough, young master, the Northern Desolate King is too strong!" Li Hu coughed up blood, the wound on his abdomen turning black as the injury rapidly worsened.

"No good, Uncle Li, you’re injured!" Ye Wudao examined Li Hu’s wound with a grave expression, "This wound is severely poisoned. Without treatment within three days, Uncle Li, you will die from the poison spreading through your body!"

Hiss!

Everyone gasped in shock!

"Li Hu, I have a Detoxification Pill here for you. Take it first!" the Ghost Doctor flicked his fingers, shooting out a Detoxification Pill.

Li Hu swallowed the Detoxification Pill and indeed felt considerably better. He bowed and gratefully said, "Thank you, Senior Ghost Doctor!"

The scene shifted focus to the Northern Desolate King.

"Master, congratulations on your awakening. This is a young beauty I have respectfully procured for you!" The great elder of the Northern Desolate faction said obsequiously, pointing at Xu Mengmeng, "Bring her here!"

"Let me go!" Xu Mengmeng struggled.

The Northern Desolate King’s brutal eyes turned to Xu Mengmeng, and a lascivious smile immediately spread across his face, "Very good, exquisite. Great elder, what you’ve done has pleased me greatly!"

"Thank you for your praise, master. All I’ve done is what I should!" the great elder of the Northern Desolate faction said.

"Northern Desolate King, release her!" Ye Wudao commanded angrily.

"Who are you to demand a person from me?" The Northern Desolate King’s gaze fixed on Ye Wudao, then suddenly his eyes lingered on the Beiwang Blade in his hand, his pupils sharply contracting, "The Beiwang Blade, who are you?"

"Master, he is the son of the Northern King, Ye Wudao!" The great elder of the Northern Desolate faction whispered from the side.

"What? The son of the Northern King!" The Northern Desolate King flew into a rage, his fury reaching its peak, "For these past decades, I’ve been in slumber healing my wounds, and it’s all because of that damned Northern King!"

Saying so, the Northern Desolate King pointed at the ghastly sword wound in his abdomen that had pierced right through him and had yet to heal, "Look at this wound on my body; it’s courtesy of the Northern King!"

"My God, master, has your wound really not healed after all these years?" the great elder of the Northern Desolate faction asked in shock.

"Heh, healed? It’s been more than a decade with no improvement!" the Northern Desolate King said angrily.

"Your battle with the Northern King back then was too fierce!" the great elder of the Northern Desolate faction said.

"Hence, over these years, every moment, day and night, I have been longing to kill the Northern King to appease the hatred in my heart!" the Northern Desolate King said through clenched teeth.

"Heh, that’s because you’re weak!" Ye Wudao taunted.

"You, you mere child still reeking of mother’s milk, also dare to spout such big words?!" the King of the Northern Barrens burst into fury.

"But you no longer have a chance to take revenge on my father, for he has already died," Ye Wudao said indifferently.

Boom!

The Beiwang has died!

Hearing this news, the King of the Northern Barrens was struck as if by a thunderclap from a clear sky, losing control as he exclaimed, "No, no, how could the Beiwang possibly be dead? There’s no King-level powerhouse who is his match!"

Very soon, he burst into maniacal laughter, "Hahahaha, Beiwang, your death is such good news! With you gone, there’s no one in this world who can stop me anymore!"

"Congratulations to my Lord, felicitations to my Lord!" the great elder of the Northern Barrens faction quickly ingratiated himself.

The King of the Northern Barrens suddenly interrupted with a wave of his hand, "Heh, wait until I’ve killed the son of the Beiwang, then come to congratulate me!"

"With the Master’s strength, let alone this guy, even the Beiwang is no match!" the great elder of the Northern Barrens faction boasted.

"Of course, now that the Beiwang is dead, there’s no one in this world who can stand against me!" the King of the Northern Barrens smugly accepted the flattery as his due.

"Damn, what are you doing here, performing a slapstick comic dialogue? What nonsense are you spouting, saying no one is your match, have you no shame?" Gui Jianchou stepped forward and jeered directly.

"Old man, who the hell are you?" the King of the Northern Barrens asked displeased.

"I am your daddy! What the hell are you, hiding in a tomb and lying in a coffin for more than a decade? Wasn’t it because you were afraid the Beiwang would come looking for trouble?" Gui Jianchou taunted.

"You, you’re talking nonsense, I, the king, fought the Beiwang in a battle that lasted three hundred rounds, three days and nights. It was only after being worn out that I was defeated..." the King of the Northern Barrens retorted with a guilty conscience.

"Cut the crap! You fought the Beiwang for three days and nights, you, a low-level King-level trash? The Beiwang could have ended you with one casual strike of his blade. If you hadn’t run so fast, you’d probably be kicking the bucket by now, wouldn’t you?" Gui Jianchou mocked.

Whoosh!

Everyone’s face showed shock!

"So that’s the truth!"

"And here I thought this King of the Northern Barrens was so incredible!"

"Hilarious!" Many people started laughing.

"You, you shut your mouth!" the King of the Northern Barrens, his shortcomings exposed in public by Gui Jianchou, said furiously, "Old man, if you dare to spout such nonsense again, I’ll tear your damned crow’s mouth apart!"

"Oh my, are you getting angry? Are you?" Gui Jianchou taunted.

The King of the Northern Barrens was completely enraged, and suddenly, a King-level aura burst forth from his body!

Boom!

The aura of a King-level swept up, stirring the dust in the tomb, which trembled violently!

"How powerful!"

"Is this the aura of a King-level powerhouse? I’m finding it hard to breathe!" Everyone present wore a grave expression.

The King of the Northern Barrens declared condescendingly, "Old ragamuffin, state your name. I do not slay the nameless with my own hands!"

"I’ve never changed my name nor my seat, I am Gui Jianchou!" Gui Jianchou said lightly.

Boom!

Gui, Gui Jianchou!

Upon hearing these two words, the King of the Northern Barrens felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Instantly, he retracted his aura, and his attitude did a complete one-eighty, as he greeted with feigned enthusiasm, "Hey, Brother Gui Jianchou, what a rare guest! What wind has blown you our way?"

Everyone was instantly dumbfounded!

What the hell?

What’s happening!

"Master, Master, he’s our enemy!" the great elder of the Northern Barrens faction emphasized Gui Jianchou’s identity.

Bang!

The King of the Northern Barrens slapped the elder across the face, destroying what remained of his good half; "Shut up, do you even know who Gui Jianchou is? One of the four great Divine Doctors of the Dragon Country, half-man, half-ghost, he’s taken more lives than he’s saved in his lifetime! Forget about you King-level trash, not many King-level powerhouses dare to provoke him. Even those who could beat him would rather not trouble themselves, he’s a walking disaster that frightens any ghost!"

"Really, is Gui Jianchou that formidable?" Many from the Northern Barrens faction were curious.

"This guy likes digging up graves! There was once a powerful big shot in Dragon Country who offended Gui Jianchou. While he was out visiting a friend, Gui Jianchou dug up his ancestors’ graves going back eighteen generations. That big shot ended up in front of his ancestors’ graves, with tears but no way to cry..." the King of the Northern Barrens spoke, still visibly shaken.

Hiss!

All the powerhouses of the Northern Barrens faction sucked in a breath of cold air; damn, that’s savage!

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