Medicine Elder stood with one hand behind his back, stroking his beard with the other.
"They should be here soon."
Zhao Ritian abruptly rose to his feet. "Lu Chengwen, don't come over! There's—"
Medicine Elder's eyes widened. With a single palm strike, Zhao Ritian spat out blood and fell flat on his back, unable to speak.
A bead of sweat slid down Long Aotian's forehead.
This bastard has gone insane!
Who would have thought that beneath Medicine Elder's immortal bearing and the humble, open-minded, gentle image of a senior expert, he was actually far more ruthless than Nan Ji or Fishing Elder!
Before, he had always smiled gently. You would think this old man healed the sick and saved lives, possessed formidable martial arts, and was practically a living Bodhisattva, a true immortal among men.
But today, his face was full of fury, his gaze sharp as blades, and every move was vicious and ruthless.
Long Aotian suddenly realized that this bastard had merely been maintaining an image before. In reality, he was a cruel, black-hearted old hooligan.
What now?
And Long Aotian could clearly sense that this old bastard, Medicine Elder, had never intended to let anyone here leave alive.
He was already enraged beyond measure!
But he absolutely could not allow everything to remain muddled. He had to find out exactly how they had lost his pills!
Once he found out, he would probably silence everyone.
Feng Gong, bruised and swollen, hurried over. "Medicine Elder, what skill! Heh, this kid really is stubborn. He still won't confess even after getting beaten like that! Hmph, Medicine Elder, I didn't lie to you! The pills came from Lu Chengwen! To save his own life, he gave the pills to my brother, Zhai Wancheng, and then Zhai Wancheng gave them to