Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1220: Giant Stone Rain Falls Within a 100-Li Radius!
"I'm so angry!"
"Ignorant brat, how dare you look down on us!"
"What do you think you are, to speak to us like that!"
"Just a mere Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, daring to be so arrogant. If we don't teach you a lesson today, you might really think you're invincible!"
"Courting death!"
Wei Zheng, Cao Huafeng, and Lv Tianwu were furious to the point of distortion, hurling insults noisily.
Lin Fan completely disregarded them.
They seemed like ants, like air, like trash, like garbage!
Lin Fan didn't even give them a proper glance.
Arrogant!
Too arrogant!
He did clash with Ling Wudeng, but wasn't he terribly defeated and heavily injured?
Moreover, if it hadn't been for the Fifth Sword Emperor meddling to help, he'd probably be dead at Ling Wudeng's hands by now.
How dare someone like that boast in front of them!
Wei Zheng, Cao Huafeng, and Lv Tianwu's faces were red, veins bulging in their eyes, their facial features distorted, their facial muscles twitching.
An overwhelming aura erupted from the three of them. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
Wei Zheng was at the first level of Lower Heavenly Venerate.
Cao Huafeng was also at the first level of Lower Heavenly Venerate.
Lv Tianwu was a Half-step Lower Heavenly Venerate.
No matter what.
The three at least possessed the strength of or approached the strength of a Heavenly Venerate, categorizing them as expert fighters on the Sumeru Continent.
Though they could not compare to top experts like Dongmen Buju, Ling Wudeng, or Jie Yuan.
But with such a Cultivation Realm, they were more than enough to deal with someone like Lin Fan, a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor.
Hence.
The three were so confident, believing they could effortlessly kill Lin Fan and avenge their humiliation.
"Three flies, making such a noise. Do you really think you can be on par with me? You're dreaming!"
Lin Fan leisurely spoke, his voice filled with mockery and disdain.
He glanced casually at the three, letting out a cold chuckle.
This chuckle was exceptionally piercing.
Even the other onlookers could feel Lin Fan's contempt.
Is this guy crazy?
Daring to challenge the Heavenly Venerates?!
And from the looks of it, he's ready to take on three Heavenly Venerates at once!
He's just a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor!
Although he narrowly escaped Ling Wudeng, this time he might not get away.
After all, there are three of them.
"I'm so angry I could die! I can't stand it. I'm going to tear this punk to pieces right now, or I won't be able to quell the rage in my heart!"
"Kill!"
Wei Zheng was the first to explode, unable to endure Lin Fan's mocking expression any longer.
The anger in his heart was burning fiercely.
He was very confident in himself.
Against a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, who wouldn't be confident?
He believed he could easily crush Lin Fan with just a finger.
"Ant! You'll pay for your arrogance!"
Wei Zheng shot forward like an arrow from a bow, swinging his fist at Lin Fan's head.
His fist tore through the void.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The deafening blasts sounded like the sonic boom of a fist breaking through the sound barrier.
Woah!
The crowd of followers erupted in shock.
Wei Zheng was putting everything into this attack, clearly aiming to leave Lin Fan with no place to be buried.
The onlookers couldn't help but secretly feel nervous for Lin Fan.
With a swish.
All eyes turned toward Lin Fan.
A breath!
Two breaths!
Three breaths!
Lin Fan suddenly shook his head slightly, lifting the corner of his mouth into a scornful and resigned smile.
"Too slow, too slow! With that speed, you still want to duel with me? You're overestimating yourself. Let me show you what true speed is."
"Slow?! What a joke!"
Wei Zheng felt a sudden trepidation at Lin Fan's words, sweat beading on his forehead for reasons unknown, his back damp with cold sweat, and his steps grew heavy.
Lin Fan didn't even need to use Instant Escape.
He simply flashed.
And appeared right in front of Wei Zheng, delivering a punch with a speed far surpassing Wei Zheng's.
In a thousandth of a breath!
Lin Fan's fist had already slammed into Wei Zheng's face.
Boom!
Wei Zheng's whole face caved in, twisted, exploded, grotesque!
His forward momentum came to a sudden halt, and after a brief pause, his head crashed to the ground, sending him bouncing and rolling back like a ball!
Bang!
Bang!
...
Wei Zheng tumbled nearly a hundred meters away before stopping.
Lying there like a dead dog, motionless.
His face completely collapsed, unrecognizable, bleeding from every orifice, dead beyond dead!
One punch.
Killed Wei Zheng!
Ling Wudeng raised an eyebrow.
Was Lin Fan too strong or Wei Zheng too weak?
He wasn't sure.
But what he was sure of was that Lin Fan came prepared this time, formidable and not as reckless as before.
The crowd of followers gasped, staring in astonishment at Lin Fan, their scalps tingling.
Wei Zheng, with the strength of a first-level Lower Heavenly Venerate, was killed by Lin Fan with a single punch!
And without any chance to retaliate, let alone defend, they couldn't even see where Lin Fan's hands were, or how he struck!
A mere Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, but such speed!
The remaining Cao Huafeng and Lv Tianwu were scared out of their wits, their souls almost leaving their bodies.
Standing there like wooden stakes, not daring to move.
Their gaze fixed on the lifeless Wei Zheng, jaws dropped, unable to close their mouths for a long time.
Fear.
Rage.
Helplessness.
Terror.
Surprise.
A myriad of emotions intertwined in their hearts, an unprecedented and incredibly complex feeling.
Wanting to run but unable.
They found themselves in the most desperate of situations.
Under everyone's gaze.
How could they continue on the Sumeru Continent if they ran? There's no way Ling Wudeng would value them.
However, having already betrayed everything, they couldn't return to the Ancient Clan.
But if they stayed, would they meet the same fate as Wei Zheng, killed with a single blow?
The two of them stared at each other, petrified.
"Why aren't you moving? Afraid? Haha, if you kneel and kowtow, calling me granddaddy, maybe I'll spare you. But with your treachery, you'd only be despised by all. And do you really think Ling Wudeng would take you in?"
Lin Fan wasn't surprised by Wei Zheng's death; he had experienced such encounters countless times.
He was already accustomed to it.
The number of people who saw him as just a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor and tried to bully him were too numerous to count, most of whom now had grass two meters high on their graves.
"Afraid... how could... how could I be afraid! Grandpa's dictionary doesn't even... have the word fear!"
Cao Huafeng, though terrified, showed it in his shaky voice and stuttering speech.
But he still shouted with all his might, trying to use his roar to scare Lin Fan away.
He couldn't help but regret.
Why did he decide to cross paths with Lin Fan?
If he'd known... If he'd only swallowed his anger... Why did he have to pick a fight?
Cao Huafeng's legs felt weak, a strong urge to turn and run welling up inside.
But with Ling Wudeng behind him and the crowd watching.
He yelled internally, feeling like he was being roasted alive!
"Dammit, I'll fight you with all I've got!"
He suddenly erupted with a determination free of fear of death, his body tensing with power, looking like he was made of steel and iron.
He looked terrifying.
Yes, he looked terrifying!
Because within a few breaths, he would be just like Wei Zheng, lying on the ground, unable to move.
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