Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1197 - 1195: Lin Fan? Who Is Lin Fan?

One-tenth of a breath!

The fist was already in front of Jie Yuan, like a raging thunder, carrying a furious energy.

Tian Lu used all his strength, with no intention of showing mercy.

The person who insults the East Gate Clan Leader.

Must die!

His eyes were filled with slaughter, calmness, disdain.

Looking at Jie Yuan as if he were a dead dog, without a trace of sympathy or concern.

So what if he is a follower of Zhongli Kun.

So what if his cultivation realm ranks second among the followers.

Just an ant.

How dare he presumptuously criticize the East Gate Clan Leader.

"Courting death!"

With a loud shout from Tian Lu, the fist brought forth gusts of wind, sweeping up the yellow sand on the ground, rolling towards Jie Yuan and the followers.

The followers were hit by the yellow sand, unable to open their eyes at all.

And Jie Yuan, though unbound, was seriously injured and had no strength to fight back.

He could only lie on the ground, watching the fist coming down with open eyes.

Waiting for death.

Helplessly waiting for death!

At the critical moment.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light pierced through the sky full of yellow sand, stinging everyone's eyes.

Jie Yuan was stunned, but felt as if hot liquid was splashed on his face, sticky and full of a stench.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Tian Lu's fist never came down.

Jie Yuan was extremely puzzled. What was going on? The fist was clearly already in front of him, it shouldn't take so long, why hadn't it come down yet?

He struggled to lift his hand, wiped his face, and looked at it.

Blood!

Sanguine, terrifying blood!

A chill ran through Jie Yuan's heart. Whose blood was this? His own?!

Could it be that... he was already killed without realizing... without feeling anything...

Just as he was puzzled.

A scream suddenly sounded in front of him, like a tsunami crashing down, making him shiver and freeze in place.

"Ah—"

"Who?! Who is it?!"

"Come out?! Damn it, come out!"

Jie Yuan recognized Tian Lu's voice, but how did the previously calm and confident Tian Lu suddenly become so furious and frantic?

Amidst the yellow sand.

Jie Yuan heard a series of rapid footsteps, and the voices of Tian Ci, Tian Cheng, and Tian Ming sounded one after the other.

"Tian Lu, are you okay?"

"I... damn..."

"What's happening? Who did this?!"

"Tian Ming, did you see anyone?"

"No, no... just a flash of golden light..."

"Who could it be..."

The three voices were all somewhat tense and trembling, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

Jie Yuan was completely bewildered, not knowing what had happened.

At this moment.

A dark figure slowly walked out from the yellow sand.

Standing in front of Jie Yuan, holding a long sword that gleamed with golden light.

Even with the sky full of yellow sand, it couldn't obscure the golden glint of the sword's blade.

At the same time.

This dark figure was exuding an incredibly terrifying aura, forming a cyclone around him that directly suppressed the yellow sand from the sky.

The sky cleared again.

Jie Yuan was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "You, who are you?"

However.

The man before him did not speak, standing silently, staring at Tian Lu, Tian Ming, Tian Ci, and Tian Cheng not far away.

Silence is the greatest terror.

The followers all opened their eyes, no one dared to make a sound, not even daring to breathe heavily.

Holding their breath, shocked beyond words.

Jie Yuan was even more puzzled, he looked the man up and down, he was very young, appearing in his early twenties.

Searching through his mind, he realized he shouldn't know such a person.

Who exactly was this?

Why would he save him?

What possible schemes and intentions could there be?

Jie Yuan only felt the situation was extremely strange, and with the other party not speaking, it was even harder to explain.

But fortunately, he had survived, and still had to thank this young man.

"Thank you, young hero, for saving me. May I know your name?"

"No need to be polite."

Just as Jie Yuan wanted to inquire further.

Tian Ming, eyes red with rage, looked with a violent and ruthless expression, as if he wanted to tear the other apart.

"Boy! Who are you to dare harm a member of the Heavenly Clan?! Do you have a death wish? If you dare harm a member of the Heavenly Clan, today you must leave your life behind!"

Jie Yuan snapped back to reality and looked at Tian Lu, suddenly feeling his scalp tingle and a chill down his spine.

He saw that Tian Lu, who had just been about to punch him, had his right hand neatly severed from the wrist, bleeding profusely and trembling incessantly.

Tian Lu's face was deathly pale, his eyes about to burst as he stared at his severed hand.

Panic.

Amazement.

Surprise.

Horror.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"My hand... my hand... my hand!"

The mournful cry was bone-chilling.

Even Jie Yuan, who was nearly killed by him, couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end when he heard this heart-wrenching scream.

This young man... Who exactly is he?!

He looked with fear at the back in front of him, swallowed hard.

Tian Ming was breathing heavily, taking a glance at the frenzied Tian Lu, his heart trembling slightly.

He gnashed his teeth, the muscles on his face twitching slightly, whispering.

"Who are you?"

Without waiting for an answer, Tian Cheng suddenly exclaimed, taking a sharp breath.

"Lin, Lin Fan?!"

Tian Ming was startled, quickly turning his head to Tian Cheng, eyes widening in confusion.

But saw Tian Cheng shivering, retreating two steps.

The followers were puzzled.

Lin Fan? Who is Lin Fan?

They probably only heard about Dongmen Nu's incident but didn't know the causes and consequences.

So not knowing who Lin Fan is is quite normal.

"Have you heard of Lin Fan?"

"No, never heard of him, when did he appear, is he someone's follower?"

"Seems like he's not from Sumeru Continent."

"Heard that he has close ties with the Xuan Clan."

"A Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, still trash, daring to taunt Tian Ming and them, must have a death wish."

"Don't forget, he cut off Tian Lu's hand just now." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"That was just luck, a successful sneak attack. No matter how, he's just a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, defying the heavens? Impossible."

"Then why is Tian Cheng so scared?"

The followers discussed quietly, seemingly forgetting their perilous situation.

Jie Yuan was also somewhat puzzled, not knowing why Tian Cheng and Tian Ming reacted so strongly.

What are they afraid of?

This young man named Lin Fan, only appears to have the cultivation of a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, not considered strong.

However, since he saved his life, he should at least warn him.

"Brother, you should leave quickly."

"Why?" Lin Fan asked without turning his head, casually.

Jie Yuan was taken aback, this young man seemed to have some temper, not even bothering to look at him. Feeling a bit annoyed, he intensified his tone.

"You're no match for them, you're alone, they are four. And they are all at Ninth Layer of the Breaking Path Realm, you're only a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, the gap is too large, confronting them head-on is just seeking death."

"Not necessarily." Lin Fan sneered, replying lightly.

Jie Yuan was speechless, he meant well, yet was rebuffed.

"You, you are Lin Fan?!"

Tian Ming suddenly turned, tremblingly raising his hand, pointing at Lin Fan, bellowing.

"That's right."

Lin Fan remained composed, his tone very calm, without a ripple.

"You, you have nerve! To dare show up! Your end is near!"

The crowd frowned in confusion, glancing at each other.

They wondered why when Tian Ming said this, he sounded so unsure, even carrying a trace of fear.