Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1076 - 1074: Breaking Into the Dragon Pond and Tiger Cave! I’ll Go With You!

All the soldiers, their expressions ranged from guilt, to indifference, to coldness, to anxiety...

But no one moved.

Because of Mo Qian and Mo Mo.

It seemed that even holding the General Token couldn't shake the power the two held over the army.

Lin Fan's gaze was cold and sharp.

He knew that Mo Qian and Mo Mo were opposing him.

"What's going on? Didn't we say to rescue the Princess?"

"Yes, we did."

"Then why aren't you leaving?"

"Please, General, walk slowly and no need to see you off."

Mo Qian cupped his hands slightly, his face carried a faint, cunning smile.

Lin Fan's eyes burned with fury; this meant he was to rescue her alone?!

The enemy has hundreds of thousands of troops!

Besides, Mo Ningxiang is the young Princess of the Xuan Clan!

If the Xuan Clan themselves didn't rescue her, but instead sent an outsider like him, wouldn't it be a laughingstock?!

How could they not fear Mo Chen's wrath?!

Lin Fan paused, suddenly remembering their whispered conversations.

Could it be related to Mo Chen?

"The General Token is here, dare you not follow orders?!"

He brandished the token, shouted angrily from his Dantian.

The soldiers, especially the elite squad of over a hundred, moved their feet slightly.

But Mo Qian and Mo Mo immediately shot them vicious, savage looks.

It was both a warning and a threat.

The soldiers had to step back, avoiding Lin Fan's gaze.

After all, they were from the Xuan Clan and had to continue living within it.

If they followed Lin Fan, it would be treason!

Where would they find refuge in the Xuan Clan afterward?

Not just for themselves, but their wives, parents, children, relatives — implicating nine generations! Never allowed to return to the Xuan Clan!

They could not bear such consequences.

Mo Qian smiled with satisfaction, casually saying, "The General Token? So what."

The provocative expression was full of disdain and contempt for Lin Fan.

However.

His confidence was excessive.

Lin Fan was not someone he could afford to provoke!

Those who mocked Lin Fan never met a good end.

Mo Mo was a living example.

Yet they both forgot.

Suddenly.

Lin Fan's figure abruptly vanished!

Leaving only a fleeting shadow that gradually dissipated.

The sneers on Mo Qian and Mo Mo's faces immediately stiffened, blinking in disbelief.

In a tenth of a breath!

Mo Mo felt a violent pain in his abdomen, his muscles, bones, and meridians felt like they were about to explode with pain!

Ah—

A miserable cry!

He flew several hundred meters away, directly over the heads of the soldiers!

With a thud!

He crashed to the ground, his bones shattered, limp as a sponge.

The soldiers were dumbfounded!

Shivering with fear, their souls leaving their bodies.

Mo Qian hadn't reacted yet, only feeling his feet suddenly leave the ground, his entire body suspended in mid-air!

This... This is...

Suddenly.

A silhouette appeared before him.

It was Lin Fan!

Like mist!

Like a ghost!

Seeming ethereal, yet gradually taking shape.

Lin Fan's eyes.

Cold, merciless, brutal, savage, and harsh.

Glaring fiercely at Mo Qian, as if to extract his soul and body, to shatter his Primordial Spirit and Divine Sense!

Mo Qian was dumbstruck.

He tried to cry out urgently but felt his neck being strangled, nearly suffocating.

His eyeballs seemed about to fall from their sockets, his eyes wide with terror and helplessness.

Mo Qian experienced a terrifying fear he'd never known before.

Even facing Mo Yunsheng did not invoke such fear.

Even after hundreds of battles, he had never felt this fear.

Even after witnessing severed limbs and rivers of blood, he had never been this afraid.

He only felt his pants became damp.

He was scared to the point of wetting himself!

This Ninth Rank Saint Emperor actually scared him to the point of wetting himself!

A thought of shame flashed by.

The desire to save his own life immediately filled his mind.

"Spare... spare... spare me..."

Mo Qian's voice was hoarse, struggling to utter two words.

His face gradually turned pale, tightly gripping Lin Fan's hand, trying to pry it open.

The air grew thinner and thinner as he desperately opened his mouth wide, gasping for breaths.

Like a fish thrust onto the shore, inching closer to death.

Lin Fan remained expressionless.

All the soldiers collectively gasped, watching the scene before them in horror, at a loss on how to react.

Everyone's minds were blank.

Panic made them forget to plead, forget to rescue.

But they didn't have the guts for it anyway!

About to strike!

"Lin Fan!"

A startled voice stopped him.

Lin Fan looked over; it was Diwu Yun'er approaching him.

Diwu Yun'er had just awakened, seeing the scene unfold before her.

"Yun'er?"

"Spare his worthless life for now."

"Why?"

Diwu Yun'er swept her eyes over the soldiers.

"The military cannot be without a general for a day. Though Mo Qian has erred, he can command troops. When we attack Wentian, we'll still need them on the battlefield."

Her words made sense.

Lin Fan furrowed his brow slightly, having not considered the issue of reclaiming Wentian City in his anger.

Surely he and Diwu Yun'er alone couldn't retake vast Wentian City.

No matter how formidable he was, it's a fantasy to battle against hundreds of thousands of soldiers alone.

He nodded, glaring at Mo Qian.

"Consider yourself lucky."

"Spare... spare... me..."

Mo Qian was gradually losing oxygen, his limbs ceasing their struggle, his mind unable to register Lin Fan and Diwu Yuner's conversation.

Focused solely on survival.

Lin Fan tossed him aside like garbage, throwing him to the ground.

"If not for Yun'er, I would have killed you today!"

Mo Qian gasped for air, his eyes blank, his soul frightened to flight.

Lin Fan stepped on Mo Qian's chest, crouching low, his voice deep and savage.

"If anything happens to the Princess, even dismembering you wouldn't quench my rage!"

Mo Qian looked at Lin Fan, terrified, his facial features twisted and contorted, not daring to speak.

"You better pray the Princess remains safe, or else I won't spare you."

Lin Fan kicked Mo Qian.

Mo Qian rolled several times on the ground, lying there, moaning in pain.

Lin Fan stood up straight, eyes sweeping through all the soldiers.

He sighed deeply.

"Alas, cowardly rats, Xuan Clan has no future!"

His gaze was sharp, like a dagger, piercing each person's heart.

After speaking.

He strode away!

Diwu Yun'er hurriedly followed.

"Lin Fan, where are you going?"

"To rescue the Princess."

"By yourself?"

"What else? Which of those rats would dare accompany me?"

"..." Diwu Yun'er paused. "We know nothing about Wentian City's situation. Venturing alone into the Dragon Pond and Tiger Cave could mean having one's head on their belt!"

"So what?"

Lin Fan replied loudly, his voice full of confidence and arrogance.

He was completely disillusioned by the Xuan Clan army.

A group of useless people, having them around would only hinder him.

Rather than that, he'd rather venture into the unknown Wentian City alone.

To see what the Shennong Clan was capable of!

Diwu Yun'er looked into Lin Fan's bright eyes, couldn't help but smile slightly, feeling a secret joy.

This was the Lin Fan she knew.

Emotional, righteous, fearless.

"Fine, I'll accompany you!"

Their figures moved swiftly, heading towards Wentian City!