Invincible Immortal Doctor
Chapter 138: Clash

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Clash

As Su Luo’s words fell, an elderly and a young man immediately appeared.

"Boy, do you know who we are?"

A trace of arrogant smile was on the young man’s face.

"I don’t know, and I don’t want to know!" Su Luo said, his hands in his pockets, his expression indifferent.

This answer was beyond the young man’s expectation, which made him stunned for a moment, but then he sneered, "We are from the Medicine God Temple. My name is Han Fei, a formal disciple of the Medicine God Temple after being accepted, and this is our Medicine God Temple’s alchemist, Master Liu Minghui!"

Medicine God Temple?

Su Luo’s brows slightly furrowed; he was not unfamiliar with the Medicine God Temple because he had heard the name from Wei Hongbo.

Wei Hongbo’s lifelong wish was to join the Medicine God Temple.

However, Su Luo felt indifferent towards the Medicine God Temple; after all, he could refine all kinds of elixirs on his own.

But he had not expected to encounter people from the Medicine God Temple at this moment.

"Well, knowing that we are from the Medicine God Temple, still not coming over to greet us?"

The young man named Han Fei, seeing that Su Luo seemed to be shocked, spoke somewhat haughtily.

Su Luo ignored him and instead looked at Liu Minghui, "Are all people from your Medicine God Temple this brain-dead?"

Upon hearing this, Han Fei’s face immediately turned cold.

Liu Minghui’s expression also turned ugly, but he restrained himself and said, "Young man, I see that you have talent and should have the makings of an alchemist. As long as you present that green small bottle with both hands, I can make an exception to accept you as my disciple and lead you into the Medicine God Temple!"

"Not interested!" Su Luo flatly refused.

"Young man, you might not understand the stature of the Medicine God Temple. Do you know how many people want to join and cannot achieve it?" Liu Minghui’s brow furrowed slightly.

"Kid, the Medicine God Temple is the leading authority in the medicinal world. Anyone who is able to be accepted as a disciple, once they enter the world, each of them is revered as a Divine Doctor..." Han Fei, thinking Su Luo did not comprehend the weight of the Medicine God Temple, said coldly.

However, before he could finish his words, Su Luo interrupted him, "I said, I’m not interested."

"I bid you farewell!" Su Luo gave Liu Minghui a fist salute, then attempted to leave.

But, a figure flashed, blocking the path of Su Luo and Zhou Ye, "Young man, if you are unwilling to join the Medicine God Temple, it’s fine, just hand over the green small bottle."

Su Luo snorted coldly, "What if I don’t?"

Liu Minghui stared coldly at Su Luo, "Being at odds with the Medicine God Temple won’t do you any good."

"I believe, with its illustrious reputation, the Medicine God Temple surely won’t brazenly oppress and attempt to seize my property," said Su Luo as he met his gaze.

His implication was clear; he would not hand over the Great Dao Treasure Vase, but at the same time, Liu Minghui probably did not represent the entire Medicine God Temple. At most, he had offended Liu Minghui and Han Fei alone, not the entire Temple.

"Interesting," Liu Minghui laughed, "But there hasn’t been anything I, Liu Minghui, have taken a fancy to and failed to get."

With that,

Liu Minghui made his move, reaching out to grab Su Luo.

Su Luo dodged in an instant.

"Boom!"

He unleashed the Lightning Fist, following the punch with his movement, emitting a thunderous sound, like electricity coiling around his fist, fast and fierce.

Liu Minghui’s expression changed slightly.

He had not expected Su Luo to burst out with such incredible power.

After all, in his mind, Su Luo might naturally have strong spiritual power, but he was ultimately just a master within the realm of Inner Strength that he could easily deal with.

The situation at hand, however, was beyond his expectations.

Liu Minghui then changed his move, throwing a punch of his own to meet Su Luo’s fist.

"Bang!"

In an instant, Su Luo was driven back seven or eight steps before he managed to stabilize his stance, but Liu Minghui, too, took three steps back.

This turned Liu Minghui’s face sour in a flash.

Although he was not adept at fighting, he was nevertheless a Martial Arts Grandmaster. Faced with a youngster who had, at best, the Seventh or Eighth Stage of Inner Strength, he actually suffered a slight disadvantage?

"You’re courting death."

Liu Minghui snorted coldly.

Then, he clashed with Su Luo once more. After several moves, Su Luo managed to seize an opportunity and punched Liu Minghui in the chest. However, Su Luo was also sent flying by the strike.

The power of a Martial Arts Grandmaster was not something that Su Luo could contend with at the moment.

This left Su Luo’s face pale as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

But Liu Minghui was not faring well either, as it was evident that his face had also turned pale, and his breath was somewhat disorderly.

"Don’t move!"

At that moment, Zhou Ye took the opportunity to suddenly draw a handgun from his waist, pointing it at Liu Minghui.

Liu Minghui said coldly, "Do you think that a handgun can threaten a Martial Arts Grandmaster?"

Su Luo, employing the Phantom Step, appeared instantly beside Zhou Ye, took the handgun from Zhou Ye’s hand, and said coldly, "What if the gun is in my hands?"

Liu Minghui fell silent instantly.

He was certain that Su Luo was not a Martial Arts Grandmaster, but Su Luo’s strength was beyond his imagination. Perhaps even a Ninth Stage of Inner Strength practitioner might not be his opponent.

With bare hands, he could overpower Su Luo.

But with a gun in Su Luo’s hands, if Su Luo managed to find an opportunity to shoot him during their confrontation, he really might not be able to dodge the bullet.

This made Liu Minghui immediately wary and he dared not act rashly.

"Kid, I originally planned to give you a chance to join the Medicine God Temple, but since you don’t appreciate it, don’t regret it later," Liu Minghui snorted coldly.

"Han Fei, let’s go."

He called Han Fei to leave.

Han Fei on the side was almost stunned. He hadn’t expected Su Luo to be able to spar with Liu Minghui and even more so, to now force Elder Liu to step back and consider leaving.

"Did I say you could leave?" Just as Han Fei was about to follow Liu Minghui and leave, Su Luo suddenly snorted coldly.

Liu Minghui narrowed his eyes slightly, "Young man, it’s wise to leave yourself a way out, you may want to see each other again in the future! Don’t think that just because you have a handgun, you’re invincible!"

Su Luo stared at him, and after a moment, suddenly said, "You all may go."

Su Luo put away the gun.

But at just the moment when Su Luo stowed the gun away, Liu Minghui suddenly launched a spiritual attack and employed a technique that allowed him to rush to Su Luo’s side with extreme speed, knocking the gun out of Su Luo’s hands.

And he grabbed hold of Su Luo.

"Kid, ever since I became a Divine Doctor, no one has dared to threaten me like this; you are the first. Even in death, you should be proud," Liu Minghui said coldly, ready to break Su Luo’s neck immediately.

After killing Su Luo, a search of his body would naturally yield the small green bottle.

However.

Not only was there no trace of fear on Su Luo’s face, but he was also wearing a cold smile that made Liu Minghui feel that something was not quite right.

That’s not right.

Why did his heart feel cold?

"Elder Liu...you...you..."

At that moment, Han Fei’s voice, filled with terror, also resounded.

Only then did Liu Minghui realize that his strength was ebbing away, and he could not gather his Inner Strength.

He looked down.

At some point, Su Luo’s hand had inexplicably produced a sword.

Not.

It wasn’t really a complete sword, more like an embryonic sword, not yet fully formed. But without him realizing it, it had already pierced his heart.

"Did you really think I would believe you would willingly leave?"

At the same time, Su Luo’s voice echoed in his ears.