Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City Chapter 1289 - 1287: So What If You’re an Ant? I’ll Kill You

"Don’t push ."

Lin Fan’s voice trembled as he gritted his teeth and growled softly. His throat felt like it had been sanded with sandpaper, producing a deep, hoarse roar, like a beast cornered, letting out its final roar.

Zhu Qilue sneered coldly.

"Then I really want to see what your skills will be pushed to the brink. To , you’re just a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor ant. I’m curious to see what you’ll show after an outburst. I await with bated breath."

Lin Fan panted, his eyes blood-red.

Suddenly!

He closed his eyes, and his breathing suddenly steadied.

Zhu Qilue raised his eyebrow, watching curiously, about to mock him.

Suddenly!

Lin Fan abruptly opened his eyes.

Instant Escape!

His silhouette vanished from Zhu Qilue’s sight in the space of a breath, directly appearing behind him. The Xuanyuan Sword pierced through the void, silently aiming at the back of Zhu Qilue’s head.

It’s known that larger movents make louder sounds. Yet, Lin Fan’s wide-open and dramatic movents made not a single sound, quietly sneaking up behind Zhu Qilue like a cat.

"What?!"

Zhu Qilue’s face turned pale with shock; the previous mocking expression quickly vanished as he cried out in panic, turning around to evade.

But he was a step too late.

Swish!

The Xuanyuan Sword left a gash on Zhu Qilue’s face, instantly causing blood to gush.

Everyone was dumbfounded!

Speechless.

No one believed soone from the Five Elents Realm could be injured, especially by the sword of a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor!

It was simply unbelievable.

Even Zhu Qilue was stunned. Although Lin Fan had hurt him before, he thought it was because of his own carelessness. With Lin Fan’s level, approaching him was impossible, much less injuring him.

However.

The sight before him was a harsh slap to his pride.

Not only did Lin Fan injure him, but he also left a mark on his face, disfiguring him.

Zhu Qilue covered his facial wound, eyes wide with shock.

"How is this possible... This is impossible..."

Stunned.

Astonished.

Baffled.

Confused.

This guy is certainly beyond a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor cultivation level. He’s hiding sothing; otherwise, it wouldn’t be possible to seriously injure on the first strike.

"Lin Fan!"

Zhu Qilue felt deeply humiliated, being wounded by an ant from the Suru Continent in front of so many eyes. He was full of bravado earlier, letting Lin Fan attack freely.

Suddenly, his face turned crimson with embarrassnt.

Yet Lin Fan paid no attention to him.

Seeing Zhu Qilue injured and retreating, he showed no sign of chasing after victory but instead turned and sprinted into the crowd.

Zhu Qilue was startled; this boy injured him and now was fleeing.

His eyes twitched maliciously, his body soaring lightly into the air, rapidly arriving before Lin Fan.

Boom!

A pillar of fla erupted from the ground beneath Lin Fan’s feet, shooting skyward.

Lin Fan reacted swiftly, shifting sideways a step; the fla pillar soared beside him. He felt the burn on his arm, but paid no mind and relentlessly sprinted towards the direction of Mo Ningxiang’s voice.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Three more fla pillars followed, rising like fire dragons from the earth, yet none hard Lin Fan. Instead, spectators, despite keeping a distance, were scorched by the heat wave.

No one knew how Lin Fan survived amidst the flas; it was a miracle!

Seeing he couldn’t stop Lin Fan, Zhu Qilue, enraged, launched frantic attacks on Lin Fan. He suddenly spread his arms, fingers tightly together, murderous intent surged forth from his body.

"Rise!"

Rumble.

A wall of fire rose before Lin Fan, blocking every possible path.

"Where do you think you’re running to; this wall of fire is indestructible. No matter what you try, you can’t destroy it."

No sooner were the words spoken.

The Xuanyuan Sword cut across the sky with golden light.

With a loud explosion, earth-shaking, mountain-moving, the fire wall blocking the path shattered, sending flaming debris skyward, which fell to the ground like raindrops.

The scene instantly turned into fiery rain!

Everyone fled, crying aloud.

Though the flas on the stones were small, they brought unprecedented pain upon contact, yet when many stones fell on Lin Fan, he didn’t utter a sound, his heart entirely focused on Mo Ningxiang’s safety.

The flas burned on the ground, yet Lin Fan appeared oblivious, stepping firmly over the scorching temperatures, heedless of peril, charging forward.

Yet the fire wall inevitably slowed his pace.

At so point, Zhu Qilue had already blocked his path with an aggressive deanor.

"You’re truly crazy."

These words might be considered praise; Zhu Qilue never imagined an ant could possess such courage, directly breaking through his onslaught, almost escaping his grasp.

And this person was from the Suru Continent!

Soone he normally looked down upon as an ant!

Zhu Qilue, as one of the Five Elents Realm, naturally wouldn’t complint soone from the Suru Continent. Just as one wouldn’t tell an ant, "You’re aweso."

But calling him crazy was the most apt praise he could offer.

For Lin Fan was indeed running like a madman, disregarding everything before him.

Though Zhu Qilue knew not whom Lin Fan aid to save, he speculated it must be soone extrely important; otherwise, Lin Fan wouldn’t show such determination.

"Interesting, truly interesting."

Zhu Qilue chuckled, sweating from chasing Lin Fan, about to wipe his brow.

Yet he saw Lin Fan dragging the Xuanyuan Sword, stepping towards him.

The sword’s tip marked a long trail upon the ground.

Zhu Qilue was stunned, about to straighten to fight, but Lin Fan’s figure suddenly vanished!

Precisely, not vanished, but transford into an afterimage.

Seven phantom images of Lin Fan appeared before him, trailing long as they mystically rushed at him.

Zhu Qilue froze, staggering back two steps, nearly stumbling to the ground.

Lin Fan’s posture was such that he would slay gods if blocked, destroy Buddha if obstructed! As if no one in the world could hinder his steps, even Zhu Qilue from the Five Elents Realm was powerless.

How could this be?

Zhu Qilue’s mind buzzed with disbelief. Though superior in rank, this boy induced panic in him.

Surely, like an ant, easily crushed, but with unyielding montum, he charged head-on, inexplicably unsettling him.

What on earth was going on?!

Slash!

Just as Zhu Qilue pondered, a golden light pierced through his body, leaving behind a trail of crimson blood.

He stood dumbfounded, like immobilized by a pressure point, unable to believe.

Before him, Lin Fan expressionlessly withdrew the Xuanyuan Sword, its golden blade stained with Zhu Qilue’s blood.