Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1222 - 1220: Petty Tricks, You’re Too Naive!
Is Ling Wudeng afraid?!
Hard to say.
Because no one has ever seen him scared, not even a trace of fear on his face.
But.
At this moment, everyone felt that there was a hint of hesitation and bewilderment in Ling Wudeng's eyes.
Not enough to say fear, because Lin Fan was not yet powerful enough to make Ling Wudeng afraid.
However.
The aura that Lin Fan erupted, along with the instant killing of two Lower Heavenly Venerates, forced Ling Wudeng to look at him differently.
In just a short moment, Lin Fan seemed like a different person.
A transformation as if reborn.
Ling Wudeng's expression was indeed very grave, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
Even he himself didn't know what his emotions were at this moment.
Fear? Hardly.
Calm? Yet his heart was pounding.
Disdain? Lin Fan was brimming with murderous intent, and in one move, he killed two Lower Heavenly Venerates.
How did I not see his strength earlier?
Ling Wudeng thought to himself, puzzled and confused.
Lin Fan had no distractions, and his eyes were fixed solely on Ling Wudeng.
He didn't think about the gap in cultivation realms between them.
Nor did he think about how he almost lost his life when he lost earlier.
Nor did he think about Mo Ningxiang still waiting for him on the mountain.
One thought occupied his mind.
Kill Ling Wudeng!
Boom!
Lin Fan's eyes suddenly turned bloodthirsty and crimson, his body tensed up, an overwhelming momentum surged from within him, as if numerous beasts imprisoned in hell had responded to Lin Fan's call, viciously charging towards Ling Wudeng.
Roar!
Roar!
Roar!
Countless waves of energy transformed into ferocious beasts, baring their bloody mouths, their eyes cold and ruthless, roaring and lunging.
Ling Wudeng furrowed his brows.
"Kid, you actually held back earlier, didn't expect you hadn't used your full strength. Haha, but it's futile, even if you use all your strength, you're still my defeated foe."
After he spoke, he glared.
The ferocious beasts of hell had already lunged at him, ready to tear him apart.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
...
Countless explosions sounded, just like fireworks.
The beasts charging in exploded all at once, ultimately turning to air, drifting away with the wind.
"Child's play, do you think you can defeat me with this? You're too naive!"
Ling Wudeng's eye twitched, a fleeting flash of ferocity.
In the sky.
Countless giant stones suddenly appeared.
Just like the scene earlier when they blocked Lin Fan from ascending the mountain.
"Meteor Fall."
Ling Wudeng slightly raised his left hand, a faint blue light flickering in his palm.
Simultaneously.
The giant stones spun rapidly, with numerous stones spinning together, a ferocious wind arose.
A breath!
The ferocious wind howled, engulfing Lin Fan.
And engulfing the followers.
"Damn, I got sand in my mouth!"
"If you shut up, it won't get in!"
"These two are too terrifying, I'm not worthy to compete with them."
"You aren't even worthy to watch, let alone compete with them?"
The followers subconsciously had already considered Lin Fan as being on the same level as Ling Wudeng.
However.
They forgot that Lin Fan was merely a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, while Ling Wudeng was a Middle Heavenly Venerate!
The gap in their cultivation realms was like a chasm.
Yet their performances made it seem evenly matched.
What kind of monster is Lin Fan!
What kind of creature!
"Die!"
Ling Wudeng roared thunderously, his face twisted.
He could no longer suppress his inner impulse and frenzy, being driven mad by a mere Ninth Rank Saint Emperor. If word got out, wouldn't it be an absolute joke.
The number one follower of the Sumeru Continent, driven to the brink by a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor.
This joke would likely be told for thousands of years.
He absolutely could not let this happen.
Therefore.
He must kill Lin Fan, end this humiliation.
That's right.
In his view, fighting Lin Fan to this extent was already an open humiliation.
If he couldn't take Lin Fan down this time.
His reputation, prestige, and status would all be affected.
Rumble!
Countless boulders broke through the void, broke the sound barrier, making thunderous noises in mid-air, plummeting rapidly toward Lin Fan.
During the fall, at such speed, they directly turned into fireballs!
Trailing long tails, carrying fiery heat.
Ling Wudeng laughed.
Laughed arrogantly.
He believed that this time, Lin Fan definitely couldn't escape.
How to escape?!
Hahaha!
He was already laughing inside.
Excited.
Thrilled.
Joyful.
He even began to imagine himself carrying Lin Fan's head, appearing in front of Dongmen Buju and Mo Ningxiang, imagining their vastly different expressions.
Always calm Ling Wudeng, became restless, impatient.
Die!
Die for me!
Turn to blood mist, never to return, never to appear again.
This time.
The density of the stones far exceeded the previous ones, and their power was on another level, each stone carried world-shattering energy.
The followers were terrified, their eyes wide open, stunned, scared out of their wits, unable to move.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths!
"Run!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, and only then did the followers snap back to reality, scrambling to run backward.
Even Jie Yuan, clutching his wound, staggered and stumbled as he ran.
"If we don't run, we'll die!"
"It's too terrifying, is Ling Wudeng trying to destroy the Sumeru Continent?!"
"What is this... Someone tell me what this is!"
As they ran, they shouted in fear.
The boulders covered the sky, dense like raindrops, turning the entire sky red with fire, as if they would burn a huge hole in the sky.
Of course, the followers had to run, otherwise when these boulders fell, none of them would survive.
With their strength, there was no way they could withstand Ling Wudeng's attack.
This left no way for Lin Fan to survive, nor for them.
Or perhaps.
In Ling Wudeng's eyes, they were nothing more than insignificant ants and trash.
Jie Yuan stumbled as he ran.
But the range covered by the Flame Giant Stones was too vast!
It spanned as far as hundreds of miles!
Those uninjured followers might escape before the stones fell, but with his heavy injuries, he was too slow to escape.
After running for a while, he suddenly realized something, turned around, and saw Lin Fan still standing there.
His scalp tingled.
A chill ran down his spine.
This guy... has he gone mad?
Is he... seeking death?
"Lin Fan! Run! Lin Fan!"
Jie Yuan stopped, hysterically shouting at Lin Fan.
The followers looked back as they ran.
"Is this kid nuts? Does he think he can withstand the Meteor Fall?!"
"These are giant stones like raindrops, how can he dodge?"
"And with flames, leaving no room for survival."
"Jie Yuan, just leave, don't worry about him."
"This kid's gone mad, are you mad too?"
Yet Jie Yuan ignored the advice, still anxiously shouting at Lin Fan.
"Alright, Jie Yuan's gone mad too."
"Forget about them, let's just save ourselves."
"Oh my god, the stones are dropping!"
Lin Fan seemed to finally hear Jie Yuan's cries, turned around, and gave Jie Yuan a faint smile.
Calm and composed, at ease.
As if.
Nothing was happening.
