Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1282 - 1280: A Starved Camel Is Still Bigger Than a Horse!

Clang!

Clang!

The sound of weapons clashing was deafening!

Blades collided, sparks flew everywhere!

Huff—

Huff—

Two breaths came rapidly, their eyes met, and there was a murderous intent gushing from their fierce eyes.

Feng Qingshui grimaced, gripping the sword hilt with both hands, using all his strength to push the opponent away.

The opponent flew backward, tracing an arc in the air, and landed heavily on the ground, right where he charged from.

Feng Qingshui also staggered back two or three steps, almost losing balance until he steadied himself by stabbing the sword into the ground.

At that moment.

He was covered in blood, as if just emerging from a massacre in purgatory. But this was only the beginning; the blood on him was from old wounds reopening, gushing out from cracked injuries.

Yet he still protected Mo Ningxiang behind him, glaring fiercely at the soldiers blocking the way ahead.

Feng Qingshui gasped heavily, his cheeks twitching, his eyes like a trapped beast, searching for a hope to break through, searching for a way to survive.

He hadn't expected the opponent to arrive so quickly.

He had planned to reach the Heavenly Clan Main City as early as possible. Today, Lin Fan and Zhu Qilue's duel would surely draw massive crowds, and amidst them, they could sneak close. Dongmen Buju would never find their whereabouts among millions.

But this plan fell through.

Right in front of them was the Heavenly Clan Main City; they even heard the roar of excitement from the city. However, the Heavenly Clan soldiers, who had received the news, blocked them outside the city gates.

Just a step away!

Feng Qingshui, unwilling to give in, coldly scanned the soldiers surrounding them.

If he weren't wounded, these small fry wouldn't even be worth considering, and he could defeat them in no time.

But there were no ifs.

It was already extremely difficult for him to reach here with his severe injuries, defeating these ants was as hard as reaching the sky.

Feng Qingshui thought, glancing at Mo Kun beside him.

That guy being appointed as the Deputy General of the Xuan Clan army was unbelievable! Now he was almost wetting his pants in fear, shaking so much that he could barely hold his sword.

He felt helpless internally; it seemed this guy was unreliable.

"Old Feng, are you okay?" Mo Ningxiang asked with concern, her eyes full of urgency.

On one hand, she saw Feng Qingshui covered in blood, on the other, she heard the roars from the Main City, worrying about Lin Fan. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"N... No problem! Clan Leader, step back a bit; when the fight begins, you might get hurt. Don't worry, these ants can't do anything to me. Crushing them will only take a moment."

Feng Qingshui grasped his long sword with one hand, veins bulging on his arm, and trembling, he forced himself to stand up, holding his head high, feeling the wind blowing past him.

He gritted his teeth and spoke, the corners of his mouth tipped with a sneer as he looked at the twenty-something Heavenly Clan soldiers in front of him.

"Did that old bandit Dongmen Buju just send you few minions here to die? Don't you know who I, Feng Qingshui, am?! You're simply here to get caught between my teeth."

Feng Qingshui laughed out loud.

The blood on his body had already coagulated, turning from bright red to heavy black, emitting a nauseating stench of blood.

Yet the pain over his body had become numb.

He could hardly feel his own body, relying solely on his willpower to hold on.

His voice boomed like thunder, exploding in the ears of the crowd, scaring the soldiers to stumble backward, with doubt arising in their hearts.

"Is this guy still human? He's soaked in blood yet has such a strong presence."

"Whoever wants to go up first, go ahead. I'll clean up."

"Simply not human..."

"I think I shouldn't have come."

The soldiers hadn't moved and were already terrified by Feng Qingshui's aura, wanting to retreat in their minds.

They merely tested Feng Qingshui's skills and thought his injury would make him easier to handle. Unexpectedly, he turned out even more violent and ruthless than before. So no one wanted to be the first, each hoping a comrade would go first, then they could follow and claim the credit.

Everyone thought this way, so everyone hesitated.

No one dared to step forward, they could only yell.

"You... You better surrender quickly, so I won't have to catch you! If I catch you... Y... You're gonna regret it!"

Feng Qingshui sneered, dismissive.

He started observing his surroundings sharply, trying to find a flaw among the soldiers.

Seeing they were so close to the Heavenly Clan Main City, once inside, they'd merge into the crowd like a tree leaf into the forest, a stream into the sea, a grain of sand into the desert, completely impossible to find.

Finding three people among millions was like searching for a needle in a haystack; it wasn't possible.

Moreover.

Even if he couldn't get inside, he had to ensure Mo Ningxiang's safety, at least letting her blend in while he opened a bloody path.

"Just you few want to capture me? Hmph, laughable!"

Feng Qingshui fiercely shook his long sword, the blade vibrating, letting out a sound like a dragon's cry, ear-splitting.

The soldiers quickly covered their ears, too scared to breathe.

"You... You..."

A soldier pointed at Feng Qingshui, about to shout.

Suddenly!

A black shadow flashed before him, and the soldier instantly felt a cold sensation on his neck, and like a tap being turned on, something inside him gushed out.

He touched it with his hand— it was crimson blood!

In a flicker, his throat had been slashed by Feng Qingshui, blood gushing out like a fountain.

He hurriedly dropped his dagger, covering his neck with both hands trying to stop the bleeding, but blood flowed through his fingers.

The soldier felt himself growing weaker, his limbs growing icy, and with a thud, he knelt on the ground before crashing onto it, dead beyond saving!

This scene sapped a large part of Feng Qingshui's strength, but he couldn't let others see that, so he put up a strong front.

The old adage— "a starved camel is bigger than a horse."

Even though severely wounded now, instantly dispatching a couple of small fry was no issue whatsoever.

The main task now was to carve a bloody way for Mo Ningxiang!

Can't stay here any longer.

Staying here longer would only feel more like a trapped beast, harder to escape.

If these soldiers had time to react and realized he was all bluff, and all twenty-plus swarmed him, he couldn't guarantee Mo Ningxiang's safety.

So the only chance now was to break through!

Break through with his life!

"Come on!"

Feng Qingshui stepped on the soldier's corpse, holding the Silver Sword, the blood-covered ground an alarming sight. His thunderous roars more intimidating, making the soldiers blocking the way not dare advance a step.

"Hmph, cowards. If you don't dare to attack, just stand there obediently! Otherwise, move, and you'll end up like this guy, dying instantly! What, think I'm easy prey just because I'm covered in blood? Go ahead and test, see who dies, you or me!"

Feng Qingshui shouted arrogantly and motioned to Mo Ningxiang.