Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City Chapter 1285 1283: The Heroic Father and Worthless Son—I'm T

Feng Qingshui's head buzzed, and his mind went blank.

He suddenly widened his eyes, staring directly at the dense crowd.

He saw the crowd gradually making way, and Mo Ningxiang's cries getting closer to him.

Suddenly.

The figures of Mo Ningxiang and Mo Kun appeared in the crowd, both being pushed by several armored n, walking directly towards him.

Feng Qingshui's eyes suddenly ignited with fury, shouting fiercely and nacingly.

"Who are you?! What do you want, let go of Ningxiang, take it out on ! What's your damn skill in dealing with won!"

"Won?"

Ling Haoyan sneered slyly, raising an eyebrow.

"She may be a woman, but she is also the Clan Leader of the Xuan Clan. I captured her because of her status, not because of her gender. Old Feng, do not get it wrong. Also, you want to know who I am, right? No problem, I can tell you. My na is Ling Haoyan, and Ling Wudeng is my father."

As he spoke, he raised a foot and stomped heavily on Feng Qingshui's calf, causing flesh and blood to explode instantly.

Feng Qingshui scread in agony, collapsing to the ground and shaking violently.

"Ling... Ling Wudeng?"

"That's right, since Lin Fan is Zhu Gongzi's prey, I have no way to interfere, so I won't insist. After all, Zhu Gongzi is from the Five Elents Realm, not soone I can provoke, so I have to vent it on you instead. If there are any complaints, take them to the Underworld and tell Lin Fan, because he caused you to beco like this." Ling Haoyan said with a strange tone, shrugging his shoulders.

Mo Ningxiang felt a pang in her heart but directly focused on the wrong point.

"Will Brother Lin Fan die?"

"Ha ha, it's really funny, you're dead but still concerned about Lin Fan's life and death. But you all will et in Hell eventually, I'll tell you." Ling Haoyan tilted his mouth wryly, looking like he deserved a beating. "Yes, Lin Fan will die because he simply isn't a match for Zhu Qilue Gongzi. In the end, people from the Suru Continent still fall short compared to the Five Elents Realm. If I could, I would definitely go to the Five Elents Realm, leaving you bunch of worthless ants behind."

Seeing Mo Ningxiang anxious to tears, Ling Haoyan found it exceedingly amusing. Thinking that if she was dead anyway, why not make her suffer more before dying, completely crush her emotions.

"Seeing you so pathetic, here's a little more news. Up to now, Zhu Qilue hasn't retaliated, but Lin Fan is already exhausted. This is just naked humiliation, wanting Lin Fan to die embarrassingly. It's simply not too brutal, way more satisfying than doing it myself."

"Think of it, Lin Fan, now just like a toyed dog, has no strength at all, even struggling to lift the Xuanyuan Sword. In the end, he might kneel on the ground and plead with Zhu Gongzi to kill him; the scene is simply too thrilling, I look forward to it." Ling Haoyan said with interest, laughing unrestrainedly, as if he had killed Lin Fan by his own hands.

"No way... impossible... Brother Lin Fan won't surrender..." Mo Ningxiang muttered ambiguously, eyes filled with worry and concern.

This played right into Ling Haoyan's hands.

In fact, though Lin Fan seed weary, he wasn't yet to the point of kneeling and asking for rcy, and his character would never allow him to act like that.

Mo Ningxiang, caught in panic, though usually sharp and smart, lacked experience facing such critical situations, soon got drawn into Ling Haoyan's emotional trap and couldn't extricate herself.

"Bullshit!"

But Feng Qingshui chuckled, spitting a mouthful of bloody saliva, squinting at Ling Haoyan.

"What are you supposed to be, Ling Wudeng's son? It's laughable, the gifted and talented youths on the Suru Continent all have nas; yet, you have to rely on your father's reputation to be recognized. Frankly, you're just a second-generation. A trash stuck in the Breakthrough Realm third level, is that fit to judge Lin Fan? Your old man died at Lin Fan's hands, you're afraid you will follow in his footsteps."

"It's indeed a joke!"

This directly hit Ling Haoyan's sore spot, his face suddenly changed color, alternating between green and red.

"You...what did you say?! Trash? You dare call trash?! I..."

Ling Haoyan hesitated for a mont, unsure how to retort.

Because.

He indeed is trash!

Undoubtedly, universally known trash!

If it weren't for his father Ling Wudeng, who would recognize him, Ling Haoyan?

Though he had a scary na, his strength did not match it at all, nothing even close.

Like a tall-nad person who grows up short, utterly laughable.

They say a father's hero a son's prowess.

But Ling Wudeng was clearly a hero, breaking cultivation realm barriers with the status of a retinue, reaching a level comparable to many Clan Leaders, nearly defying heaven.

However, his son is a downright loser.

Despite cultivating for so long, and consuming so many cultivation resources, only managed to reach Breakthrough Realm third level.

Like studying, without talent, even if pouring massive amounts of money, might only get into a diocre school.

That's the situation with Ling Haoyan.

And it's an open secret, though everyone doesn't say it out of courtesy to Ling Wudeng, they all understand very clearly in their hearts.

Just like this ti when replacing his father's position, many people openly opposed.

The reason is simple.

A trash at Breakthrough Realm third level, what qualifies him to be Dongn Buju's retinue?!

Ling Haoyan was indeed embarrassed then, if not for Dongn Buju forcefully overruling the opposition, he'd probably have spun off sky high.

But.

Although taking his father's forr position, Ling Haoyan always felt uneasy inside, as if countless eyes were watching him.

Therefore, he was eager to prove himself, prove he indeed is Ling Wudeng's son, prove he truly deserves this position!

Thus, when capturing Mo Ningxiang, Feng Qingshui, and Mo Kun, he was so determined.

Fortunately.

Heaven doesn't disappoint the determined.

At last, managed to seize these three, as long as he presents them to Dongn Buju, he made great achievents, then no one would dare question his identity and status.

But Feng Qingshui, unexpectedly in front of everyone, exposed his secrets, publicly ridiculing him as trash!

Ling Haoyan was furious, burning with rage.

Feng Qingshui lay on the ground, tilting his head and grinning with blood-stained teeth.

"Unhappy? That's right, an ant-like trash like you should focus on cultivating, raise your cultivation realm, instead of causing trouble here. At least achieve your father's accomplishnts, right? Otherwise, hard to convince the crowd, and if I rember correctly, Ling Wudeng should be a Middle Heavenly Venerate, right? Tsk tsk, seems troubleso for you, might take who knows how long."

"Have you said enough already!" Ling Haoyan mocked badly, his heart burning with fury.

"Haven't said enough, you have tons of flaws, hard to finish at once. But I can assure you, if you harm Ningxiang one bit, I won't spare you, neither will Lin Fan! You can imagine your miserable death at that ti."

Feng Qingshui returned the mockery, his intention simple, focused all attention on himself.

He feared Mo Ningxiang being hard in the slightest, thus changed his forr serious personality, endlessly mocked with things he wasn't good at, unexpectedly angering Ling Haoyan to death.