Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1043 - 1041: Night Raid! Hanging by a Thread!
Composed!
Lin Fan's face displayed nothing but composure!
He did not disturb Su Qiong.
The latter was still fast asleep, unaware of having already left the room.
Living room.
Strangely quiet.
The air was suffused with a suffocating killing intent.
However, Lin Fan's expression remained impassive, frighteningly calm.
The buzzing sounds heard inside the house had vanished completely.
In his ears, only silence remained.
These fellows, they dared not make a move inside, only daring to lure him out.
Inside, with limited space, the advantage of distinction in cultivation realm vanished, leaving it more to chance.
Outside, things were utterly different.
"Hmph, rats."
Lin Fan suddenly let out a cold laugh.
He knew that the people inside had withdrawn, and outside, they were already encircling him tightly.
Moreover, their numbers were likely substantial.
He pushed open the door.
Without a trace of hesitation.
Lin Fan stepped into the night fearlessly.
The night was exceptionally thick, as if splattered with ink.
Pale moonlight poured down like a cold, bone-chilling spring, causing a slight chill.
Scattered stars contrasted against the night, bringing a unique bleakness.
Despite the stars, the sense of loneliness intensified.
Before his eyes, armored soldiers like stars in the sky—innumerable.
The moonlight fell upon the armor, reflecting a dazzling brightness.
A vast, oppressive mass.
Wherever he looked, murder mysteries were rampant.
The evening wind blew by, delivering not only chill but a gust of killing aura.
The leader, Mo Yunsheng.
Fierce and wrathful, glaring furiously.
On his left and right were Mo Hai and Feng Qingshui.
"He's here."
Lin Fan wasn't surprised.
With eyes half-closed and lips curling into a mocking smile.
Mo Hai was taken aback, his eyes suddenly blazing with anger.
"You brat! Don't act pretentious! Soon, you'll have no resting place!"
Such an insignificant Third Rank Saint Emperor ant—how dare he speak to them like this?!
"Meeting us means you're already a dying man! If you kneel on the ground and call me grandfather, I might let Yunsheng finish you off neatly, reducing your suffering!"
"Otherwise! Hehe! Don't blame us for being bloody and brutal!"
Mo Hai chuckled hideously, as if he had already taken Lin Fan firmly.
Yet soon after his words, he felt something strange.
Lin Fan's aura had changed!
Not merely a Third Rank Saint Emperor... but... a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor!
In a single night, leaping across five minor realms?!
How could it be!
He thought he was seeing things, and quickly rubbed his eyes.
"Sheng'er... Am I seeing this wrong?" Mo Hai stammered.
Mo Yunsheng remained silent.
Yet the terrifying aura began to unfold around him.
The void around him suddenly condensed.
The air flowed slowly.
"No mistake, Lin Fan has advanced to a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, half-step Ancient Supreme."
Feng Qingshui spoke slowly.
Though shocked, he had realized the reason.
Only Mo Hai remained clueless, unable to figure it out.
"How, how could it be? Fake, right? In just half a day, advancing five realms? He was just an ant, a nobody! How..."
Mo Hai mumbled, suddenly recalling something, jaws gaping, dumbfounded.
"Could, could it be... Su Qiong?"
"Yes," Feng Qingshui answered calmly, yet his gaze shifted to Mo Yunsheng.
For Mo Yunsheng, this was not merely an insult, but rather a form of oppression!
It was a blatant provocation!
A silent declaration of war!
The aura around Mo Yunsheng intensified ferociously!
With burning fury, it spread throughout his body.
Feng Qingshui sneered, crossing his arms, taking a step back.
Spectating the tiger fight from the mountain.
This situation suited his desires.
Mo Yunsheng, incited, poured all his power, intent on killing Lin Fan.
Without needing to act, he could avenge his son.
Why not?
If he acted, he'd be swept into the whirlpool, and should Clan Leader Mo Chen lay blame, his life would be forfeit.
Observing without lifting a finger is the best choice.
"Lin Fan."
