Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1287 - 1285: Scared Pissless by a Mere Woman!

Chapter 1287: Chapter 1285: Scared Pissless by a Mere Woman!

Mo Ningxiang’s mouth opened wide, her eyes wide with shock. It felt as if something was stuck in her throat; she kept her mouth open but couldn’t make a sound, tears streaming uncontrollably down.

"No!"

Suddenly, she let out a heart-wrenching scream, reaching into the sky, a sound that broke hearts and sent shivers through all who heard it.

In a flash.

Everyone’s gaze turned towards Mo Ningxiang.

She stood frozen for three seconds, as if immobilized, not moving at all.

The next second.

It was as if someone had released her from a spell; Mo Ningxiang shook off Mo Kun’s hand and recklessly ran towards Feng Qingshui’s corpse. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The soldiers were also a bit puzzled, unsure whether to stop her or not, and looked at Ling Haoyan in confusion.

Mo Ningxiang was about to reach Feng Qingshui.

Ling Haoyan, cold as ice, waved his hand and said mercilessly, "Stop her."

The soldiers, receiving the command, directly blocked Mo Ningxiang’s path.

"Make way! Make way!"

Mo Ningxiang frantically pounded on the towering soldiers in front of her, through the small gaps she could see Feng Qingshui’s head rolling to the side, mouth with a faint smile.

The soldiers were cold and indifferent, not sparing Mo Ningxiang a glance, firmly blocking the way so she couldn’t get closer.

Ling Haoyan took a deep breath, taking a moment to regain composure, but his hands continued to tremble uncontrollably.

"Take it away, I don’t want to see this trash."

He weakly directed his subordinates to drag away Feng Qingshui’s corpse, his mind a tangled mess.

Fear.

Tension.

Panic.

Relief.

An incredibly strange feeling spread through his body.

Ling Haoyan felt a bloodthirsty thrill, yet it plunged him into endless darkness. It was like being locked inside a pitch-black room, the walls covered in fresh blood, emitting a nauseating stench.

Gulp!

Ling Haoyan’s insides churned, an urge to vomit rising up. He glanced at Feng Qingshui, dry heaved, almost throwing up.

But fortunately, he held it in, or he’d lose face entirely.

He covered his mouth, urgently gesturing to his subordinates.

"Quickly! Drag it away."

"Yes!"

The subordinates, seeing Ling Haoyan’s face turn dark and ghastly pale, dared not be slow and hurriedly dragged Feng Qingshui away.

"You madman!"

Mo Ningxiang watched Feng Qingshui disappear around the corner, then rushed towards Ling Haoyan, but before she could approach, she was blocked once again by the towering soldiers.

"What are you doing, take it out on me! He had no strength left to fight back, can’t you see?! You actually killed him, I must avenge Elder Feng, I will tear you to pieces!" Mo Ningxiang roared furiously, almost breaking down, enraged beyond measure!

Although Ling Haoyan’s face was still pale, as if not yet recovered from the act of killing, his tone carried a mocking arrogance.

"That was his wish, I didn’t have to kill him. If he hadn’t pushed me over and over, I wouldn’t have acted. But I really couldn’t stand him, I’d have killed him sooner or later. But you wanted to kill me... heh, maybe in your next life, but there won’t be a chance in this life."

He patted the soldiers in front of him, and the two beefy men stepped aside.

Ling Haoyan stood in front of Mo Ningxiang, with a grim smile, but his eyes contained panic.

"I’ll give you a chance to kill me now, do you dare?"

"Why wouldn’t I dare!"

Mo Ningxiang’s eyes were wide with fury, as she shouted and her figure suddenly dashed forward, as fast as lightning, grabbing hold of the sword at the soldier’s waist.

Swish!

The blade gleamed cold, slashing directly towards Ling Haoyan’s neck.

Ling Haoyan never imagined Mo Ningxiang would actually dare to strike. This woman is outrageously bold! He was terrified even holding a knife himself, hesitating before making a move, and this woman really... she’s really gone mad...

When he snapped back, the cold steel had already drawn near his neck, bringing a chilling breeze that scared him into a cold sweat, like a gust of wind from Hell, making him lose his soul.

Ling Haoyan stood frozen in place, too scared to move, even forgetting to breathe.

It’s over!

Completely over!

His mind went blank, his vision darkening, and within that second he felt endless regret. He shouldn’t have killed Feng Qingshui... instead, he’s brought on a load of trouble, feeling uneasy at heart.

Why did it have to be like this...

It was already too late to retreat, he could only helplessly close his eyes, awaiting death’s arrival.

Suddenly.

He suddenly felt a heavy push on his shoulder, causing him to tumble back.

Ling Haoyan was startled, opening his eyes suddenly.

He saw a soldier beside him had moved in front of him, pushing him away while blocking Mo Ningxiang’s horizontal slash.

Bang!

Ling Haoyan watched as the soldier’s head directly exploded in front of him! Flesh flew, with all the blood splattering onto his face, causing his breath to halt.

Everyone else then reacted, rushing up in a hurry, snatching away the sword from Mo Ningxiang, and pinning her arms behind her.

"Ling Haoyan, I will kill you!"

Mo Ningxiang was like a ferocious beast, her gaze wanting to devour Ling Haoyan alive, even while restrained, she struggled with all her might.

But in the end, she was still just a woman.

Handling swords and blades was not something suited for her, nor did she need to do it.

Once her hands were pinned by several soldiers, she had no chance to attack.

Ling Haoyan turned pale as paper, standing there like a block of wood, stupefied, a warm stream flowed down underneath him, soaking his pants and the ground beneath.

"Ling Haoyan? Ling Haoyan?"

Ordinarily, the soldiers should have been frightened out of their wits, after all, if anything happened to Ling Haoyan, their heads would be on the line, yet the dignified attendant of the Heavenly Clan’s Clan Leader was scared into wetting his pants by a mere woman.

Utterly disgraceful.

Furthermore.

There were countless citizens here, although not everyone could see it, even if a small portion witnessed it, it could spread like wildfire.

Within a day, Ling Haoyan’s embarrassment would spread across the entire Sumeru Continent, and by then, not only would he lose face, the entire Heavenly Clan would be humiliated.

"What are you doing, let go!" Mo Kun rushed up, taking Mo Ningxiang from the soldiers’ hands. Seeing the pants-wetting Ling Haoyan, he burst into laughter. "Hey! Is this really the Clan Leader’s attendant? Wetting his pants in public, what a disgrace. With such a cowardly demeanor, what kind of attendant is he."

Ling Haoyan’s face alternated between pale and flush, extremely unsightly. He looked at the crowd who were stifling their laughter, and then at Mo Kun’s harsh mockery, as if his soul had been stripped away.

"Ling Haoyan, you killed Feng Qingshui, I will never forgive you. If you hadn’t killed him, I might have spared you, but since you’ve acted, you’re now my enemy, Mo Ningxiang’s enemy, and no matter where you flee, I will find you and tear you to pieces!"

Mo Ningxiang, holding back her grief, spat each word fiercely at Ling Haoyan.

Ling Haoyan remained silent, as if scared out of his wits, turned and left without looking back, leaving the crowd confused.

"Take them to the Clan Leader, I’ll follow soon."

His face flushed red, taking a few steps with his legs clamped, hurriedly throwing down a parting phrase, and scuttled off.

At that moment.

In the center of the crowd, Lin Fan felt like he heard a familiar shout, stopped his sword in hand, and suddenly looked towards the direction the sound came from.