Afterward, without waiting for Malcolm to make a move, two more slashes were launched.
These three slashes were as swift as lightning, enveloping Malcolm completely; he had nowhere to escape.
"Master, be careful!"
Just as the blade light was about to strike Malcolm, Jeremy suddenly rushed over, shielding Malcolm with his own body.
Pu!
After the three slashes, Jeremy had become nothing but fragments.
"Jeremy!"
Malcolm watched as his third disciple died before his eyes, his eyes splitting with rage as he bellowed,
"You deserve to die, for stealing the opportunity of my sect, you all deserve to die."
"Shut your damned mouth with that crap!"
Nelson the monk immediately retorted disdainfully, "Your sect set up a trap to extract the essence and blood of my eight junior nephews to refine Blood Spirit Pills. You call that an 'opportunity'?"
At this time, Luis and the others had also completely cleared the toxins from their bodies and rushed over, quickly surrounding Malcolm.
