Blood spilled all over the ground!
Utterly tragic!
Lin Fan lay motionless on the ground, blood gushing from his shattered legs, the air thick with the nauseating scent of blood.
Sweat beads the size of peas erged on his forehead, and he stared fixedly in the direction of Mo Ningxiang, wanting desperately to crawl over even though his legs were crippled.
"Ningxiang, are you okay?"
Mo Ningxiang was already in tears, seeing Lin Fan's condition felt like her heart was being torn apart and ruthlessly trampled, the pain was indescribable.
"Brother Lin Fan..."
She forgot about the pain on her body; she wanted to reach Lin Fan's side and ease his pain.
However.
Just as she got to her feet.
Ling Haoyan didn't hesitate to land another elbow, striking Mo Ningxiang on the back.
Mo Ningxiang, not even standing steady yet, fell forward to the ground, her expression of pure agony.
"Damn it, where do you think you're going?! Acting like I'm not here, huh? Without my permission, you're not going anywhere."
Ling Haoyan's attitude was arrogant, a complete reversal from his previous cowardly deanor. For one, Dongn Buju had his back, allowing him to act with borrowed authority; second, Lin Fan was his father's killer, and while he feared Lin Fan's skills, he could only vent his anger on the defenseless Mo Ningxiang.
He grinned broadly and tauntingly raised an eyebrow at Lin Fan.
"Kid, do you want to save your woman? Then stand up, what's lying on the ground like? If not for your human face, I might've thought you were a dog with broken legs, truly pathetic, tsk tsk."
"Who the hell are you?!" Lin Fan's eyes flared with rage, a look of wanting to devour Ling Haoyan alive.
He was simply too angry!
His entire body trembled.
Striking Mo Ningxiang a second ti while she couldn't even fight back.
"If you have the guts, co at ! Picking on a woman, what kind of thing is that? If you're brave enough, co here, give your na, I'll chase you to the ends of the earth and won't let you go!"
The earth shook, the roar thunderous.
Lin Fan's roar was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears. Were his legs not injured, the boy would be dead already! There would be no room for him to be this arrogant.
Everyone felt the ground tremble, and took a sharp breath, staring at Lin Fan in awe.
This fellow, even with crippled legs, still possessed a threatening presence, his powerful aura almost suffocating.
Ling Haoyan was no exception.
His face turned ashen in a flash before turning deathly pale.
He knew how formidable Lin Fan was; otherwise, his father Ling Wudeng wouldn't have been killed by him. In his eyes, his father Ling Wudeng was second only to the East Gate Clan Leader, and this guy was able to kill his father, a truly monstrous figure.
But to his surprise.
Lin Fan, even with crippled legs, remained so fierce, a re roar making his heart tremble with fear.
Ling Haoyan's face twitched slightly.
Anger.
Fear.
Panic.
Terror.
He yearned to avenge his father and prove his own ability. Yet he held a deep-seated fear of Lin Fan, afraid into his very soul that even approaching Lin Fan might lead to his instant annihilation, leaving no ti to react.
Ling Haoyan was trembling, staring unblinkingly at the furious Lin Fan, his footsteps shifted but then retreated a step, hesitating to move forward.
"Co on! Coward!" Ling Haoyan's actions did not escape Lin Fan's eyes; he knew well that the opponent was just a cowardly rat, relying rely on Dongn Buju's influence to act with borrowed authority.
"You..." Ling Haoyan tried to retort, but the words stuck in his throat, leaving him at a loss and his steps more uncertain and confused.
If he didn't dare to face Lin Fan, he might face skepticism within the Heavenly Clan. Persistently assaulting Mo Ningxiang, a girl, not only tarnished his dignity but also the reputation of the Ling Family.
Damn it!
Fight Lin Fan!
He glared resolutely, tightening his grip on the military knife as he prepared to charge forward.
Suddenly, a figure blocked his path.
Dongn Buju stood with hands behind, smiling in front of Ling Haoyan.
"Where are you planning to go?"
"I want to kill him!" Ling Wudeng shot a vicious glare at Lin Fan, shouting in a low, hoarse voice.
"He's just a cripple now; is it worth quarreling with him? Don't forget, you're now my subordinate, and without my orders, you can't act on your own, understand?"
Dongn Buju's voice was light, yet carried an irresistible authority.
Ling Haoyan's heart trembled, and the murderous and malevolent aura on his face instantly dissipated, as he submissively and nervously lowered his head.
"Yes..."
"Stand down."
Ling Haoyan dared not utter another word, hunched over with his head bowed, sulking back to Mo Ningxiang's side.
"Subordinate?" Lin Fan heard their conversation, curiously asking. Just as Ling Wudeng had died, he hadn't expected Dongn Buju to find a new subordinate so quickly, albeit a coward.
Dongn Buju turned, smiling, looking at Lin Fan from above.
"Unexpected that Young Master Lin is so curious even in the face of death. But I can satisfy your curiosity. Yes, he is my subordinate. Perhaps you don't recognize him yet."
Just as the words fell.
Suddenly!
A round head appeared in front of Lin Fan.
Lin Fan looked closely, it was Feng Qingshui!
He was stunned.
Feng Qingshui was dead?! And his head had been chopped off!
Lin Fan suddenly recalled the earlier cry that sounded like Mo Ningxiang's wailing and shouting, realizing it was because of this.
"Dongn Buju!"
Before Lin Fan could unleash his fury, Dongn Buju stretched out his hand, interrupting with a sly smile.
"Don't rush to get angry at , I wasn't the one who killed him. Yelling at won't help, and in your current state, could you kill ? That's sheer wishful thinking. I'd advise you to calm down, or else if you provoke , with a flick of my finger, I could wipe out your Divine Sense."
"Who was it?!"
"Did I not say earlier that I'd satisfy your curiosity?" Dongn Buju smiled, beckoning to Ling Haoyan, who dared not delay, moving briskly forward.
"Ling Haoyan, my subordinate. Ling Wudeng's son, Feng Qingshui's head was chopped off by him."
Dongn Buju patted Ling Haoyan's shoulder, introducing him in a leisurely manner. It was more of a provocation, a blatant challenge to Lin Fan!
By crushing Lin Fan with his Cultivation Realm, crippling his legs to leave him unable to stand, leaving him only able to crawl, while arrogantly pushing Ling Haoyan forward.
All to humiliate Lin Fan!
Utmost humiliation!
As if saying, even such a cripple killed Feng Qingshui, if you have the ability, get up and take revenge.
The square fell into silence.
Naturally, everyone had heard of Feng Qingshui's na, a renowned Xuan Clan retainer.
Killed by what was recognized as a waste, only a three-layered Realm of Breakthrough, Ling Haoyan.
Although people didn't know Feng Qingshui was already heavily wounded at the ti, they didn't care, only knowing one thing the world would later share.
Ling Haoyan killed Feng Qingshui.
A waste killed a renowned retainer!
The Heavenly Clan mbers fell silent for a mont before breaking into joyous celebration, raising their arms and chanting, all shouting Ling Haoyan's na.
Yet Ling Haoyan appeared quite uneasy and guilty, knowing what Feng Qingshui's state was at the ti, his killing was sheer luck.
However, the thunderous cheering of the crowd eventually caused him to lose himself and his mory.
He also seed to affirm one thing.
That he indeed killed Feng Qingshui.
Indisputable!
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