Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1024 - 1022: Furious Wrath, Death with a Wave of the Hand!

Three burly men hesitated for a moment, then became furious!

Imagine being scared by a mere Third Rank Saint Emperor, if word got out, they'd be disgraced beyond belief.

In terms of cultivation realm, they were, after all, Ninth Rank Saint Emperors, just one step away from Ancient Supreme!

Far above the likes of Third Rank Saint Emperors who are akin to ants!

And their status? They were followers of Master Mo Yunsheng. Who is Mo Yunsheng? A scion of the Xuan Clan, nephew to the Clan Leader!

What kind of trash is Lin Fan? Daring to oppose them!

"Ant! What are you glaring at?! Keep staring and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

"We are followers of Master Mo! Messing with us means messing with Master Mo!"

"When I tell you to scram, you better scram fast! Don't tarnish my eyes!"

"Crafting a tiger saddle? You're insane, what right does an ant have to bark orders? Get lost, quickly!"

However.

Lin Fan remained silent, standing quietly before them.

Yet, his aura grew increasingly terrifying, and the killing intent in his eyes intensified.

"What did you say?!"

Before Lin Fan could speak, Diwu Yun'er rushed forward, anxiously asking.

"Mo Yunsheng's wedding is today?! Wasn't it tomorrow?! How did it get moved forward?! Speak clearly!"

"And who the hell are you? Get lost!" The burly men didn't take the sudden appearance of the young girl seriously.

But a glance startled them.

A Dao Venerate at the Ninth Layer of the Unity Realm Stage!

Despite being under Mo Yunsheng's command, they were without their master at that moment. Even all three together might not stand a chance against a Dao Venerate at the Ninth Layer of Unity Realm Stage.

Suddenly, their hearts grew faint, their legs felt weak.

"Who, who are you?" The burly man forced himself to say, trembling.

"What exactly happened?!" Diwu Yun'er shouted in anger.

Unable to resist, the burly man had no choice but to explain truthfully.

It turned out that, under Mo Yunsheng's strong demand, the Xuan Clan Leader Mo Chen had no choice but to agree, moving the wedding one day earlier.

At this moment, over a million guests were present, waiting in the main hall for the wedding banquet to begin.

Diwu Yun'er looked at Lin Fan, worried, her expression growing serious. She hadn't anticipated Mo Yunsheng would move the wedding forward so despicably! Fortunately, they hurried back… Had they arrived tomorrow, it would have been too late!

"Lin Fan? How did this happen? What should we do now?"

Lin Fan's brows furrowed, his expression dark, remaining silent.

Mo Yunsheng was indeed despicable!

No one could have anticipated the opponent's cunning; now, there was only one thing to do.

Sabotage the wedding!

Despite a gap of eighty or ninety realms!

Despite a power difference like a chasm!

Even if defeated by Mo Yunsheng for the second time!

Even at the cost of annihilation, divine sense obliterated!

He must lead Su Qiong away from suffering.

This was the promise Lin Fan made.

It must be fulfilled!

Lin Fan snapped back to reality, taking action.

Striding onward!

The three burly men were left baffled, wondering why this man looked so unhappy upon hearing about his master's wedding. Where could he be going? Planning to cause trouble?!

The three exchanged glances, their mouths twitching, shouting loudly: "Ant! Where do you think you're going?!"

Lin Fan didn't even turn around.

As the voice fell, he raised his hand.

A streak of black and white lightning flashed before the three.

A tenth of a breath.

The three burly men seemed to hear a beast's roar.

But hadn't yet listened closely.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Three muffled sounds.

All three fell simultaneously!

Without even a chance to grunt!

Instantly silent.

Fast beyond belief!

Dead!

The Saddle Store owner was scared witless, fell sitting to the ground! Terrified as he looked at the three, bodies mutilated, disfigured, trembling all over!

He, too, heard it... a beast's roar!

This man... his mount really is a tiger?!

Diwu Yun'er frowned slightly, noting Lin Fan's brutal strike, realizing he's truly enraged!

This level of impulsiveness, surely trouble will arise!

She hurriedly chased after Lin Fan out the door.

"Lin Fan, Lin Fan, wait for me!"

Diwu Yun'er barely caught up with Lin Fan, breathless.

"Where are you going?"

"Crashing the wedding."

Lin Fan replied expressionlessly, calmly.

Diwu Yun'er was taken aback, not expecting Lin Fan to admit so bluntly.

"You're aware of Mo Yunsheng's power. The gap between you is not minor but rather eighty or ninety realms. Forcing your way in like this leaves you no chance of success."

"I know."

"Knowing that, you're still going to force your way? Have you a death wish?! Entering means certain death, never mind Mo Yunsheng, Mo Chen won't let you cause trouble." Diwu Yun'er was desperate to tears, choked with emotion.

"But I promised Su Qiong, I will surely take him away."

"Are you willing to risk your life for Su Qiong?! If... if it were me... I..."

"Any promise I make, I will keep! If you need me, I will do the same without hesitation."

Lin Fan gazed into Diwu Yun'er's eyes, sharp like a sword, seeming bottomless.

Though his tone extremely calm, Diwu Yun'er could still sense the restrained anger and suppressed control.

Beneath the calm, Lin Fan harbored a wild aura, burning anger.

Although she didn't understand the history between Lin Fan and Su Qiong, she could feel the bond and emotion between them, leaving her envious and jealous.

"Alright! I'll go with you." Diwu Yun'er bit her lower lip, eyes resolute.

Lin Fan neither refused nor agreed.

He turned and quickened his pace.

Su Qiong, wait for me!

...

In the main hall.

Buzzing with chatter, teeming with crowds!

Guests seated, an unprecedented event!

The main hall, capable of hosting over a million, far exceeded Mo Ningxiang's birthday banquet in scale!

The last time was in honor of Mo Ningxiang, mostly young attendees.

This time, however, the guests were influential figures, clearly invited by Mo Chen's reputation.

And certainly for Mo Yunsheng.

Mo Yunsheng was a leader among the young, already a half-step Lower Heavenly Venerate at a young age. After the wedding, elevating to Lower Heavenly Venerate is just a matter of time!

Becoming the new leader of the Xuan Clan was a certain future.

His wedding naturally drew congratulations, building connections for future discourse.

At this moment.

Mo Yunsheng was with Mo Chen and his father Mo Hai, welcoming guests, receiving blessings.

The scene was lively!

"Oh my, oh my, congratulations! Yunsheng, I've watched him grow up since he was young, can't believe time has passed and he's getting married today!"

"Indeed, I still recall when he was a brat, now all grown up, handsome and charming!"

Exchanging pleasantries, speaking formalities.

"Clan Leader, Yi Tianqiu has arrived." Someone approached Mo Chen, speaking softly.

Mo Chen quickly turned around to see Yi Tianqiu leading someone, walking gracefully towards them.

He froze, heart clenching, as if struck.

Breath became remarkably slow, pupils dilated, mind in chaos.

Beside Yi Tianqiu was none other than his long-unconscious for ten years, his dear wife—Jingniang.