Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1204 - 1202: He Can Actually Make Ling Wudeng Get Serious!

At the foot of the mountain.

The attendants were still tied up tightly, unable to move.

Although Jie Yuan was not bound, he was gravely injured and couldn't move at all.

Thus, the attendants had no choice but to sit idly.

Due to the long exposure to the sun, everyone looked like withered flowers, dispirited and exhausted, as if the moisture in their bodies had been evaporated.

At this moment.

Someone thought of Lin Fan, who had left them behind.

Immediately, they began to complain angrily, quickly gaining the agreement of the others.

"That brat named Lin Fan! So impolite, all these seniors trapped, and he doesn't even offer to help."

"Not offering is one thing, but he looks annoyed when called. Damn it! The more I think about it, the more pissed I get."

"Young people these days really don't understand manners."

"It's beyond manners, they're utterly lawless, completely disregarding us!"

"He may be a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, but what's there to be so arrogant about!"

Although they couldn't move, their tongues were still sharp and free, so they vented their frustration through complaints.

It was as if Lin Fan had tied them up here; as if criticizing Lin Fan could lessen their humiliation.

A group of clan leader's attendants, kidnapped by Heavenly Clan small fry whose cultivation realms were far below theirs—could there be anything more embarrassing?

Indeed, there was one more thing.

That was Lin Fan witnessing the event, killing the small fry, and then striding away.

Therefore.

They instinctively blamed Lin Fan for everything.

But what was Lin Fan's fault?

He was merely worried about Mo Ningxiang on the mountain, eager to go up.

What's wrong with that?

Hence, these clan leaders just wanted to preserve their dignity, to prevent others from knowing about this shameful incident.

In their conversation, they reached a consensus.

No one would mention this incident to outsiders.

But besides them, one more person knew about this—Lin Fan.

He was a destabilizing factor, if he casually mentioned it, it would be a disgrace to the dozen or so attendants!

Unfortunately, they couldn't move now and had no way to deal with Lin Fan.

"Any way to get Lin Fan to come back?"

As soon as the words fell.

"Look! What is that?!"

Suddenly, one attendant inadvertently glanced upward and cried out in alarm.

Everyone followed his gaze, seeing a shadow that looked like a meteor falling rapidly downwards from the clouds.

"Holy crap! Holy crap!"

"Could it be a meteorite?"

"Please, don't let it hit us!"

"Help!"

They couldn't move; if a big stone were to hit them, they would surely die!

One breath!

Boom!

The "meteorite" hit the ground, creating a large pit, with dust flying everywhere.

Luckily, it didn't hit anyone but landed heavily right in front of them.

Only then did they breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking closely.

They were scared witless, paling with shock.

It was no meteorite, but a person!

Upon closer inspection.

"Oh my! Isn't this Lin Fan?! Why did he come down?!"

One person exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone looked, and sure enough, it was Lin Fan. How did he fall from the sky? What was he up to?

Lin Fan lay still, eyes closed like a corpse, unmoving, quietly lying in the pit, having hit the ground with visible injuries all over, looking quite severely wounded.

Who did this to Lin Fan?

The attendees were curious; just before, Lin Fan had easily killed four Ninth Layer Dao Venerates in no time.

And now, in the blink of an eye, he was lying half-dead on the ground, truly strange.

"Lin Fan, are you dead?"

"Won't he really die?"

"Don't die yet, untie us first."

"Damn it, who attacked?"

Suddenly.

A powerful presence swept over the people like a whirlwind.

They felt their bodies blown around by the wind, unable to sit still, their hearts pounding wildly, almost leaping out of their throats.

Terrifying!

Terror that made the soul shudder!

Before even seeing the person, they felt an imposing terror.

As if with just a finger, the person could crush them effortlessly.

A layer of fear loomed over them.

Though unable to move, they endeavored to shuffle their bodies backward, fearing being too close to Lin Fan might bring them trouble.

"Who… who is it?"

Lin Fan could instantly kill four Ninth Layer Dao Venerates but was knocked down by someone from the mountain; if they guessed correctly.

Their hearts turned cold, faces drained of color, pale as paper.

They all stared wide-eyed at the mountain path.

Soon, a figure came out, not rushing or panicking.

They gasped.

It was Dongmen Buju's attendant—Ling Wudeng!

What made them suffocate was that they'd never seen Ling Wudeng exude such a formidable presence!

It wasn't that they hadn't seen Ling Wudeng take action, just never with such murderous intensity and imposing demeanor.

What capability did Lin Fan have to make Ling Wudeng go all out!

Bear in mind.

Ling Wudeng was one of the top experts of Sumeru Continent, the highest in Cultivation Realm among the attendants, even higher than some clan leaders.

Thus some often pitied him; had he been born into a clan leader's family, he would've surely become a clan leader himself.

Yet he became a follower of Dongmen Buju, forever a rank below others.

On Sumeru Continent.

Against anyone, Ling Wudeng never appeared so fierce and ruthless.

Always holding back, never exerting full effort.

Never really considering the opponent.

But facing Lin Fan.

He actually went all out; how could they not be shocked and amazed!

They stared at Ling Wudeng, expression deadly, eyes flashing coldly, barely daring to breathe, holding their breaths.

A few steps later, Ling Wudeng stood before Lin Fan and glanced into the pit.

Lin Fan lay motionless, like a dead dog, seriously injured.

The corner of Ling Wudeng's mouth twitched into a cold, sinister smile.

He lifted his head and scanned the attendants.

The attendees shrank their heads, looking down, wishing they could bury their heads in their pants to avoid being seen by Ling Wudeng.

Silence.

Dead silence.

The quieter it was, the more terrifying it seemed.

Their hearts were in their throats, fearing Ling Wudeng might vent his anger on them. They were like fish on a cutting board, without any ability to resist or escape.

"Where are they?"

After a long while, Ling Wudeng slowly asked, disdain in his voice.

"Wha… what people?"

"Tian Ming and the others."

The attendees swallowed hard, looking at Lin Fan, eyes full of fear.

Who would dare speak the truth, courting death.