Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1045 - 1043: Pride or Life!

Mo Yunsheng was in Lin Fan's hands, silently and motionlessly.

Like an ant.

Like a dead dog.

Like trash.

No resistance.

No sound.

No expression.

Allowing his life to be held by Lin Fan.

Allowing the blood to flow from his left arm.

"Sheng'er!"

Mo Hai shouted, about to rush over.

However.

A single glance from Lin Fan.

Stopped him in his tracks.

"If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?"

Lin Fan's voice was cold, like the moonlight spreading, invading everyone's soul.

Those present could not help but feel a chilling cold.

Mo Hai could never have imagined today!

Not just Mo Hai.

Feng Qingshui, Mo Yunsheng, and nearly ten thousand soldiers.

No one would have thought such a one-sided situation would occur at this moment.

Moreover, the scales of victory tilted toward Lin Fan.

If it was before tonight.

If someone told them a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor could easily and effortlessly defeat a Half-step Lower Heavenly Venerate.

They would laugh till their stomach hurt, thinking it was the funniest joke in the world.

Not even an Arabian Nights story was this outrageous.

But after tonight.

All of them witnessed it with their own eyes, their worldview overturned.

Lin Fan, the Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, not only defeated Mo Yunsheng, the Half-step Lower Heavenly Venerate.

But also chopped off an arm!

Drew blood!

Left a mark!

Those who did not see it with their own eyes could not imagine it.

They could already envision discussing this with others the next day, the other side laughing uncontrollably.

But now, they were only shocked.

Unparalleled shock!

Feng Qingshui was relieved!

That it wasn't him who acted.

Although Mo Yunsheng's and his cultivation were as different as Dao Venerate and Heavenly Venerate.

But with what Lin Fan demonstrated, it was probably not his true power!

Terrifyingly so.

If he could easily defeat Mo Yunsheng, he could easily defeat himself.

If he had acted just now, it would be him kneeling there with a severed left arm!

Feng Qingshui felt his scalp tingle, a wave of fear.

He couldn't help touching his left arm, his back slightly cold, goosebumps rising.

Mo Hai trembled.

Trembled violently.

He couldn't imagine at all that Mo Yunsheng would lose.

And lose so miserably, so vulnerable, unable to withstand a single blow.

The scene before him was tragically unbearable.

The severed left arm.

A body bleeding profusely.

Mo Yunsheng hanging limply, unable to counterattack.

Mo Hai's heart bled.

It was as if someone was cutting his heart with a knife, again and again.

Not just because Mo Yunsheng was injured, but also because the Xuan Clan's reputation was tarnished.

"Sheng... Sheng'er..."

He let out a mournful cry, like a pathetic old dog.

Mo Yunsheng was being strangled, motionless, silent.

"Lin Fan! Let go of Sheng'er at once!"

Mo Hai shouted angrily!

"Let go? It's not impossible."

A glint of sharpness flashed in Lin Fan's eyes.

A good lesson is necessary!

Or else they'll keep causing trouble endlessly!

"If you want to save Mo Yunsheng's life, it's simple. You, kneel down! Knock your head a hundred times for me! Then I'll spare him."

"What?! Kowtow?!"

Mo Hai was ashamed and angry!

Who was he?

The brother of the Xuan Clan Leader Mo Chen!

The father of the future Xuan Clan Leader, Mo Yunsheng!

Asking him to kneel and kowtow to an ant?

What a joke!

It's not just a great humiliation.

It would also shame the Xuan Clan!

How would outsiders see him, see Mo Yunsheng, see the Xuan Clan?

This knee could not bend for anything!

"Spouting nonsense!"

"It seems Mo Yunsheng isn't your biological son, huh? At this point, a father still cares about face? Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Lin Fan, what exactly do you want to do?"

He still couldn't grasp the situation.

Now Mo Yunsheng was in Lin Fan's hands, weak as an ant.

How could he dare to be so arrogant and arrogant!

"Hmph!" Lin Fan sneered. "What do I want to do? Better to ask yourself, what do you want to do? You want my life? No problem, it's right here, come and take it!"

"You better not get cocky! This is the Xuan Clan! The Xuan Clan's territory! With nearly ten thousand soldiers surrounding you, do you think you can escape?! If you're wise, release Sheng'er now, maybe I'll spare your life!"

"Mo Hai, you're quite bold!" Lin Fan half-closed his eyes, sharp as a knife, deep as a pool. "Mo Chen has already promised me that Mo Yunsheng won't disturb me and Qiong'er. Does your Xuan Clan break promises, or is Mo Chen unaware of this? Are you doing this behind his back?"

Lin Fan's voice was like a great bell, every word a gem.

Mo Hai's body swayed, his head buzzing, left speechless.

"It seems I've hit the nail on the head."

He paused, glancing at Mo Yunsheng.

The latter was pale-faced, eyes lost, right arm and legs hanging weakly.

If he wanted to,

He could kill Mo Yunsheng right now!

As easily as crushing an ant.

Because Mo Yunsheng had no strength to fight back.

Seeing the sharpness flash in Lin Fan's eyes, Mo Hai broke into a cold sweat, panic-stricken, "Stop, don't harm Sheng'er!"

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, sneered.

His fingers tightened, embedding into the flesh.

Mo Yunsheng groaned, his body trembling slightly.

Bright red blood trickled down his neck, staining his clothes.

"You!"

Mo Hai's face turned pale instantly, nearly bursting into tears.

He hadn't expected Lin Fan would actually make a move!

He only had this one precious son, and if Lin Fan killed him, what would be the point of living?

Coming with full confidence, and returning in utter humiliation.

He thought Mo Yunsheng killing Lin Fan would be as easy as crushing an ant.

But never expected...

"You... you mustn't forget! This, this is the Xuan Clan!"

"So what?"

"If you kill Mo Yunsheng, the Clan Leader won't spare you! None of the Xuan Clan will let you go! Do you want to become enemies with the Xuan Clan?!"

"Oh? Threatening me? Heh, are you sure the Clan Leader will act as you say? How about we test it, see if Mo Chen punishes you or kills me."

Lin Fan wasn't deterred by Mo Hai's words; instead, he laughed and mocked.

Saying that, he moved his fingers again.

"Wait, wait... wait a minute!"

This time.

Mo Hai was not so certain.

Once he hesitated, his heart grew anxious.

"Mo Hai, Yunsheng's condition isn't good; if it drags on any longer, perhaps... don't you really want Yunsheng to die?" Feng Qingshui couldn't help but ask softly.

Repeatedly pushing Lin Fan, trying to leverage the Xuan Clan and Mo Chen to suppress him, would only hasten Mo Yunsheng's death!

Face-saving at this time is irrelevant when survival is more urgent!

Besides, they're at fault initially.

If Mo Chen punishes, no one will be spared.

"Ah? N-no..." Mo Hai weakly replied. "Do you really want me to kneel and kowtow?"

Feng Qingshui said nothing, turning his head sternly.

Speaking volumes without words.

Mo Hai's lips trembled.

He looked eagerly at Mo Yunsheng, blood pooling on the ground, growing weaker.

Then he looked at Lin Fan, unconcerned and calmly composed.

Face and life...

Mo Hai was torn.

Suddenly.

His once rigid spine faltered.

Mo Hai finally grew fearful.

Thud!

He knelt heavily on the ground, full of humiliation. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"I beg you, spare Sheng'er."

"I beg you! Spare Sheng'er!"

Mo Hai shouted, fiercely kowtowing.

His forehead slammed into the ground, blood immediately gushing out.