Mo Yunsheng roared.
Like rolling thunder, like waves surging, like mountains cracking, like earthquakes shaking.
"Mo Yunsheng, you really are shameless." Lin Fan sneered. "Su Qiong clearly doesn't like you and doesn't want to marry you. Yet, you charge ahead like a slavish dog. And not just that, you want to replace others. How can a dog turn into a person?"
"Lin Fan, don't boast arrogantly! Although you've advanced in realm, the gap between you and Sheng'er is still as vast as ten thousand miles! Our Sheng'er could easily crush you like an ant with just one little finger!" Mo Hai retorted furiously, stomping his feet.
Lin Fan waved his hand, showing an impatient expression.
"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense, just get to it directly."
Mo Hai didn't expect that Lin Fan was not afraid but instead appeared nonchalant and sarcastic.
He didn't seem to regard Mo Yunsheng and himself at all!
"Wa ya ya ya! You wretched thing, I'll tear you to pieces today!"
Mo Hai shouted and rushed forward.
He really hadn't learned from before when he was beaten up by Lin Fan, the Third Rank Saint Emperor, and now he wanted to contend with Lin Fan, the Ninth Rank Saint Emperor.
He was truly overestimating himself!
Just as he charged, an ominous shadow flashed past him.
Moving in an instant!
Startled, Mo Hai quickly stopped in his tracks.
Mo Yunsheng said nothing.
He didn't want to waste words with Lin Fan anymore; he was wholly intent on slaughtering Lin Fan!
The moment he struck, it was the Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram!
A killer move!
A lethal strike!
As long as Lin Fan lived for one more second, it was a second of humiliation for him!
He didn't want to wait even a second longer!
Not even for a second!
"Die!"
"Die!"
"Die!"
Three roars, shaking heaven and earth!
Mo Yunsheng's figure vanished!
Leaving behind only black and gold rays of light intertwined and fused, forming a Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram.
Swish!
Mo Yunsheng appeared ten steps away from Lin Fan.
It took just one breath!
Too fast!
Mo Yunsheng gave it his all, holding nothing back, using all his strength as a Half-step Lower Heavenly Venerate.
Although he might be mocked and questioned by the world.
Is it necessary to exert such effort to deal with just a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor?
He didn't care.
He just wanted Lin Fan shattered to pieces, divine sense obliterated!
Never to be reborn!
The black and gold Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram struggled to keep up with Mo Yunsheng's speed!
Appearing half a beat after Mo Yunsheng's arrival!
Terrifying!
Savage!
Bloody!
Brutal!
This was the true power of a Half-step Lower Heavenly Venerate!
Terrifying indeed!
Lin Fan stood unflinchingly, awaiting the raging offensive.
Mo Yunsheng wore a strangely excited smile.
"Die! Die! Die!"
Bang!
Boom!
Dust and sand whipped up, filling the sky!
Obscuring everyone's vision.
Mo Hai and Feng Qingshui's hearts leapt into their throats, and as Mo Yunsheng's heavy punch fell, their hearts settled.
This blow.
Lin Fan surely must be dead with no chance of survival.
After all, the Ninth Rank Saint Emperor cannot bridge the chasm with a Half-step Lower Heavenly Venerate.
"Huh! I thought a rise in realm meant he might have a chance to fight back!" Mo Hai pursed his lips with contempt as he lamented. "An ant is still an ant, trash remains trash, cannot be compared to Sheng'er, the genius, not in a million years. I thought too much."
"Let's go back! It's over!"
He lazily finished speaking and turned to leave.
"Wait, wait a second!"
Feng Qingshui suddenly shouted!
With those words, the dust settled.
Their figures emerged once more.
Everyone was stunned!
Scalps tingling!
Divine souls out of body!
Incomprehensible!
Lin Fan had forcefully resisted Mo Yunsheng's deadly move—the Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram!
Safe and sound, without a single injury.
And... what made everyone's hearts stop and bodies chill was...
Lin Fan was laughing.
Unrestrained, cold laughter.
