Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1095 - 1093: I Don’t Know If I’ll Live or Die When I Return, But You Will Never Go Back!

Return to the Main City?

On that day?

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, a sly gleam flashing within them.

He stared fixedly at Mo Qian.

The other was in a fit of rage, having completely lost his mind.

There's no lie in his words.

But why does my return to the city mark my death?

What hidden motives lie beneath?

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows disdainfully.

"Is that so? General Mo Qian can kill me, why not do it now? Why wait until the return to the Main City? Could it be... cowardice?"

"You're full of crap!"

Mo Qian roared.

"Even if I can't kill you in the Main City, Mo Yunsheng will!"

"Mo Yunsheng has already seized control, setting up an inescapable trap, you won't escape!"

"You're dead!"

"Shattered to pieces! Divine Sense obliterated!"

"Hahahaha!"

His furious rage followed by a long, manic laugh towards the sky.

As if Lin Fan had already fallen into a trap, unable to escape.

As if the scene of Mo Yunsheng cutting down Lin Fan was before him.

Mo Qian had been provoked by Lin Fan, trapped in his own realm.

Blind to everything but his anger.

Yet.

While Mo Qian was hysterical, Lin Fan remained composed.

He listened clearly to every single word.

Seize control?

An inescapable trap?

Mo Yunsheng?!

Wasn't this guy disabled by me? How could he resurface?

Lin Fan pondered Mo Qian's words, feeling increasingly uneasy.

Especially about seizing control.

The Main City had always been controlled by Clan Leader Mo Chen, when did Mo Yunsheng take over?

Moreover, Mo Chen would never allow Mo Yunsheng to engage in such disgraceful acts, nor attack me.

Mo Chen…

A sudden thought flashed through Lin Fan's mind, his eyes widened abruptly.

Could it be...

He had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Suddenly looking up at Mo Qian, the latter still laughing to the sky.

An arrogant laugh!

Boom!

Lin Fan moved swiftly!

In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Mo Qian.

Mo Qian hadn't reacted yet.

Lin Fan had already swung a punch, striking heavily on the left side of Mo Qian's face.

Mo Qian flew several hundred meters, crashing to the ground!

Dust flew up! When it settled, everyone realized a large pit had formed on the ground!

Mo Qian lay half-dead in the pit, his face pale, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Damn..."

He hadn't expected Lin Fan to launch an attack suddenly.

Careless.

Lin Fan, with a stern look, darted over swiftly.

The soldiers dared not block his path and moved aside.

Stopping at the edge of the pit, he glanced down casually before jumping in.

"Lin, Lin Fan…"

Mo Qian gritted his teeth, still wanting to struggle.

Lin Fan stepped on Mo Qian's chest and leaned down.

"Seizing control, what does it mean?"

"Heh heh! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Mo Qian laughed wildly with fierce eyes.

"What happened to Mo Chen?"

"Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!"

Mo Qian continued to laugh hysterically, ignoring Lin Fan's question!

Lin Fan frowned slightly, with anger in his eyes.

"Not talking?"

"Nothing to say, you'll naturally know when you return to the Main City."

"Very well."

Zheng!

Blinding golden light burst forth!

Lin Fan wielded the Xuanyuan Sword, swung it in the air.

Sound breaking, accompanied by a dragon's roar.

The golden light was truly dazzling, stinging Mo Qian's eyes.

This was real?!

Mo Qian's scalp tingled, instantly regaining clarity.

He had been excited the whole time, thinking himself the victor.

Yet, when truly facing the threat of death.

In front of Lin Fan, he was nothing but an ant.

Worthless!

Trash!

Lin Fan expressionlessly placed the Xuanyuan Sword against Mo Qian's neck.

"Now, do you want to talk?"

Outside the pit, countless eyes stared blankly.

Mo Qian felt utterly humiliated, seething with anger.

"Say your damn piece! If you dare, kill me!"

Hiss!

Ah—

Between heaven and earth, echoed heart-wrenching cries.

From Mo Qian.

Lin Fan naturally did not kill him but severed one of his arms.

