The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 643 - Attacked Again_1

Chapter 643: Chapter 643: Attacked Again_1

Chapter 643 -643: Attacked Again_1

Old Yellow Six was standing by the side, and when he saw the miraculous effects of the Soul-Devouring Gu, he couldn’t help but be astonished.

“This… this thing is simply defying the heavens.”

Before the words had finished, a flame suddenly shot out from Greg’s palm, and with a whoosh, it engulfed the ancient book.

“Boss, what are you…”

Old Yellow Six was so anxious that he stamped his feet, reaching out to grab it, but Greg kicked him aside with a foot.

As he watched the ancient book quickly turn to ash, Old Yellow Six felt his heart shatter, and with a mourning expression, he said:

“Boss, this… this is like slaughtering a sacred object!”

Greg gave him a cold glance and said indifferently, “Save your breath, this thing should never have appeared in this world.”

He tossed Yan Wang’s storage bag to Old Yellow Six, saying, “You take this and use it.”

“Oh my, thank you, boss, thank you.”

Old Yellow Six immediately collected it with a beaming smile on his face.

Greg felt the storage bag was too flashy, and since it was from someone as disgusting as Yan Wang, it wouldn’t be suitable to give to the women at home.

Anyway, since he had already taken Old Yellow Six’s storage bag before, he might as well compensate him with this one.

“Throw Yan Wang’s body in there too.”

“Yes.”

Old Yellow Six picked up Yan Wang’s body and tossed it straight into the great hall.

Greg casually threw a fireball, and the great hall immediately erupted in raging flames.

“Let’s go, find a place to rest for the night, and head back tomorrow morning.”

“You got it.”

Old Yellow Six, while fiddling with the just-acquired storage bag, followed behind Greg.

Although the main purpose this time was to eliminate the Halls of Hell and bring back Old Yellow Six, not getting anything useful still irked Greg.

Too impoverished!

These Halls of Hell simply did not match the reputation that preceded them.

Unless, this Hall of Hell is not the Hall of Hell of legend!

That Hall of Hell which carried a thousand-year legacy, probably perished long ago, and the history of this Hall of Hell was in fact not that extensive.

If that was indeed the case, it would make sense.

All the production of the Hall of Hell, not only had to support Yan Wang’s own cultivation but also had to sustain a large number of Cultivators beneath him.

You see, cultivating a Cultivator is no small sum.

Even for someone as powerful as Greg, from the start of his cultivation journey to now, it had also cost billions, and this was because he was rather thrifty.

He had a Dual Cultivation Technique, which made him less dependent on resources, and since he himself was skilled in Alchemy, he could save a considerable sum of money.

The Hall of Hell was different; their longing for an Alchemist showed that none among them were skilled in Alchemy.

Last time, it was just his good luck that Flora Valley’s market had not completely closed down and the resources had not been transported away, which allowed him to stumble upon a bargain.

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Greg shook his head, thinking how in this age of dwindling law and Spiritual Energy, even resources were extremely scarce; reaching the Golden Core Realm was truly an exceptionally difficult task.

They were not far from the town ahead, so the two didn’t rush, leisurely walking through the snowy night.

Greg walked and contemplated his cultivation, while Old Yellow Six followed behind, playing with the storage bag he had just received.

The two had just reached the entrance of the town when Greg suddenly stopped, causing Old Yellow Six, who wasn’t paying attention, to bump straight into him.

“Ah, boss, what’s wrong?”

Greg didn’t speak, his expression grave as he looked towards the town.

Old Yellow Six followed his gaze and his pupils shrank.

At the entrance of the town, two SUVs were parked, and in front of the vehicles stood a few sturdy men; surprisingly, they were foreigners.

One of the foreigners spoke fluently, “Are you Barry Wolfe?”

“Correct!” Greg Jensen responded indifferently.

The man nodded and said with a smile, “I have come to kill you!”

Greg Jensen’s brows furrowed slightly, but he did not respond as he sensed something strange about the aura emanating from these people.

It seemed as if they possessed some mysterious energy, yet it was distinctly different from that of a Cultivator.

“Boss, let me test the waters with them first!”

Without waiting for Greg Jensen to reply, Aiden Clark charged out directly.

Although Aiden Clark didn’t know any spells, his formidable physical condition as a Cultivator made him much stronger than an average Grandmaster or someone just entering the path.

Especially in terms of speed, he was incomparable to ordinary people.

Foot stomping down, his body shot out like a cannonball, heading straight for the foreign man in the lead.

The man chuckled and, with a simple motion, flicked out two daggers, his body lightly swaying and vanishing from sight in an instant.

When he reappeared, he was already behind Aiden Clark.

“You think you’re worthy of being my opponent? You’re not there yet!”

The foreign man let out a cold laugh and, ignoring Aiden Clark behind him, charged towards Greg Jensen.

“Aiden Clark, don’t run!”

Aiden Clark wanted to gauge their strength for Greg Jensen, but he didn’t even manage to catch a glimpse of them, which infuriated him.

Just as he was about to give chase, the other foreign men surrounded him.

These men were incredibly quick, but not as much as the one before, roughly on par with Aiden Clark.

Outnumbered, Aiden Clark quickly became overwhelmed and harried, with only his sturdy Cultivator’s body barely keeping him standing.

On the other side, Greg Jensen watched the foreign man charging at him, his frown deepening.

Indeed, the man’s teleportation-like speed was surprising.

But while Aiden Clark failed to see the man’s moves, Greg Jensen observed them clearly.

The seeming teleportation was in fact just an illusion created by the man’s extreme speed.

Greg Jensen frowned not because of the speed but because the mysterious aura emanating from the man had intensified.

Moreover, within Greg Jensen’s line of sight, a faint, milky white halo of light had emerged around the foreign man.

“Die!”

The foreign man, wielding two daggers, thrust one straight towards Greg Jensen’s chest, while the other sliced towards his vulnerable neck.

As Greg Jensen appeared unresponsive, a smug smile flickered across the foreign man’s lips.

Clang!

The daggers struck Greg Jensen as expected but emitted a sound like metal striking metal.

The other dagger that swept across Greg Jensen’s neck not only failed to slice the skin but also sparked a flurry of sparks.

The foreign man’s smile froze on his face, and upon closer inspection, he was astonished. He saw that a layer of blood-colored carapace had somehow formed over Greg Jensen’s body.

His two stabs had failed to leave even a mark.

He felt a chill rise within him as he involuntarily took a step back, his look of fear and disbelief fixed on Greg Jensen.

Greg Jensen raised an eyebrow, having thought the man had something special. It turned out he was just a bit faster and stronger.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

Greg Jensen shook his head and said, “Well then, you can go die.”

A bright flash of blade light suddenly lit up, slashing diagonally across the man’s body.

The foreign man’s eyes narrowed sharply. With no time to think, he rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding the slash. Seizing an unguarded moment from Greg Jensen, he threw something onto him.

Without waiting for Greg Jensen to react, the foreign man took to his heels, shouting as he ran, “Only thirty seconds left, get out of here!”