Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1211 - 1209: Ling Wudeng’s Ambition!

Lin Fan woke up groggily.

The last image in his mind was Ling Wudeng's ferocious face suddenly appearing in the darkness, wielding the Black Sword and slashing down at his head.

He had no choice but to raise the Xuanyuan Sword with all his might to block it.

Clang!

A loud sound, like thunder, exploded in Lin Fan's ears.

The two swords clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

Lin Fan grew increasingly exhausted, his legs already sunk nearly a meter into the ground!

Every bone in his body was creaking, as if ready to shatter at any moment.

His internal organs were churning, as if trying to rush out of his throat.

That feeling.

Was unbearable, worse than death.

If not for Mo Ningxiang supporting him, he might have already collapsed into the pit, his Divine Sense obliterated.

Though Lin Fan was cornered, he was constantly thinking of counterattacking.

But Ling Wudeng showed not the slightest flaw, leaving him no chance at all.

He could only await death.

Indeed.

He could only watch helplessly as Ling Wudeng closed in, ready to cut him in two.

Moreover.

What shocked him even more.

Was that the golden light emitted by the Xuanyuan Sword was growing dimmer, as if being absorbed by the Black Sword, the golden glow fading bit by bit, like a lost soul.

Lin Fan knew in his heart that the situation was dire, but he was helpless.

His body was as heavy as lead, leaving him without the strength to move even a step.

Despair.

Frustration.

Helplessness.

At this moment, Lin Fan's mind was still on Mo Ningxiang.

At the crucial moment!

The black fog suddenly split open, and light shone through the crack.

Instantly!

The dark mist enveloping Lin Fan shrank back, as if fearing the light, rapidly retreating into the Black Sword.

Lin Fan faintly sensed someone rushing over, and Ling Wudeng immediately withdrew his power, his body going limp and falling to the ground, his head spinning, and his vision blurring.

"Lin Fan—Lin Fan—"

He seemed to hear a familiar voice calling from afar, though the words were barely audible.

The Xuanyuan Sword in his hand slackened, and Lin Fan fell backward.

Whew—

Lin Fan gasped coldly and suddenly opened his eyes, sitting up straight.

He quickly felt his body, finding that his heart was still beating, that he wasn't dead.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Where is this place?

He frowned in confusion, surveying his surroundings.

It was a simple small room, with nothing but the bed he lay upon, quiet and serene.

How did he end up here? He struggled to recall the dream he just had, which was also his memory before passing out.

Suddenly realizing, he understood someone had saved him and brought him to this place.

Who?

He struggled to get out of bed to investigate.

But as soon as he turned, his whole body ached as if it had fallen apart, and sweat as large as beans dripped onto the bed.

It was then he realized his clothes were soaked with sweat, as if he had been fished out of water.

The duel with Ling Wudeng earlier had drained his Spiritual Power and energy, even overloading him to the point where he couldn't even muster the strength to get out of bed now.

Just as he sat by the bed, sweating coldly.

The door suddenly opened.

The Fifth Sword Emperor walked in, exclaiming in surprise.

"Why are you out of bed?"

"Sword Emperor?"

Lin Fan was taken aback, never expecting the Fifth Sword Emperor to be his savior.

"It was you... who saved me?"

The Fifth Sword Emperor didn't hurry to answer but helped Lin Fan lie down before speaking slowly: "After you left the main city of the Xuan Clan, I was restless, always feeling something was going to happen. So, I discussed with Feng Qingshui about going to Changliu Mountain to check things out, and there I saw you entangled with Ling Wudeng."

The Fifth Sword Emperor paused, sighing deeply.

"I couldn't just watch you die."

"But you were opposing Dongmen Buju."

"So what? I opposed plenty of people when I was young; one more doesn't matter."

The Fifth Sword Emperor chuckled lightly, but the unease in his eyes didn't escape Lin Fan.

However.

Lin Fan didn't say anything further. After all, it was a gesture of goodwill, and making a fuss might displease the Fifth Sword Emperor.

"No matter what, you saved my life."

"Don't say that; if you hadn't held on, not even a god descending would have saved you. By the way, you're quite bold, daring to clash with Ling Wudeng even as a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor. You have quite the nerve." The Fifth Sword Emperor laughed, saying.

"I had no choice."

Lin Fan didn't laugh, his expression grave and serious, his eyes full of worry.

"Mo Ningxiang's fate is unknown; she must be terrified on the mountain alone. I must go up the mountain, I must."

"Sigh..." The Fifth Sword Emperor sighed, unsure if he was lamenting Lin Fan's recklessness or his feelings for Mo Ningxiang.

"Even so, you shouldn't go head-on; Ling Wudeng is not an opponent easily defeated. Though he's merely a subordinate of Dongmen Buju, his Cultivation Realm surpasses many Clan Leaders. Moreover, though he appears calm and composed, he is ambitious."

"Ambitious?"

"I can see from his eyes that he's unhappy living under others' roofs, unwilling to be Dongmen Buju's subordinate forever."

The Fifth Sword Emperor spoke with a subtle unease in his voice.

Lin Fan noticed it too.

Understood immediately that the Fifth Sword Emperor was worried about Mo Ningxiang.

This time, due to Dongmen Nu, Dongmen Buju was furious and vowed to retaliate against the Xuan Clan.

Though seemingly grandly inviting Mo Ningxiang to Changliu Mountain,

In reality, everyone knew what sinister motives were hidden.

But despite knowing, there was no way to stop it, given that Dongmen Buju's Heavenly Clan controlled the Sumeru Continent.

If Mo Ningxiang couldn't return, if the Mo Family could no longer lead the Xuan Clan, or even exist.

If Ling Wudeng truly harbors ambition, he would definitely want the Mo Family to perish, seizing this opportunity to rise to power and become the new Clan Leader of the Xuan Clan.

"Would Ling Wudeng use Dongmen Buju to achieve his goals?" Lin Fan's heart trembled, his face turning pale with shock.

"It's not exactly using, but he'll at least encourage Dongmen Buju to consider that direction." The Fifth Sword Emperor sighed, his tone full of helplessness.

Lin Fan's body shuddered, his face losing all color.

If that's the case, then Mo Ningxiang's situation is even more dangerous!

He hadn't thought of such a scenario before, but now, with the Fifth Sword Emperor's mention, it felt like plunging into icy water, cold to the bone.

"No... no!"

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, his eyes bloodshot.

"I have to rescue Ningxiang now; I can't let her stay up there alone."

Lin Fan quivered as he spoke, ready to get out of bed, but his body couldn't bear such exertion.

Sweat poured off him, gushing out.

But Lin Fan didn't care; even if it hurt, the excruciating pain, he had to go!

"What are you doing?!"

Seeing Lin Fan trying to stand, the Fifth Sword Emperor grabbed his arm.

"I have to rescue Ningxiang, she's in great danger now." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"How can you go in your condition? You can't even walk, how can you go? Even if you get there, it's just going to your death."

"I don't care!"

Lin Fan pushed away the Fifth Sword Emperor's hand, violently defiant.

However, as he tried to take a step forward, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.