Ultimate Village Doctor-Chapter 780 - 844 Face to Face with a Grandmaster

Chapter 780: Chapter 844: Face to Face with a Grandmaster Chapter 780: Chapter 844: Face to Face with a Grandmaster Chapter 844

The martial artists present, upon hearing the pleading cries of the one who knelt, suddenly turned pale.

Master Long?

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Everyone thought of one name!

A name that had recently caused a huge storm within the Hidden Sects.

It was common knowledge in the Hidden Sects that Long Xiaoshan had slain the Xichuan Grandmaster Tang Honghu on Tiandu Mountain, and even a three-year-old child among the Hidden Sect martial artists would know of Master Long.

Not to mention.

The ranking list had just been updated.

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Long Xiaoshan, with a meteoric rise, broke into the top ten of the ranking list.

Although he was only in the tenth place.

But just seeing that the nine ahead of Long Xiaoshan were all Earth-level Late Stage Great Grandmasters, one could understand how terrifying this tenth spot was.

The authority of the ranking list was beyond doubt.

Before the ranking list was released, many doubted Long Xiaoshan’s Grandmaster strength, suspecting that he had taken advantage of a situation to kill Tang Honghu.

Once the ranking list came out.

There was a tremendous shock in the Hidden Sects.

Although many questioned Long Xiaoshan’s entry into the top ten, and even some veteran Grandmasters spoke out.

No one doubted Long Xiaoshan’s Grandmaster strength anymore.

Even if he wasn’t strong enough for the top ten, the fact that Dragon Group rated him so highly meant that he was undoubtedly a supremely powerful figure.

But the martial artists present never imagined, that this time they were invited to confront none other than the awe-inspiring Master Long from the southwest.

The Life-taking Swordsman, Fan Butong, felt as if a stampede of ten thousand alpacas raced through his mind.

Master Long?

A Grandmaster, a Heavenly Being!

Damn it all!

He’d actually come with a bunch of people to besiege a Grandmaster!

Fan Butong, harboring a slim hope, forcibly maintained his composure and said, “Are you, are you really Master Long?”

Long Xiaoshan’s eyes lowered slightly as he replied indifferently, “What do you think?”

Thump!

Fan Butong fell to his knees directly.

Once Fan Butong knelt, thump, thump!

All the remaining martial artists fell to their knees, bowing their heads as if before a deity, trembling frantically in fear.

A Grandmaster is like a dragon!

In the heart of every Hidden Sect martial artist, that is a god!

If you are not a Grandmaster, before a Grandmaster you are just like ants, beings that can be killed effortlessly.

So once they knew that Long Xiaoshan was a Grandmaster, let alone striking, they didn’t even dare to flee; the only thought left in their hearts was to kneel for mercy, beseeching the Grandmaster’s forgiveness.

Seeing the martial artists kneeling on the ground.

Young Master Cui and the others were stunned.

What was happening?

Why did they suddenly all kneel?

They weren’t members of the Hidden Sects; they didn’t understand the horror of a Grandmaster.

Young Master Cui, seeing that the experts he had invited were actually kneeling before his enemy, became so enraged that he screamed, “Fan Butong, have you gone mad, actually kneeling before him?

Our Cui Family hired you to kill him, and you are so afraid of death that you do this, you son of a bitch, get up and kill him for me.”

A vicious killing intent flashed in Fan Butong’s eyes.

He, the Life-taking Swordsman, was not a servant of the Cui Family.

He was only heavily hired by them.

Even the Patriarch of the Cui Family had to address him politely and respectfully as Senior Fan; so for a pampered scion of the Cui Family to dare shout at him in such a manner, if it weren’t for the Grandmaster’s presence restraining him, he would have certainly killed Young Master Cui with a single sword strike.

But he did not make a move.

Long Xiaoshan, however, had grown impatient, and casually swept his hand through the air.

A transparent blade of light shot forth.

Pffft!

Young Master Cui was split in half from his forehead to his crotch, blood and viscera spilling all over the ground.

Ah!

The sons of influential families standing beside Young Master Cui completely lost their minds.

They scrambled about like cats whose tails had been stepped on.

Among these scions, Young Master Cui’s status was almost the highest, far above Zhou Xiaohai, yet in Long Xiaoshan’s eyes, he was no more than an ant, slain as soon as the word was given.

How could this not drive these scions to madness, to fear?

Only now did they truly realize that the status and identity they took pride in meant nothing in the face of death.

They were utterly terrified.

All they wanted was to quickly flee this place of trouble, to leave far behind, the thought of revenge cast aside.

Seeing someone pry the door open, they stumbled and crawled out.

Long Xiaoshan said indifferently, “Go and bring them back, don’t let a single one escape.

If one gets away, you’ll pay with your lives.”

His words were directed at the martial artists kneeling on the ground.

The martial artists shivered.

No longer caring whether they had been brought to help these influential scions, they sprang up from the ground and darted out the door, catching those who tried to flee and beating them as they dragged them back.

Though they were no match for Long Xiaoshan, they were genuine Inner Strength martial artists.

Ordinary people were like chicks before them.

Soon enough.

All those who had run out were captured by the martial artists and brought back in.

Those who resisted fiercely had their legs broken outright.

The martial artists also blocked the doorways and windows to prevent them from escaping again.

“Master Long,” Fan Butong approached Long Xiaoshan trembling with fear, and said respectfully, “We have recaptured everyone, not a single one got away.”

While they were out capturing people, the thought of fleeing flashed through Fan Butong’s mind.

But he immediately squashed the thought.

He knew that if he fled, he would likely have to live the rest of his life under the shadow of a Grandmaster’s pursuit.

So he would rather risk being killed than dare to run.

Long Xiaoshan looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile and said, “Good.”

That look sent chills down Fan Butong’s spine.

He even had the feeling that Long Xiaoshan had purposely done so, testing them, unaware that if he had truly entertained the thought of running away, he would not just have been hunted for the rest of his life, he wouldn’t even be able to leave the mountain.

For Long Xiaoshan had already closed up the Mountain Protection Array again; no one but him could leave.

The sons from Xichuan and the bosses from Hechuan were dragged back in.

Their faces were stricken with terror.

In the face of life and death, how many could remain indifferent?

Long Xiaoshan ordered the group of scions to be dragged to one side.

He then approached the bosses.

As Long Xiaoshan walked over, Zheng Zhongtian tried to maintain his composure and said, “Long Xiaoshan, do you truly intend to annihilate us?

Killing us would bring you no benefit, only endless trouble.

I can transfer all my shares of the Zhongtian Group to you, just spare me.”

Long Xiaoshan raised his hand, Pffft!

Zheng Zhongtian’s forehead now had a bloody hole, his mouth gaped open, and he fell to the ground with a look of horror still on his face.

Seeing Long Xiaoshan raise his hand and kill another,

the bosses could no longer stand and fell to their knees, writhing on the ground, begging for mercy ceaselessly.