The Luckiest Dumb Doctor
Chapter 784 - Chapter 784 Chapter 784 Supreme Elder_1

Chapter 784: Chapter 784 Supreme Elder_1 Chapter 784: Chapter 784 Supreme Elder_1 Afterward, without waiting for Malcolm to make a move, two more slashes were launched.

These three slashes were as swift as lightning, enveloping Malcolm completely; he had nowhere to escape.

“Master, be careful!”

Just as the blade light was about to strike Malcolm, Jeremy suddenly rushed over, shielding Malcolm with his own body.

Pu!

After the three slashes, Jeremy had become nothing but fragments.

“Jeremy!”

Malcolm watched as his third disciple died before his eyes, his eyes splitting with rage as he bellowed,

“You deserve to die, for stealing the opportunity of my sect, you all deserve to die.”

“Shut your damned mouth with that crap!”

Nelson the monk immediately retorted disdainfully, “Your sect set up a trap to extract the essence and blood of my eight junior nephews to refine Blood Spirit Pills. You call that an ‘opportunity’?”

At this time, Luis and the others had also completely cleared the toxins from their bodies and rushed over, quickly surrounding Malcolm.

Cliff asked, “What about the people from our sect?”

Nelson sighed and said, “They’re all dead, not a single one left, all killed by your sect’s schemes.”

The Tranquil Nunnery’s Elder asked, “Reverend Nelson, have our disciples from Tranquil Nunnery also…”

Nelson brought his hands together and exclaimed in a prayer, “Amitabha, Elder, please accept my condolences.”

Cliff roared, “Malcolm, I’m going to kill you!”

The other sect elders, learning that their disciples had been killed by the schemes of Malcolm’s sect, were righteously indignant and wished they could flay Malcolm alive.

Among all the elders, only Luis remained calm.

His sect had sent a total of two disciples who not only remained unharmed but one had even become a Golden Core True Monarch.

Although Greg was only a fake disciple of his sect, at least in the eyes of others, his sect was already, in name and in fact, the foremost major sect.

After all, nearly all other sects had suffered losses to different extents, while his sect had not only suffered no losses but had also gained an additional Golden Core True Monarch.

With such a development, the rise of his sect was only natural.

Yet even so, Luis was still infuriated. Someone dared to poison him and made him lie on the ground.

What’s more outrageous was that someone had dared to target his disciple.

Luis knew very well that if it weren’t for Greg, Teresa probably wouldn’t have been able to get out this time.

Teresa couldn’t help but remind him, “Master, be careful, a cornered beast will still fight!”

“Fear not, watch as your master avenges you!”

Luis unsheathed the Taibai Sword with a clang and, pointing it at Malcolm, cursed, “Malcolm, come out and face your death!”

“Thinking of killing me? Are you even worthy?”

Malcolm, facing the encirclement of the crowd, retorted with feigned ease and then, seizing a moment of their relaxation, quickly broke through the siege and fled toward the distance.

“Quick, catch him!”

“No need!”

Nelson was taken aback and turned to look, only to see that the speaker was Greg.

Greg floated in the air, his fingers pointing like a sword, and aimed a gentle jab at the fleeing figure of Malcolm.

The next second, something unbelievable happened.

Dozens of Sword Qi suddenly appeared out of nowhere and then, from all directions, simultaneously struck Malcolm who was trying to escape.

Witnessing this scene, everyone felt their scalp tingle.

Is this the might of a Golden Core?

Or could it be that it’s a move unique to Bowen Griffin?

All around, there was Sword Qi, even up, down, left, and right, how could anyone dodge it?

Everyone felt a chill run through them at the thought, let alone Malcolm Gill.

At this moment, he genuinely panicked!

The sharpness and the overwhelming murderous intent contained within those dozen or so strands of Sword Qi made him feel an alarm rise in his heart.

Before the Sword Qi could strike, he bellowed, “I call upon the ancestor to come out of seclusion and open his eyes for the sake of our Sect!”

After speaking, he could no longer worry about the result and immediately crouched down, performing a roll as if he was a donkey.

As the name suggests, the roll is just like a donkey rolling on the ground, trying to dodge the enemy’s attack.

Even the lowest-ranked Martial Artist would be reluctant to use such a move because it was too undignified, but the effect was very good at avoiding most damage.

In this critical moment, Malcolm Gill couldn’t care less about dignity; he threw himself on the ground and rolled forward.

Whoosh–

The Sword Qi crisscrossed, but Malcolm Gill managed to avoid several strands; while he couldn’t escape them all, some just grazed past his body.

Sputter!

Blood sprayed wildly!

Luckily, it was only superficial damage, and Malcolm Gill, enduring the pain, continued to sprint forward, still shouting, “The Sect is in peril, I implore the ancestor to leave seclusion and open his eyes for the Sect!”

“I don’t think your ancestor will come out now!”

Greg Jensen snorted coldly and pointed again, this time sending forth Sword Qi many times denser than before, nearly forming a sphere that completely enveloped Malcolm Gill.

Malcolm Gill was thoroughly in despair.

He had planned to trick others, turn them into Blood Spirit Pills, and help Aaron Gill advance to the Golden Core.

In the end, not only did Bowen Griffin take the benefits, but he also dragged himself and his Sect into the mess.

Malcold Gill felt as if his heart had died, standing there, completely giving up on resistance.

At that moment, an elderly voice suddenly rang out: “Who is so bold as to dare kill the people of our Sect on our territory?”

When the first word was spoken, the voice was still several miles away, but by the time the last word fell, a white-robed elder had appeared before everyone.

The elder had a tall and healthy physique with an air of immortality, yet his eyes were tinged with a faint sense of impending doom, clearly at the edge of his lifespan.

Moreover, the supreme pressure emanating from the elder caused people to step back warily, all stopping in their tracks, vigilantly watching the elder.

“Is he… the Supreme Elder of the Sect?”

“So the rumors were true, the Sect really does have a living Golden Core elder, but his aura seems somewhat weak.”

“Even if he is somewhat weak, he’s not someone Bowen Griffin can compare with.”

“This Supreme Elder has been steeped in the Golden Core Realm for who knows how many years, while Bowen Griffin has just reached the Golden Core, what has he to compete with him?”

The crowd was silently shocked, worrying for Greg Jensen.

Only Malcolm Gill, upon seeing the elder, lit up with hope as if he had seen his own father and fell to his knees with a trembling voice, “Disciple Malcolm Gill, greets the great-uncle master, please save my life.”

The elder, seeing the dense Sword Qi, couldn’t help but furrow his brows and said indifferently, “Whose Sword Qi is this, withdraw it immediately!”

Greg Jensen looked at the elder coldly and said sternly, “The person I want to kill can’t be saved by an Immortal, what are you to dare give commands here?”

The elder’s expression darkened, and turning his head to Greg Jensen, he saw that the speaker was a young man and flew into a rage, saying coldly, “Who are you to disrespect me?”

Greg Jensen couldn’t be bothered with further words and, with a flick of his finger, the Sword Qi trembled lightly and stabbed down towards Malcolm Gill.

Malcolm Gill was terrified, his protective Qi surging as he cried out desperately, “Ancestor, save me!”