Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1205 - 1203: Counterkill!

Ling Wudeng was initially a bit perplexed.

But when he saw everyone's gazes fixed on Lin Fan, he took a glance around again, noticing several pools of blood mist on the ground.

He pondered for a moment and raised an eyebrow.

"Dead?"

The followers immediately became as silent as cicadas in cold weather, turning their heads away, not daring to look directly.

But he didn't need them to answer; Ling Wudeng already knew, it seemed Tian Ming and the others had been killed by Lin Fan.

A Dao Venerate of the Ninth Layer couldn't stop Lin Fan, a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor.

Dead and unworthy of pity.

The Heavenly Clan shouldn't harbor such garbage.

"Hmph."

Ling Wudeng let out a light snicker, but the followers trembled violently, shaking intensely.

"Ling followers, this... this matter has nothing to do with us... really nothing to do..."

"It was all Lin Fan's doing... we didn't move, didn't participate at all..."

"We even tried to stop him... told him to stop fighting... but he wouldn't listen."

"Blame and revenge have their sources, this matter should not be pinned on us."

"Lin Fan did it, you should look for Lin Fan, not us..."

The followers immediately distanced themselves from Lin Fan, shoving all the blame onto him alone.

But indeed it was true.

These bunch did nothing but talk among themselves and didn't help in the fight at all.

But seeing them push away the responsibility like this was truly disgusting.

"I know it has nothing to do with you."

Ling Wudeng suddenly said, hitting the followers hard.

"You might have good skills, but your intelligence is lacking. It's a bit of a waste that Tian Ming and the others are dead, but it's alright. The Heavenly Clan doesn't need garbage, natural selection."

The followers were stunned; was Ling Wudeng speaking for Lin Fan? Wasn't he supposed to kill Lin Fan?

They were completely bewildered, unable to fathom Ling Wudeng's intent.

But they were left speechless, faces flushed, not daring to speak.

"But what a pity, this guy is stubborn, otherwise he could be conquered and used for the Heavenly Clan. Now he can only die here."

"Such a shame, such a shame."

Ling Wudeng looked at the motionless Lin Fan, shaking his head with a light sigh.

The followers were one again shocked, suddenly growing other thoughts in their minds. If Lin Fan died, wouldn't their embarrassing matters be known only to themselves?

As long as they eliminate this unstable factor in Lin Fan, they wouldn't live in daily panic, at least they'd maintain their current status and identity.

With a swiping noise.

They all glanced at Ling Wudeng simultaneously, their eyes flashing with murderous intent.

As if hinting at him to quickly act!

Ling Wudeng felt their eager expressions and couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Facing death yet still thinking about saving face, did they really think they could leave here alive?

Simply naive.

But he didn't want to reveal the truth to them.

Ling Wudeng's gaze fell back on Lin Fan, and the Black Sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

The crowd took a deep breath, both shocked and thrilled, urgently watching.

The Black Sword emitted a mournful hum.

Like a cry from hell.

The pitch-black sword body seemed to absorb their pupils, everyone's eyes fixed unblinkingly on the Black Sword.

Suddenly!

The sword body seemed to catch fire, emitting black flames, along with waves of black smoke.

Between heaven and earth.

The Power of Darkness, all slowly surged into the Black Sword.

From the ground, from the sky, from the bushes, from the mountains, from human hearts.

Countless threads of black mist floated silently towards the Black Sword, drifting in like phantoms.

And the followers seemed like zombies, their pupils gradually expanding, blankly staring at the Black Sword, while a wisp of black mist emerged from their chests.

All the world's darkness absorbed clean.

The black clouds and thick fog in the sky were also all drawn into the Black Sword, suddenly leaving the sky bright again, with sunlight shining anew.

The Black Sword gathered more and more energy and Spiritual Energy, starting to tremble autonomously, vibrating with piercing humming, as if it was about to come alive.

With a swish!

All the black matter was absorbed into the sword body by the Black Sword, the whole world froze, and the sword body ceased trembling, gathering power for its impending explosion.

Sure enough.

Boom!

A deafening sound drilled into everyone's ears.

A beam of black light shot out from the Black Sword, pushing forward like a shockwave, rocking everyone sideways, their hearts trembling, suddenly coming back to their senses.

"Wha... what happened?!"

"What just happened?"

"What happened to me?"

The followers were surprised and baffled, as if they had lost a few seconds of memory, having no idea what they had just done.

But now.

They could clearly see the power of the Black Sword had increased.

Frightening.

Terrifying.

Fear.

Merciless.

If this sword pierced into Lin Fan, he would certainly crumble, possibly even be absorbed into the Black Sword, becoming nourishment.

They all turned deathly pale, terrified.

"Go die."

Ling Wudeng swung the Black Sword, pointed at Lin Fan, saying casually.

The Black Sword rotated in his hand, chopping down towards Lin Fan's forehead.

One breath!

Two breaths!

Three breaths!

They all held their breath instantly, not daring to make a sound, even their breathing paused.

Ling Wudeng also remained calm, not suspecting any unexpected outcomes.

"Instant Escape!"

Just as the Black Sword was about to touch Lin Fan's forehead.

Lin Fan suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, letting out an angry roar, shaking the ground and mountains.

What?!

Ling Wudeng's mind instantly exploded, shocked and astonished!

To fall from halfway up the mountain, yet Lin Fan was unscathed?!

How was this possible!

Absolutely impossible!

His mind buzzed, dizzy, as if tons of bombs were exploding in his brain.

Retrieving the Black Sword was no longer possible.

And Lin Fan had already vanished from his sight!

A fraction of a breath!

He suddenly sensed an overwhelming murderous aura from behind, as golden light burst forth, accompanied by a hellish underworld breeze, howling and sweeping in.

Not good...

Ling Wudeng's heart skipped a beat, wanting to turn around, but it was already too late.

Lin Fan's lips curled up arrogantly.

"You're far from killing me!"

Hiss!

The Xuanyuan Sword slashed, intending to cleave Ling Wudeng into two!

The crowd was dumbfounded!

The scene before them was just too dramatic!

Lin Fan, seemingly doomed, had risen again!

Even having the chance to counterattack Ling Wudeng.

They couldn't help but cheer, their eyes wide open.

Boom!

Boom!

The Xuanyuan Sword sliced the void, producing sonic booms.

Directly aiming at Ling Wudeng!

However.

Ling Wudeng was ultimately a Middle Heavenly Venerate of the Second Layer and could wield the Black Sword.

He didn't give Lin Fan the chance to strike, but still made a blunder, his arm grazed by the Xuanyuan Sword, instantly blood spurted, streaming profusely.

Ling Wudeng staggered back a few steps, heart palpitating.

Luckily, he dodged in time, otherwise he truly would have been slain by Lin Fan.

This kid is interesting!

Ling Wudeng's face twitched, filled with frenzy and excitement, his eyes flashing with a fierce and bloodthirsty gleam.