Blood gushed out, the sight unbearable.

The onlookers' eyes widened, nearly falling out of their sockets, mouths agape, horrified.

Only then did they realize.

Even though Mo Qian was a Dao Venerate of the Seventh Layer, he was nothing before Lin Fan!

Lin Fan, calm and composed, placed the Xuanyuan Sword on Mo Qian's other shoulder.

"Have you decided what to say now?"

"I..."

Hiss!

Another golden light!

Lin Fan didn't even wait for Mo Qian to speak!

Directly severed the arm!

Savage!

Ruthless!

Merciless!

Cold-blooded!

The onlookers gasped, all speechless, souls nearly escaping.

This, was the real Lin Fan!

The Xuanyuan Sword was placed on Mo Qian's left leg.

"Lin Fan! Lin Fan!"

Mo Qian yelled out.

Whether out of fear or anger!

He was already drenched in blood, his facial features gradually withdrawing, pupils blurred and hollow.

He could only roar, to vent his panic.

The dignified general of the Xuan Clan, was about to die such a humiliating death!

Mo Qian shook with rage, yet was powerless.

His body was trampled underfoot, unable to move or struggle.

"You're doomed... you're doomed..."

"Once you return to the Main City, you won't survive! You won't survive! Haha! Hahaha!"

"Sigh, more nonsense again."

Lin Fan gripped the Xuanyuan Sword, eyes sharp and fierce.

Gave Mo Qian a glance.

Mo Qian seemed to be struck by lightning, trembling violently.

Instantly!

Mo Qian's eyes widened, a deranged smile on his face.

"Return to the Main City, Lin Fan, you're dead for sure, no one will save you, not even Mo Chen!"

Lin Fan didn't respond, he was waiting for the rest of Mo Qian's words.

"Because Mo Chen was killed by Mo Yunsheng."

"Hahahahaha!"

Mo Qian's words were cold, light.

Like a floating cloud, entering Lin Fan's ear, yet inside it was thunder and lightning, storms raging!

What?!

Lin Fan froze, eyes staring wide at Mo Qian.

Mo Qian laughed insanely, despair lacing his laughter.

He lifted the armless Mo Qian from the ground, pulling him in front of himself.

The expression on his face was uncontrollable.

Mind blank.

Only anger and confusion interwoven, exploding in his mind.

"Mo Chen, dead?"

"Unexpected, right? Hahaha! I didn't expect it either! Now the Xuan Clan is under Mo Yunsheng's rule, there's only a dead end for you if you go back. Lin Fan, your days are numbered!"

"Is this true?"

"Believe it or not! Anyway, if you go back, you definitely won't survive! Don't you want to avenge Mo Chen? Eh? Hahaha!"

Mo Qian continued to provoke.

Lin Fan's expression began to twitch, heavily throwing Mo Qian to the ground.

He couldn't believe it.

Mo Chen dead, Mo Yunsheng in charge!

No wonder Mo Qian and Mo Mo were so exhilarated!

A change of dynasty, they had backing!

Thinking they could kill him!

But... Mo Chen, a Middle Heavenly Venerate of the Eighth Layer, how could he be killed by the armless waste Mo Yunsheng?! 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

This matter was too bizarre!

Lin Fan also didn't want to believe it, but Mo Qian's expression didn't seem like he was lying.

He felt a mix of emotions, indescribable discomfort.

Turning his head, he looked at the young Princess Mo Ningxiang's position, feeling even more heart-wrenching.

Wondering how Mo Ningxiang would react to this news...

Should he even tell her?

Lin Fan was incredibly conflicted inside, furrowing his brow tightly, his expression growing more grave, solemn.

At this moment, his heart was in utter chaos.

"Unexpected, right? Lin Fan! Unexpected! You won't survive once you go back! Won't survive!"

Lin Fan took a deep breath, coldly turned to the deranged Mo Qian.

A frigid light shot from his eyes.

"I don't know if I will live or die when I go back, but you won't be going back."

Hiss!

Golden light erupted!

Mo Qian.

Dead!