Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1107 - 1105: The Xuan Clan Leader Hangs by a Thread
"Do it!"
With a roar from Mo Yunsheng.
Heaven and earth trembled.
More Xuan Clan soldiers surged from all directions, a mighty spectacle.
All the bystanders were driven away.
At the East Gate Square.
Only fully armed, uniformly attired Xuan Clan soldiers.
Ready for battle, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Lin Fan calmly glanced around, the Xuan Clan soldiers had already surrounded the East Gate Square impenetrably.
Shoulder to shoulder, not even a place to step.
It seemed Mo Yunsheng had indeed arranged everything meticulously, intending to ambush and dismember him here.
But unfortunately.
He underestimated his abilities.
This dense crowd of soldiers was not even enough to fill his teeth.
In front of everyone's eyes.
Lin Fan not only showed no panic but even yawned, stretched lazily, showing a look of disregard for the crowd.
Mo Yunsheng's eye twitched, his expression fierce.
"Lin Fan! Don't look down on us!"
"Us?" Lin Fan blinked his eyes, twisted his neck. "Where's everyone?"
Arrogant.
Overbearing.
Madman.
This place was full of people, yet he asked where they were.
Was Lin Fan frightened out of his mind?
The soldiers laughed loudly, each displaying eager expressions.
"I truly don't see anyone."
Lin Fan nonchalantly continued talking to himself.
"All I see is a bunch of ants, trash, and worthless scum."
Shock!
Amazement!
Anger!
Helplessness!
These thousands of soldiers were merely ants, trash, and worthless scum in Lin Fan's eyes.
Lin Fan was indeed floating, thinking that just because he could contend with Mo Yunsheng, he could disregard the Xuan Clan.
This would be his downfall!
Lin Fan still smiled, shrugged, and said: "Of course, there's still the biggest ant, trash, who keeps saying to kill me but doesn't dare to take a step forward, cowardly hiding like a turtle."
Needless to say.
He was referring to Mo Yunsheng.
Mo Yunsheng's cheeks trembled violently, his features slowly twisting, trapped in uncontrollable rage.
"Kill him!"
In one voice, the multitude roared in fury.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
In no time.
Thousands of Xuan Clan soldiers swarmed forward, wielding steel blades, all wanting to give Lin Fan a severe blow.
With the new Clan Leader's inauguration, if they performed excellently, they might soar into the sky and rise to great heights.
For power.
For wealth.
For desire.
For greed.
No one hesitated, even knowing they were up against the formidable Lin Fan, they still charged forth, determined to risk their lives.
The soldiers, with wild cries, rushed forward.
Their eyes, blood-red, as if under a spell, faces grim.
Lin Fan not only didn't move, but even slowly closed his eyes.
His body sank into calmness.
The air around him solidified, emitting strands of chill.
Spiritual Power surged within his body, flowing, boiling, causing his body to become unbearably hot.
Around him, everything suddenly became unusually slow.
All the soldiers seemed to slow their steps, slow their actions, approaching Lin Fan bit by bit.
Every person's expression, every movement.
All captured by Lin Fan, not a single detail escaped his eyes.
Even with eyes closed.
He saw everything clearly.
Even the pores of some soldiers were clearly visible.
Suddenly!
Lin Fan opened his eyes!
The soldiers surged like an avalanche or tsunami.
Lin Fan was unhurried.
With one breath, he dealt with the first batch of foolish attackers.
Yet.
The soldiers' steps did not stop, still surging, covering the soldiers who had fallen before, with only the intent to kill like zombies.
Soon.
Lin Fan was engulfed by the tide of people.
Mo Yunsheng stared intently, his tense expression gradually dissipating.
When Lin Fan was finally submerged by the crowd, he began to laugh crazily.
"Just like that! Just like that!"
"I thought he was something awesome, but he's just an ant, unable to become significant."
"Old man, I'm sorry. I extinguished your last hope; if you want revenge, wait for the next life."
"With your death, no one will ever know the true cause of Mo Chen's death."
"They will never know that I personally designed and killed Mo Chen."
Mo Yunsheng leaned closer to Feng Qingshui's ear, speaking maniacally, his eyes filled with ferocity and violence.
He had already lost his humanity.
"Not necessarily."
Feng Qingshui showed no panic, his tone unusually calm.
"Not necessarily? What do you mean not necessarily?"
"See for yourself."
Feng Qingshui sneered, nodded towards the front.
Could it be...
Mo Yunsheng swiftly looked up to the front.
He saw the ground pressed by thousands of soldiers begin to slowly squirm.
The soldiers couldn't control their bodies, swaying, trembling, shaking.
"Wha-what's happening?!"
"Could it be that Lin Fan isn't dead?!"
"Impossible! He was buried at the bottom, how could he be unharmed?"
"Quick, run, there's going to be an explosion..."
"Quick..."
Before a word was finished.
Bang!
A loud explosion, like a bomb detonating, deafening, shaking the earth.
The dust flew, covering the sky and blocking the sun.
No one saw what was happening in front.
When the dust settled.
The crowd suddenly realized, Lin Fan stood there unscathed, nonchalantly dusting off the dirt from his body.
And those thousands of soldiers pressed on him.
Those on the outside fell like raindrops, landing on the ground, broken limbs, groaning incessantly.
Those inside had already turned to ashes, nothing remained.
In an instant.
The tide turned!
The East Gate Square, once crowded with Xuan Clan soldiers, instantly became empty.
The scene became a wailing hell, filled with cries of despair.
Mo Yunsheng was trembling.
Trembling violently.
His body, limbs, heart, eyes... every part of him was filled with spontaneous fear, uncontrollably trembling.
How could this be?!
"I knew it, things aren't that simple. Since this guy knew of your plot and still dared to come alone, he must be confident."
Feng Qingshui mocked, as if enjoying the chaos.
With an air like this, he even felt like laughing.
"Old man, you court death!"
Mo Yunsheng was suddenly furious, swinging his massive fist towards Feng Qingshui's temple.
As long as this guy died, then Lin Fan would vanish for good.
Mo Chen's death, forever a mystery.
He grinned, revealing a hideous smile.
However.
Before the fist even reached halfway.
A golden sword was against his throat.
A biting coldness.
From the soles of his feet, through his body, straight up his head.
Mo Yunsheng's body became numb, trembled, forcibly stopping his fist.
At this moment.
The Xuan Clan commoners, previously blocked outside, rushed in all at once due to the lack of soldiers, witnessing this scene by chance.
The crowd was greatly surprised.
A golden sword was against Mo Yunsheng's throat.
The Xuan Clan's Clan Leader, on the brink of death.
Lin Fan coldly smiled, nodded towards Feng Qingshui, and taunted.
"Mo Yunsheng, make a move? Let's see if your fist is faster or my sword."
