Stunning Ghost Doctor

Chapter 97's

The two Elders called out in shock and the faces of the four Team Leaders turned pale, their eyes shocked as they looked at the gray-robed old man who had attacked so suddenly.

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly as an evil aura emanated from his body, his voice disdainful and cold as it slowly walked out of his mouth.

“Who do you think you are? You dare to ask me?”

His evil gaze turned around, which shocked the two Elders beside him, causing them to subconsciously take two steps back.

[One palm!]

[One palm and that has killed their Family Head who is at the top of the Warrior Master class? Just one palm was necessary to not even give their Family Head a chance to stand at all but his life was snatched from him!?]

In the flames, under a pile of rubble, the century-old Family Head of the Xu Family suddenly and unexpectedly died a death so despicable..

Standing at his high point of view, Feng Jiu raised an eyebrow under his mask, as his eyes flickered with momentary confusion.

[Aren't the two men conspiring? But he attacked the Xu Family Head and killed him?]

[Killed with one palm strike.]

His gaze fell on the gray-robed old man, staring at the mystical energy gathered around the old man's palm that was visible to the naked eye.

[Grand Warrior!]

The strength of the gray-robed old man was above that of the Warrior Master, Great Warrior Master! It has to be that. To be able to defeat the Warrior Master at the peak with just a single palm strike, his strength naturally had to be of a higher level than that of the Head of the Xu Family.

[But, Great Warrior Master.]

The current Feng Jiu would have no problem dealing with someone who was at the level of the Xu Family Head. But to face a Grand Master Warrior, and his strength seems to be not only at the initial level of the mystical Grand Warrior Master class, he said, even two Feng Jiu estimated would still not be a match for such an opponent.

The gray-robed old man remained standing there and did not move from his place, his hands crossed each other, hidden behind his sleeves. His eyes shone with excitement and anticipation as he stared at the flamboyant and dazzling figure in red, his gaze felt so strange that it gave people goosebumps.

“Ya yes.”

No matter if it was the two Elders, or whether it was the four Team Leaders, even when they saw their Family Head killed by the old man, they did not dare to take revenge for their Family Head. Deep down in their hearts, they knew the strength of the opponent far exceeded their strength, and if they did not obey him, the next one to die would be them!

When he saw a few men surrounding him in an attack, Feng Jiu's eyes flickered for a bit, and he took out his dagger, flipping it over to hold it in reverse grip. He called out his Qi and jumped up, landing on a roof not far from it.

The men chased behind him meticulously, with no weapons in their hands, almost as if they were afraid of the old man and the men did not dare to use any sharp blades against him, but subconsciously it made it easier to kill them.

“There is no way out!”

One of the Elders shouted, extending a hand to grip Feng Jiu's shoulder, with mystic energy surging, and the oppressive aura of his Warrior Master pushed out in an attack at that moment. The elder thought of pinning down the opponent first, before proceeding with the capture, but suddenly, his hand was suddenly instead gripped, and rotated backwards. His opponent's ghostly movements, and the complicated movements of his hands, made it impossible to avoid falling into the hands of the enemy.

Before he could even try to retreat, the ice-cold dagger had been lightly pressed against his neck.

When the other kidnappers saw that, their hearts almost stopped, overwhelmed with shock and disbelief. They all knew the strength of the Third Elder well, but he was so easily resisted and clamped down? It even fell into the hands of the enemy where his life would be determined by his prey?

Don'tdon't.. Don't kill me..

The Third Elder was panicked, unable to believe that the scene he was visualizing had materialized in an instant, but the person being held back was him.

“Very late.”

Feng Jiu's voice was cold, as he pulled the dagger in his hand. A deep wound split across the neck, and blood spurted out.