Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1284 - 1282: With the Last Ounce of Strength—Kill!

"Damn it! I thought you were so badass, but you're just a wimp! Then why the hell were you pretending? You scared me so bad I almost pissed my pants, damn it!"

Feng Qingshui lay in a pool of blood, his eyes blurred by the mixture of sweat and blood, unable to see the person in front of him clearly. The wounds on his body burst open, and blood gushed out like a fountain, making his breathing weak and slow.

However, the soldiers showed no intention of stopping.

Feng Qingshui's arrogant attitude earlier had scared them enough to almost flee in panic. Naturally, they were embarrassed and felt deceived and humiliated.

Clearly powerless, yet he pretended to be all-powerful, directly intimidating them.

How could this not make these young, hot-blooded soldiers angry?

They were absolutely furious!

The matter that could have been resolved long ago was made difficult and humiliating, so the soldiers didn't bother with the escaping Mo Ningxiang and Mo Kun, instead seizing Feng Qingshui and beating him to the brink of death.

However.

Feng Qingshui didn't mind.

Because he had already prepared for this mentally. Since he was seriously injured, there was no way he could both protect Mo Ningxiang's safety and ensure his own survival.

One had to be chosen.

So.

He chose the former without hesitation, protecting Mo Ningxiang's safety and giving up his own life.

This was a bloodstained path forged for Mo Ningxiang. As Mo Chen's attendant and the Xuan Clan's most loyal guardian, he had no regrets!

He owed Mo Ningxiang because he couldn't absolve himself from Mo Chen's death. If it weren't for his foolishness back then, Mo Chen might not have died, and the Xuan Clan wouldn't have fallen to this point.

Therefore, he must protect Mo Ningxiang, protect Mo Chen's only bloodline!

Amidst the soldiers' punches and kicks.

Feng Qingshui slowly turned his head, looking at the bustling crowd. Mo Ningxiang had disappeared into it, so she should be safe by now, and he could rest assured.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of kindness.

Swish!

He suddenly gripped the Silver Sword in his hand, using the last trace of Spiritual Energy in his body, and looked at the soldier cursing him!

This was his last dignity as Feng Qingshui, the attendant of the Xuan Clan's Clan Leader!

He would rather die standing than live kneeling.

Even knowing his time was short, he had to drag that cursing soldier to Hell with him!

Thud—

Thud thud thud—

The soldier was still baring his teeth, ready to vent his anger, but stopped just before delivering a powerful punch.

Because his head fell to the ground like a ball, bouncing a few times, and rolled to the side. His face still had a ferocious expression, baring teeth and wide eyes.

Bang!

The headless corpse, with a raised fist, fell to the ground with a crash, a horrifying sight.

The crowd gasped, retreating a few steps, distancing themselves from Feng Qingshui.

Nobody expected that this guy, clearly delirious and barely breathing, still had the strength to slash out a sword. Where on earth did he get the Spiritual Power?!

The soldiers looked at each other, not daring to step forward, fearing they would be the unlucky ones.

"Haha!"

"Hahaha!"

Feng Qingshui turned over, lying on his back on the ground, looking at the azure sky and white clouds, mocking freely.

"Is that all the skill and quality you Heavenly Clan soldiers have?! I can chop your heads off with a casual swing, and you call yourselves undefeatable, what a joke! You can't even beat me, an old man lying on the ground, what a bunch of crap, come on! Kill me!"

He said this knowing he was doomed, trying to buy time, at least allowing Mo Ningxiang to reach a safe place. So he aimed to provoke the soldiers, drawing their attention to himself.

At the same time, as the Xuan Clan Clan Leader's attendant, he truly despised these so-called invincible Heavenly Clan troops, utterly vulnerable! Who bragged so hard, nothing but trash. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

However.

This tactic didn't work.

Not because he didn't attract the soldiers' attention, but because they dared not attack him again, for it truly meant death!

So.

The soldiers shifted their focus to the more easily manageable Mo Ningxiang.

It wasn't so much a pursuit of fugitives as it was cowardice.

"That woman ran, brothers, chase her!"

"Yes! That woman is the priority, ignore this guy, let him rot here."

"The Clan Leader said only catching the woman earns a reward, nothing else matters."

The soldiers found various excuses, leaving Feng Qingshui behind, and stumbled in pursuit of Mo Ningxiang's direction.

Feng Qingshui was stunned, boiling with rage.

"Your enemy is me! It's me!"

His body weak and powerless, unable to stand, he could only lie on the ground and wildly swing the Silver Sword, trying to stop the soldiers chasing Mo Ningxiang.

"Come at me, come at me!"

Even though he shouted with all his might, and attempted to attack the others with the Silver Sword.

He couldn't slow down the soldiers at all, the Silver Sword not even touching them. He could only lie on the ground, watching helplessly as the soldiers fled in panic.

Damn it...

Feng Qingshui thought helplessly.

Unexpectedly backfired! He planned to die with dignity, taking one down if he could, but these cowardly bastards ran straight away.

"Damn it!"

He cursed viciously, "No, I can't let them keep chasing, I must stop them."

With this resolve, Feng Qingshui clutched the Silver Sword tightly, rolled over, supporting himself with his hands, and shakily knelt on the ground, trying to stand up.

His eyes were already blurred, the blood and sweat sticking to them, extremely uncomfortable.

Still, he struggled to support himself, wanting to catch up with the fleeing soldiers.

Suddenly!

Feng Qingshui was kicked hard in the back, knocking him to the ground.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and his vision went black.

"Where do you think you're running! Get back here!"

A thunderous roar pierced through the Void, terrifying the fleeing soldiers to stop abruptly.

The soldiers looked back, their hearts tearing in fear.

Standing on Feng Qingshui was Ling Haoyan, the son of Ling Wudeng!

Since his father Ling Wudeng was killed by Lin Fan.

Ling Haoyan had inherited his father's position, status, and mantle, becoming the new attendant of Dongmen Buju and, with revenge for his father's death, became the Main City's military commander of the Heavenly Clan!

All Heavenly Clan soldiers stationed at the Main City were under his command.

Not just to protect Dongmen Buju, but also to slay Lin Fan in revenge!

He thought this opportunity would take a long time, never expecting the enemy would come so soon, and three at that!

Ling Haoyan sneered coldly, stepping heavily on Feng Qingshui, unable to face Lin Fan, his anger was directed at these people.

Crack!

Crack!

Feng Qingshui felt sharp pain at his scalp, as if being skinned, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

"Falling into my hands means dying won't be easy. But are you happy that Mo Ningxiang wasn't caught? Heh, sorry."

Just as he finished speaking.

A sharp, piercing scream sounded.

"Let go of me! Let go, Brother Lin Fan!"

It was Mo Ningxiang's voice!