The Greatest Village Doctor In The World-Chapter 2039 - 2038: Crisis

Ling Feng shook the blade in his hand: "What’s so strange about this, it has been with me for a long time!"

Then the blade pointed straight at Xi Poluo: "If you have any sense, hand over what you stole immediately, or we are going to have a proper fight today!"

"Just you?"

Xi Poluo let out a cold laugh, and without any visible movement, a curved saber appeared in his palm.

The curved saber was snow-bright, with a handle inlaid with five-colored gemstones, extremely dazzling.

Ling Feng squinted, knowing that this guy was not easy to deal with. After all, the other was of the God Race, with an unimaginably high realm.

But this was Huaxia, and he absolutely could not allow the other to run rampant here, so he steadied himself, ready to meet the battle!

Seeing the determination in Ling Feng’s eyes, Xi Poluo smiled: "Ling Feng, you’re just a mortal, and with your meager abilities, you wish to confront me? Today I’ll let you witness the might of the God Race!"

As soon as the words fell, Ling Feng saw the curved saber in his hand move.

Immediately after, he felt an incredibly strong pressure, his body unable to move!

Not only that but as he watched the saber blade rush straight at him, Ling Feng’s breathing became rapid!

He knew this would not be easy, but he didn’t expect the opponent to be so strong!

In desperation, Ling Feng’s mind flickered, and he quickly retracted the Ghost Dragon!

With the Ghost Dragon’s disappearance, his body plummeted rapidly from a thousand meters high, evading a strike in an instant.

However, just as Ling Feng was falling to the ground, a figure flashed before his eyes, and he saw Xi Poluo’s grinning face!

"Trying to escape? Go die!"

Xi Poluo uttered, the blade striking again!

"Damn you!"

For the first time, Ling Feng felt such a huge crisis, feeling that he was about to be cleaved in two by that blade, so he roared out!

The Mind Soul Art activated in an instant, using all of his spiritual power!

The pressure on him decreased abruptly, and Ling Feng sidestepped the blade, sending the God Slayer Saber hurtling toward the opponent!

Xi Poluo hadn’t expected Ling Feng to break free of his pressure. Seeing the blade approaching, he was taken aback and quickly ducked his head!

Even the God Race must be wary in front of the God Slayer Saber!

But unexpectedly, at that moment, the God Slayer Saber suddenly expanded, from a short dagger to a long saber over two meters in an instant!

Swish!

The blade arc missed Xi Poluo, but the blade edge hit his shoulder directly, causing blood to gush out!

Xi Poluo was stunned.

Ling Feng was stunned too!

Since obtaining the God Slayer Saber, it was his first time discovering it had such a form!

Perhaps, it was encountering the God Race that unleashed the saber’s potential?

In a flash of thought, noticing Xi Poluo injured, Ling Feng felt a surge of joy, and waving the blade again, swept over!

"Dream on!"

Xi Poluo roared in anger, swiftly retreating tens of meters, narrowly dodging the blade arc, and then vanished!

Ling Feng was taken aback, thinking the opponent had fled, but suddenly, a nasty wind reached his back, and before he could react, he was struck on the back!

"Wow!"

Ling Feng’s throat tasted sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, flying out like a cannonball!

He was about to hit the ground, but this blow sent him flying horizontally, buffering much of the fall’s force.

Even so, the Ghost Dragon appeared instantly, catching him with its body.

Lying on the Ghost Dragon’s back, Ling Feng felt dazed; it had been a long time since he had suffered such a severe injury.

Pain wracked his body, his internal organs bleeding, and though every cell rapidly circulated spiritual power to heal him, the pain was still unbearable.

At this time, the Ghost Dragon hovered ten meters above the ground, below a peak and dense forest, but Ling Feng knew he couldn’t dodge and had nowhere to hide!

As he saw Xi Poluo charging at him again, Ling Feng endured the agony inside, knowing it was a life-and-death moment, and he couldn’t care too much, flinging out several blade arcs with all his might!

He didn’t summon Jin Gang and Little Fei because he knew those seventh-rank beings stood no chance against Xi Poluo; better to fight the opponent himself than have them die in vain!

But when Ling Feng saw Xi Poluo dodge all the blade arcs and reach him, his heart sank!

The two-meter blade aimed at the opponent, yet Ling Feng had no confidence, fearing he was done for today!

Since acquiring the Classic of the Divine Farmer, he hadn’t felt this sense of impending doom! 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

But then, just as Xi Poluo reached out a large hand toward him, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and the rumbling of thunder quickly approached!

Startled, Xi Poluo glanced up and saw a Five-clawed Golden Dragon appear, followed by several bolts of lightning descending from the sky!

"Not good!"

Xi Poluo exclaimed, flying away instantly!

Though the lightning didn’t strike him, Xi Poluo collided with an invisible wall mid-flight, emitting a dull sound!

Then a white-clothed woman with flowing hair appeared, looking at him sternly: "The land of Huaxia is not a place where you can run amok!"

It was Ling Yao!

And the Five-clawed Golden Dragon in the sky was naturally Long Xiaoyu.

They weren’t the only ones who had arrived. Xia Lan’s figure also appeared suddenly in midair, her expression stern.

The appearance of the three women, each exuding a powerful oppressive force, made Xi Poluo tense, stepping on clouds, daring not to act rashly.

After a moment of surprise and suspicion, he asked gravely: "Who are you, the Huaxia God Race?"

He was confused because he hadn’t sensed the God Race aura from the three of them, but their aura was no less strong than gods.

"You, a minor god from Country A-San, dare come to Huaxia to provoke us, who gave you the courage!" Xia Lan said in a deep voice.

"I, I just came to retrieve what’s mine!" Xi Poluo said.

"Retrieve or seize?" Xia Lan asked.

"This....."

Xi Poluo’s eyes darted around, at a loss for words.

By this time, Ling Feng had somewhat recovered and, sitting up on the Ghost Dragon’s back, sneered: "So you can speak Huaxia language, were you just pretending earlier?"

"Ling Feng, how are you?"

Seeing him sit up but with blood still on the corner of his mouth and clothes, Ling Yao immediately asked.

"I’m alright, injured but not dead!"

Ling Feng said, then looked up at Xia Lan: "This kind of monster dares to come to Huaxia, what do you suggest we do?"

"What do you think?" Xia Lan asked.

"My nature would be to kill, to serve as a warning to others!" Ling Feng said.