The Luckiest Dumb Doctor
Chapter 751 - Chapter 751 Chapter 751 Submit or Die_1

Chapter 751: Chapter 751: Submit or Die_1 Chapter 751: Chapter 751: Submit or Die_1 At this moment, silence!

In the vast expanse of Healington, deathly stillness descended.

Hundreds of people were as quiet as sparrows and swallows, staring blankly at the person on the ground.

Dwayne Law lay like a charred corpse, motionless; if not for the faint rising and falling of his chest, one might have thought he was dead.

The faith of the crowd had crumbled!

Healington’s reputation, cultivated over hundreds of years, was in that moment obliterated.

Violet Robbins and the other Healington experts felt a chill throughout their bodies, their legs involuntarily weakening.

They knew Barry Wolfe was very powerful, but they had not expected him to be this formidable.

Even a walker from an upper sect was no match for him, suffering serious injuries in just one exchange.

Where exactly did this man spring from, and why had they never heard his name before?

“Healington’s walker, Curtis Milton, accused me of snatching his elixir prescription in public, then later incited the elders…”

The clear voice, devoid of any emotion, echoed across the valley and entered everyone’s ears, laying bare the grievances between Greg Jensen and Healington for all to hear.

After speaking, Greg Jensen’s voice paused slightly, his icy gaze sweeping across all those present; anyone he laid eyes on unconsciously lowered their heads.

After a while, his gaze fell on Violet Robbins, who coldly said, “You from Healington even dared to send people after me.

What’s the point of keeping such a sect that can’t distinguish right from wrong?”

The final question was asked with a chill like frost, thick with killing intent that echoed in the valley.

The Healington, which was like spring all year round, now felt a chill, as if it had entered a winter of swirling snowflakes.

Thud!

Someone, not knowing who, was the first to kneel.

Following that, like wheat blown down by the wind, everyone in the valley knelt.

“Greetings, Master Barry!”

“Greetings, Master Barry…”

The martial experts were the first to greet Greg Jensen, while those laypeople still in a daze followed suit with their scattered cries.

After a moment, the cries grew unified, loud as a mountain tsunami, deafening!

The people of Healington unconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to meet Greg Jensen’s gaze any longer, their posture one of complete submission.

Violet Robbins sighed, her head down, “Master Barry, this… this is all a misunderstanding.

We only heard that you killed Healington’s walker and elder, unaware of such hidden circumstances.”

“Heh, you still justify yourself without distinction of right and wrong?” Greg Jensen said with a cold laugh.

Violet Robbins hastily said, “We dare not; the mistake was made by us in Healington, we are willing to accept punishment, I beg Master Barry for mercy.”

Greg Jensen said playfully, “So, you won’t seek revenge for this?”

“The cause started with us in Healington, what revenge is there to speak of?”

Violet Robbins’s voice was bitter, and after gritting his teeth, he said, “We must also thank Master Barry for eliminating harm on behalf of Healington.”

Teresa Cotes, focusing her full effort on healing her martial uncle, became furious at this scene, her face turning an ashen blue.

After settling Dwayne Law, she stood up, berating, “Violet Robbins, as a disciple of the Danxia Sect and the head of Healington, you show no resolve. What use does the Danxia Sect have for you?”

Violet Robbins’s face turned green. Knowing that it was impossible to win but still provoking a fight was seeking death, wasn’t it?

Teresa Cotes, still inexperienced and never having been part of the Jianghu, hadn’t thought that much.

All she knew was that Healington was her territory, her senior brother and martial uncle were severely injured here, and this vendetta must be avenged.

Otherwise, how could Danxia Sect continue to stand in Jianghu?

Teresa Cotes looked coldly at Greg Jensen, “You might as well take your own life, for when I make my move, you will hardly be able to keep a whole corpse.”

Greg Jensen laughed at this, “Then why don’t you try and see whether with your ability, you can actually kill me!”

“Seeking your own death!”

Teresa Cotes snorted coldly, her palm flipping, as a streak of silver light shot out, heading straight for Greg Jensen.

Flying Swords?

It’s no wonder as a disciple of a great Sect, truly rolling in wealth.

Both disciples had storage bags which was impressive enough, but this girl even had a Flying Sword, indicating there must be plenty of good things within the Hidden Gate.

Greg Jensen mused to himself, his body not remaining idle. As he saw the opponent’s Flying Sword approaching, he slightly shifted his stance and then reached out to grab the Sword.

Witnessing this scene, Teresa Cotes couldn’t help but be utterly astonished.

Her Flying Sword, named Violet, was said to be made from Nine Heavens Xuan Iron and had been passed down for thousands of years, serving as the treasure of the Danxia Sect.

Let alone the palm of a mere mortal, even a steel plate several inches thick could be easily pierced through.

Daring to grab a Flying Sword with bare hands?

Had this man gone mad?

The corner of Teresa Cotes’s mouth couldn’t help but reveal a sneer, but the next second, her smile froze on her face.

Clang!

The invincible Violet Sword, when it hit Greg Jensen’s palm, emitted a clear colliding sound.

It not only failed to pierce his palm but didn’t even leave a scratch, only a white mark that immediately began to violently tremble in Greg Jensen’s grip.

After a series of crisp clangs, which stirred up a shower of sparks, the Violet Sword finally calmed down.

Teresa Cotes felt a stabbing pain in her mind and then, with horror, discovered that she had lost connection with the Violet Sword.

“You… what have you done to my Violet Sword?”

“It’s called Violet Sword?”

Greg Jensen looked at the Flying Sword in his hand and said indifferently, “Nothing much, just a bit of Yin Sha energy.”

“Yin Sha energy?”

Teresa Cotes was stunned, and a hint of fear crept into her eyes as she looked at Greg Jensen.

Yin Sha energy was extremely malicious, capable of corroding True Qi and destroying the Formation on a Flying Sword. Even cultivators like them would avoid it at all costs.

This Barry Wolfe could actually wield Yin Sha energy?

Who on earth was he?

Could he be a disciple of the legendary demonic Sects?

Little did Greg Jensen know about Teresa Cotes’s wild imagination. He casually tossed the Violet Sword into his storage space and then lifted his gaze towards her.

“Die, or submit!”

Teresa Cotes said coldly, “Expecting me to submit to you? In your dreams!”

“Alright then, since you refuse to submit, I’ll start by killing your martial uncles, martial brothers, followed by these scum from Healington.

After all, I’m not particularly keen on forgiving them.”

Greg Jensen smirked playfully and then spoke ominously, “Right now, the lives of these people are in your hands. Do you want them to die, or do you want them to live?”

“You…”

Teresa Cotes finally knew fear.

She knew she was no match for Barry Wolfe; the lives of her senior brother and uncle aside, there were so many ordinary people in Healington.

If these people died because of her, her sins would be too great to bear.

“If… if I agree to follow you, can you promise not to kill anyone else?”

“Well… that will depend on your performance.”

Greg Jensen watched Teresa Cotes with an expressionless face, but he was actually overjoyed internally.

Kill the people of Healington?

What a waste that would be?

Seeing that the Rebirth of Spiritual Energy was already beginning, it was destined to become a world for cultivators. Greg Jensen had to accumulate strength as quickly as possible, nurturing many Cultivators who would be loyal to him.

And to nurture Cultivators, one can’t do without Elixirs.

Apart from Healington, where else could he find so many proficient in Alchemy?