Strongest Medical Saint-Chapter 290 Like a Dream, Like an Illusion

The air around seemed to have solidified at this moment.

Shen Feng ignored everyone from the Paradise Club, including Eric; his gaze remained fixed on Xu Huifang, Xu Nansheng, and Xu Ziyi.

On his way here, he had hesitated, not yet deciding how to face the members of the Xu Family?

But he didn't have the luxury of time to hesitate. If his biological mother, Xu Huifang, were gone from this world, it would likely become an unresolved knot in his heart.

Back then, Xu Nansheng, Xu Ziyi, and Xu Huifang had fought with all their might to protect him. Seeing them surrounded and hearing them threatened triggered an untamed growth of malevolent energy within Shen Feng's heart.

Shen Feng's footsteps never halted; with each step he took, a gun-wielding man would burst into a cloud of blood mist.

Spiritual energy rapidly surged into the bodies of those around him, compressing instantly within them and ultimately creating an explosive force.

Although using Spiritual Energy this way was highly draining, he really hadn't thought much about it—he just wanted to kill, to eliminate all those surrounding Xu Huifang and the others.

The "Bang! Bang! Bang!" of explosions was ceaseless.

The air, thick with the smell of blood, dyed Shen Feng's clothes red, but he paid no mind to these details, maintaining a steady pace forward.

Some of the gun-wielding men attempted to flee, seeing their companions bursting one after another. The terror of the scene nearly made them wet themselves, their faces filled with boundless fear.

Yet, no sooner had they taken a step to escape than they felt an expanding force within them, and immediately thereafter, they were rendered senseless, for they had all turned into misty blood clouds that dispersed into the air.

The third-level Ultra-capable, Eric, widened his eyes in shock. Who was this kid that had suddenly appeared?

With each step the newcomer took, someone died, and the manner of death was so extreme that even with his abilities, it wasn't possible to achieve such a feat. Could even an Ultra-capable Grandmaster have such strength?

Being the closest to the Xu Family, Eric was still some distance away from Shen Feng. He knew this young man must have been brought in by the Xu Family. To survive now, he needed hostages. He, a proud third-level Ultra-capable, didn't even entertain the thought of confronting Shen Feng.

The moment the idea crossed his mind, Eric moved to take the weakest among them, Xu Huifang, as his hostage.

Unfortunately, just as he moved, he saw a shadow flash before his eyes, and Shen Feng suddenly materialized before him.

There had been a clear distance between Shen Feng and him just a moment ago—such speed wasn't something an ordinary Ultra-capable Grandmaster could possess. Plunged into despair, Eric swallowed hard and then said in broken Huaxia Country's language, "You, don't act rashly, otherwise…"

Shen Feng's face was expressionless as he reached out and grabbed Eric's forehead, yanking hard.

With a "crack!" noise.

Eric's head instantaneously separated from his neck; Shen Feng nonchalantly tossed Eric's head onto the ground, his expression unchanging throughout.

Since Shen Feng had just interrupted Eric, there were still a few gun-wielding men alive. Seeing a third-level Ultra-capable's head twisted off scared them into desperate attempts to flee.

It was at this moment.

Shen Feng's shoulders shook slightly as he pushed the Emperor King Jue inside him to its limit, allowing the Spiritual Energy within him to spill out in all directions, swiftly entering the bodies of the foreign men with guns.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!—"

Unsurprisingly.

These men with guns all burst into clouds of blood mist in the air.

The area seemed to be engulfed in a world of blood mist.

After all the people from the Paradise Club including Eric had died, Shen Feng's gaze once more fell upon Xu Huifang and the others.

He was now only five steps away from Xu Huifang and her group.

One step out, two steps out, three steps out, four steps out, five steps out—the footsteps halted.

Xu Nansheng and Xu Ziyi found it somehow hard to breathe; they were prepared to die, yet Shen Feng appeared! And in such an astonishing manner.

After the initial shock, Xu Nansheng started feeling a bit excited. Could this young man really be his grandson? Suddenly, he was overcome by a surreal feeling.

It wasn't just him; both Xu Ziyi and Xu Huifang had this feeling.

Xu Huifang, wearing a veil on her face, unknowingly began to tremble, her eyes fixed intently on Shen Feng.

Could this really not be a dream? If it was, then she hoped she would never wake up.

Shen Feng's eyes met with Xu Huifang's.

After a few seconds, a weak voice came from Xu Huifang's throat, "I once had a dream."

"In that dream, my son was my little hero who descended from the skies in a blood-soaked battle attire when I was driven into a corner."

Listening to Xu Huifang's words,

Shen Feng's lips moved slightly, recalling what had happened in the past, and said, "You're not dreaming, I'm here, clad in a blood-soaked battle attire." Experience new stories on novelbuddy

At this moment, his clothes were entirely stained red with blood, very much like a blood-soaked battle attire.

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It was just that he had overused his Spiritual Energy a bit too much, so his complexion was slightly pale.

Looking at the blood mist that had yet to disperse in the air, Shen Feng strained to muster the Spiritual Energy within his body, his arm sweeping gently through the air.

The blood mist in the air rapidly condensed, instantly forming a huge and vividly colored flower pattern.

Shen Feng found himself unable to say the word "mom" at that moment, instead, he said, "This is for you!"

As Xu Huifang gazed at the giant red flower coalescing in the air, she was completely mesmerized. In her youth, many people had given her flowers, but the one before her was the most beautiful she had ever received because it was given by her son.

Xu Huifang paid no attention to the bloody scent in the air. How could a woman who had once burned her Immortal Yuan Blood in a desperate fight for her son be ordinary?

"It's beautiful, really beautiful. I love it. I have no regrets in this life now, truly no more regrets. Sometimes, fate really is fair," she said.

She didn't ask Shen Feng to call her mom. Deep down, she knew she didn't have that right. Just to have the flower was enough, truly, it was enough.

She looked at the huge red flower that lingered in the air, her voice filled with joy, "In my dream, you didn't give me a flower!"

Was this a surprise?

Having received a flower from her son, what more could she ask for?

Scenes from the past flashed through her mind. The fact that she had lived to this day, that she had endured to this day, that she had clenched her teeth and survived to this day, was all for the sake of her son Shen Feng in her heart. At this moment, she felt that everything she had ever done was worth it.

Shen Feng must have come here for them. The flower must have been personally formed by Shen Feng for her. Her smile beneath the veil was extraordinarily radiant, "I am proud of you!"