The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 641 - Devouring Yuan Gu_1

Chapter 641: Chapter 641 Devouring Yuan Gu_1

Chapter 641 -641 Devouring Yuan Gu_1

Boom!

The echo in the hall, which was already enhanced, became deafening when these individuals spoke, obviously using their True Qi.

Old Sixth Huang only felt his head go numb, his body swayed, and he was about to collapse to the ground.

Smack!

Greg Jensen slapped him firmly, sending a thread of mana into him that instantly revived Old Sixth Huang.

“Boss, I…”

“Be careful, there’s something strange about their voices.”

Greg Jensen warned him before raising his head to look at Yan Wang and said coldly, “You think you’re worthy of my submission?”

Before his words had faded, a fierce blade light suddenly lit up, cutting through the darkness and splitting the dim hall in half.

“Master, be careful!”

The black-robed men made a move to block the path of the blade light, attempting to use their bodies to take the strike for Yan Wang.

“Move!”

Yan Wang snorted coldly, sweeping the black-robed men aside with a wave of his hand, then pointed his fingers like a sword and stabbed towards the blade light.

Bang!

A mild collision sounded.

The powerful aura exploded instantly, rippling out in all directions.

Creak!

The hall, clearly not fortified by any array, groaned under the intense collision as if it couldn’t bear the strain.

Yan Wang narrowed his eyes, fury gleaming within them, “Dare to destroy my Yan Luo Hall, you’re courting death!”

He paused for a moment, then shot towards Greg Jensen like a cannonball, unleashing a palm strike.

Seeing this, Greg Jensen chuckled to himself, then swiftly floated out of the hall.

Yan Wang pursued him relentlessly, unleashing another palm strike.

The surging aura, like a torrential sea overturning rivers, scattered snowflakes far and wide.

Before it even landed, it blew a huge crater in the snow beneath Greg Jensen.

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Clang!

The Twilight Snow Knife was drawn once more, creating a curving arc of light before Greg Jensen, aimed precisely at Yan Wang’s palm.

Yan Wang’s move was spent, at the critical juncture between the exhaustion of old strength and the surge of new.

He squinted fiercely and managed to reverse his True Qi just in time, withdrawing his palm.

Still, the blade light grazed the edge of his hand.

Splash!

Blood spurted everywhere.

The slash had opened Yan Wang’s palm.

The wound was ghastly deep, revealing bone!

Hum!

Before Yan Wang could react, Greg Jensen stepped forward, turned, and with the momentum of his twist, brought down another strike.

Yan Wang’s heart sank, and he instinctively leaned back.

That move indeed saved him, but while his body dodged, the mask on his face did not.

Crack!

With a light snap, Yan Wang felt a chill on his face as the mask was cleaved in two.

An old, scar-ridden face was revealed before Greg Jensen.

The crisscrossing scars on that face trembled slightly with Yan Wang’s rage, seeming to come to life and evoke disgust.

Greg Jensen almost vomited at the sight and said speechlessly, “Brother, your look is truly sickening. Don’t you ever look in a mirror?”

Yan Wang’s expression was as cold as frost, “Kid, has anyone ever told you that your mouth is incredibly irritating?”

Greg Jensen laughed, “Nope, they all love my lips, never heard such a thing before.”

Yan Wang said coldly, “I had thoughts of recruiting you, but you’ve managed to anger me!”

“Heh, so what are you waiting for? Bring out your strongest move, or else… I won’t be polite.”

“You’re seeking death!”

Yan Wang finally erupted in fury. As the master of the Yan Luo Hall, how many years had it been since someone had dared to speak to him in such a way?

He raised a single palm, and a fierce wind suddenly rose, the whirling snow obscuring the moonlight, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a huge sword.

“Ha, come and try my sword!”

Yan Wang brought his palms together, fingers poised like a sword, and aimed at Greg Jensen, before fiercely thrusting forward.

At the same time, the huge sword in the sky, composed of countless snowflakes, spun its tip to point at Greg Jensen, and following Yan Wang’s motion, it plunged down fiercely.

Hum!

The storm stopped abruptly, and all the snowflakes hung in the air, as if time itself had frozen.

The only movement was that of the immense sword, which seemed to weigh a multitude of tons, inching down bit by bit.

Creak!

As the giant sword continued to descend, the snow on the ground was compressed into sinking.

For every inch the giant sword fell, the snow sank an inch.

Greg Jensen looked up, glanced at the giant sword, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curl up.

An attack of this level, he hadn’t even taken seriously.

As the giant sword was nearly upon him, a pinpoint of cold light suddenly flared, and with a whoosh, it stabbed straight towards the giant sword.

Thud!

The sword light entered the midst of the giant sword, sinking in as if into a quagmire, without stirring a single ripple.

In the blink of an eye, it vanished without a trace.

“Flying Swords? Are you at the late stage of Qi Refinement?”

Yan Wang was first startled, then seeing the giant sword unscathed, couldn’t help but reveal a disdainful smile.

But the next second, his smile froze on his face.

Boom!

After a loud noise, the giant sword abruptly exploded, transforming into myriads of snowflakes, flurrying down.

“You…”

Yan Wang was taken aback, no longer able to remain calm; he knew he had to fight desperately today, or his life was uncertain.

His expression darkened, and without turning his head, he shouted, “Yan Luo’s six envoys!”

“At your service!”

The figures in black robes immediately stood behind Yan Wang, their gazes coldly fixed on Greg Jensen as if they were about to devour him.

The next second, however, Yan Wang’s eyes turned red, and those in black robes suddenly stiffened, as if soulless, their looks turning vacant.

Then, streams of True Qi, indiscernible to the naked eye, surged out from them, entering Yan Wang through his orifices.

As the True Qi continued to flow in, Yan Wang’s aura climbed higher and higher.

Greg Jensen, having reached Foundation Establishment, was particularly sensitive to fluctuations in aura.

In his eyes, Yan Wang, who had just been at the mid-to-late stage of Qi Refinement, seemed almost close to Foundation Establishment now.

What kind of sorcery was this?

Greg Jensen’s eyebrows knitted slightly, considering whether he should interrupt, when those black-robed figures collapsed with a thump, all at once, to the ground.

Looking up, he saw that the figures in black robes had been drained into dry husks.

And at this moment, Yan Wang, his body swelled to three times its size, resembled an inflated balloon, with veins protruding on the surface of his skin, writhing like snakes beneath.

His hideous face, scars bulging red and fierce, was terrifying to behold, chilling one to the bone without the cold.

His dead fish eyes bulged outwards, the irises saturated with bloodshot lines.

“What the hell is this thing!”

Huang Lao Liu took a step back in fright, a look of fear evident in his eyes.

His voice trembling, he said, “Boss, shouldn’t we…withdraw?”

“Shut up!”

Greg Jensen huffed coldly, his face full of vigilance as he watched Yan Wang.

“Kid, you’ve forced me to use the Devouring Gu ahead of time; I can’t quench my hatred without killing you!”

Yan Wang glared fixedly at Greg Jensen, bellowed, “Die!”

Thud!

His foot, now several times larger, stomped down fiercely, with such force that even the ground shook with it.

The snow within a hundred meters radius was shaken so violently by the stomp that it flew into the air.

“Bring me my spear!”