Chapter 543: Chapter 543 Gathering Together_1
That night, countless people saw the stream of light across the night sky.
Some said it was a new type of fighter jet, some said it was aliens arriving, but no one would’ve thought that it was just a man, fulfilling his romantic endeavor.
“What’s that sound?”
The first to hear that long cry was old master Lin, who directly leapt out of the window and, following the sound, saw a blue streak of light flashing over his head in an instant.
“This is… the legendary…”
“Grandpa, what is that thing?”
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Theresa Locke, who also heard the sound, came running out, looking at the departing blue sword light, full of curiosity.
Old master Lin’s expression briefly stiffened, remembering Greg Jensen’s warning, and quickly shook his head, “It’s nothing, just a shooting star.”
Theresa Locke obviously didn’t believe him and wanted to ask more.
Old master Lin shook his head, “Hurry back to sleep, tomorrow is the final deadline, they will definitely come.”
Theresa Locke’s heart shivered, and she nodded gravely.
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Greg Jensen had circled around Mystic City entirely, before finally returning contentedly to the Locke family estate.
After returning to his room, he gently caressed the cold blade and smiled, “From now on, you’ll follow me. Together, we’ll ascend to the highest Immortal Realm to see what the immortals of today are like, how does that sound?”
As if in response to his words, the azure light on the Sword of Coagulated Frost flickered uncertainly.
Greg Jensen smiled silently.
He put away the Sword of Coagulated Frost and practiced the Guidance Technique for a while before washing up and going to bed.
The deadline given by the Poison Master was fast approaching, and tomorrow would be a pivotal moment for the Locke family, bound to be an intense battle.
The next morning, Greg Jensen still got up early, as usual, practicing a set of punches, then freshening up before going to eat breakfast in the dining room.
It wasn’t until he reached the villa’s living room that he found several elders sitting on the sofa, with all three members of the Locke family present.
Theresa and the others seemed to be absent, presumably arranged elsewhere by old master Lin.
Noah Locke’s face turned sour at the sight of Greg Jensen, and he huffed softly before turning his head away.
Seeing this, old master Lin quickly smiled, “Mr. Jensen is here, come sit down, I’d like to introduce you to a few friends.”
“Jensen, come sit here with me.”
Theresa Locke stood up and gave Greg Jensen a place to sit.
Greg Jensen sat down boldly and smiled, “Why are you all up so early?”
Noah Locke said indifferently, “I couldn’t sleep with worries on my mind, unlike Mr. Jensen who seems so at ease.”
Old master Lin’s face darkened, “Noah, how can you speak to Mr. Jensen like that? Won’t you apologize to Mr. Jensen?”
Greg Jensen waved his hand and spoke indifferently, “Forget it, the Locke family is in trouble, it’s normal for Mr. Locke to be anxious.”
Seeing that he wasn’t upset, old master Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled,
“Let me introduce you. This is Grandmaster Li, the Divine Doctor.
Grandmaster Li, this is Mr. Jensen, whose medical skill even the divine doctor admires,” old master Lin said.
Greg Jensen looked up to see a chubby old man with a shiny bald head and tiny eyes that disappeared when he smiled.
He nodded slightly as a form of greeting.
The plump Grandmaster Li didn’t seem to mind and said with a smile, “I’ve long heard from old master Locke, Mr. Jensen is young and promising; I didn’t expect you to be so youthful.”
“Grandmaster Li flatters me.”
Receiving such high praise, Greg Jensen couldn’t remain aloof and smiled while nodding in acknowledgment.
Old master Lin laughed heartily and then started to introduce the others.
Iron King Kong Wu Zhang, a towering figure, almost two meters tall, half a head taller than Greg Jensen.
His entire body was covered in bulging muscles, and his skin faintly gleamed with a bronze luster, clearly indicating he was an External Sect Master.
For some reason, when he looked at Greg Jensen, his gaze was filled with contempt.
Seeing this, Greg obviously didn’t give him a good face, not even nodding his head, but merely glanced at him briefly before moving on.
Iron Vajra’s expression grew increasingly ugly, his angry eyes seemed as if they could shoot fire, as though harboring some deep-seated grudge.
An ill-tempered brute?
Greg couldn’t help shaking his head, truly clueless as to how such a person could become a Grandmaster.
What he didn’t know was that, before his arrival, people had already discussed him.
Old Master Locke and Theresa Locke naturally praised him no end, but Ronald Locke’s words were quite dismissive.
Prejudiced from the start, coupled with Greg’s late arrival, the other few showed him no good expressions either.
Greg couldn’t bother to mingle with them, and after Old Master Locke finished the introductions, he stood up on his own and went to the dining room to start breakfast.
Among these people, except for the chubby abbot who was rather inscrutable, the others seemed quite ordinary to Greg.
Just Grandmasters, what’s so special about that?
Isn’t a Great Grandmaster still a Grandmaster?
Seeing Greg’s insolence, those left hanging, each and everyone fumed with anger, yet didn’t make a scene out of respect for the Locke family.
Seeing this, Old Master Locke quickly spoke up, “Let’s go and have something to eat first. We’ll need to ask for your assistance later.”
“Of course.”
“Old Master Locke, you’re too polite.”
As everyone arrived at the dining room, Greg had already devoured his breakfast in no time and, in the company of Theresa Locke, sat by the window in the tearoom, silently drinking tea.
Not long after, the chubby abbot and the others came in as well.
The group glanced at Greg by the window, snorted coldly, and went to sit down elsewhere, discussing how to deal with Mystic Capital Hall’s people.
These people only knew they had enemies coming to their door, clueless about what Mystic Capital Hall was. They spoke without restraint.
The Great Grandmaster, King of Divine Legs, said, “Just slaughter them directly, what’s there to fear?”
“Exactly, kill one if one comes, kill a pair if two come. In any case, they are the ones provoking trouble, and if anything happens, it won’t trace back to us.”
“If you ask me, not one should be spared. Any escapee is a potential threat.”
“Hmm, that’s the principle.”
Pfft!
Greg, who was sitting nearby, couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.
Iron Vajra was already a bit irate, and seeing Greg smirking, he spoke in a deep voice, “Kid, what are you laughing at?”
“I’m laughing at your big talk,” Greg replied with a chuckle.
Iron Vajra’s face darkened, and he was about to take action immediately.
The King of Divine Legs beside him grabbed him, frowning as he looked towards Greg with a light tone, “Does Mr. Xu have any ingenious strategies?”
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“Ingenious strategies?”
Greg let out a light laugh and said, “My ingenious strategy is to just go and slaughter them, leave none alive.”
Upon hearing this, the King of Divine Legs scoffed and said, “Isn’t that the same as what we said?”
Greg, still smiling, shook his head and replied, “You’ll see, when the time comes, that I am different from you all.”
Upon hearing this, the others smirked with disdain on their faces.
Only the chubby abbot sat in the corner, his smile gradually fading away.
Just then, a voice as resonant as a great bell suddenly exploded in everyone’s ears.
“Mystic Capital Hall, here to… pay… respect to the… sect!”