Super War God in the City
Chapter 714 - 714: Defeated Retreat!

"Hehe, Ling Beiming, it's an honor to meet you. Hand over whatever you have on you right now!" said the man leading the group while standing with his hands behind his back, speaking indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Ling Fan twitched the corners of his mouth as he initially thought these people were also sent from the Shenwu Institute. It appeared they were not.

"Who are you guys?" Ling Fan was secretly on guard, feeling slightly nervous.

He knew his own situation well, it would be weird if he wasn't nervous.

In the Shenwu Institute in the Amazon Jungle, Modima was about to turn off the video when suddenly the screen changed, revealing seven people appearing abruptly.

"Hm? The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind?" Modima's expression darkened.

He stared at the video again, wanting to know who these opportunists suddenly appearing were, daring to take advantage of the Shenwu Institute!

In the Laima Duchy Manor.

"Let's all take action together. This guy is Ling Beiming after all. We shouldn't underestimate him. Capture him and let's get out of here to avoid prolonged trouble!

Oh, and the lady just instructed, dead or alive doesn't matter!" The leading elder immediately ordered.

Standing to the side, Ling Fan was shocked once again upon hearing this.

These guys were really cautious with him, but damn it, he didn't even know who the opponent was, which was utterly baffling.

"Hey, can you guys introduce yourselves?" Ling Fan looked at the few people in front of him somewhat frustratedly.

Official Ling even admired himself a bit—he had so many enemies that he was even starting to get confused. It seemed like his popularity really wasn't great!

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh~"

The seven people didn't say a second word and went straight for Ling Fan.

Ling Fan had just fought a big battle with the people from the Shenwu Institute. How could these seven people give him a chance to catch his breath with such a godsend opportunity?

"Damn, why so hasty!" Ling Fan couldn't help but curse.

He immediately took a deep breath, and with a sudden flash, he charged towards the seven people.

Although he wasn't in good shape right now, giving up was out of the question; he had to fight a battle first!

Fortunately, he saw that none of them were using weapons, coming at him with empty hands, which somewhat boosted his confidence.

Not to brag, but although his True Yuan was completely depleted, if it was just a contest of fist and foot, his mere physical strength could let him dominate a martial artist of the same realm!

"Bang bang bang~"

Within a blink of an eye, Ling Fan was clashing with the seven men.

Only then did Official Ling realize that things were not as simple as he imagined—the physical strength of these old men was not at all inferior to his, and some were even a bit stronger.

Because he lost the assistance of True Yuan, he couldn't fully perform the Gui Xu Dance, his movements were restricted, and facing the attacks of seven people, he couldn't completely dodge them in no time!

In a flash, Ling Fan was like a punching bag, immediately sent flying by the well-coordinated seven people!

"Son of a bitch, beat him to death!" Lydia, stationed in the English Castle, clenched her little fists tightly, grinding her teeth mentally.

"Boom!"

"Rumble!"

After being sent flying, Ling Fan smashed a potted landscape and collapsed a stone pillar, his whole body aching and numb.

"Damn it, who exactly are you guys!" Ling Fan felt depressed and was mentally spitting blood.

"I might have to use Exotic Fire after all; I can't possibly not be able to burn everyone I meet!" Ling Fan muttered sheepishly.

Feeling the strands of energy starting to emanate from the elixir inside his body, and regaining some of his True Yuan, he was itching to fight desperately once more.

"Kid, you're hardly a match for them in your current state; these people are from the Blood Clan, just run!" the Holy Princess reluctantly reminded him.

"Uh....." Ling Fan suddenly felt despair.

No wonder their physical strength was so formidable. Moreover, from the combat they just had, they were definitely not much weaker than the elder he had encountered in that cave!

"Holy crap, seven Elders?" Official Ling felt his heart tremble immediately.

"Holy Princess, aren't the Blood Clan unable to walk in sunlight?"

"They can't for long, but short periods can be managed with Sacred Medicines," the Holy Princess explained indifferently.

"Damn it, looks like I really have to act weak today!" Official Ling's mouth twitched.

Watching the seven people in front of him, who were eager to attack and hadn't even gone Berserk yet, but could already beat him easily, he truly couldn't muster much ruthlessness.

Mostly because his current physical condition meant that no matter how fierce he was, it wouldn't make a difference—throwing his life away recklessly wasn't something he'd do.

"Damn, occasionally acting weak isn't too bad!" Official Ling consoled himself internally.

Just when he was brewing thoughts of escape, he suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, damn it, you are Blood Clan, right? Fuck this, come on, think you're tough? Today you won't get the best of me," Ling Fan immediately rose with a cold sneer on his face.

Official Ling's sudden abnormal behavior made the seven people who were about to attack again hesitate out of caution, looking at each other perplexedly.

Just then, Ling Fan fiercely summoned the Heart of the Ocean into his hand. Holding the Holy Artifact, the Heart of the Ocean, Official Ling suddenly felt emboldened!

"Damn, let's see who dares to come at me!" Ling Fan shouted coldly, without a trace of fear.

The few Blood Clan Elders looked at each other, unsure of what treasure was in this fellow's hand that made him so confident.

These Elders on the mission had no clue about the Holy Artifact. Brook certainly wouldn't have leaked such a secretive detail to them.

Therefore, when facing Ling Fan holding the Heart of the Ocean, the Elders felt more surprise than fear.

However, Brook, far away in the English Castle and staring at the screen, was panic-stricken, and Lydia's face turned pale.

Seeing that object, she was reminded of that absurd night.

"Damn, Ling Beiming currently has absolutely no combat ability. If this thing turns the tables, it would be too unfair!" Brook lamented with a pained expression.

Far away in the Shenwu Institute, watching this scene, Modima furrowed his eyebrows, "Blood Clan?"

Suddenly recalling the incident of Ling Fan chasing Sam in a cave, it seemed this guy had made more enemies with the Blood Clan!

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

In Laima Duchy Manor, the seven Great Elders hesitated only briefly before they swiftly took action. They would not stop advancing just because of the mysterious object in Ling Fan's hand.

"Damn, they really aren't afraid of death!" Ling Fan shouted in anger.

He immediately got some blood from a corpse of the Cang Ling Realm's Blood Clan and straightaway smeared it on the Heart of the Ocean.

Lydia and Brook, watching this scene on the screen, both held their breath and widened their eyes.

Shortly after, a miraculous scene happened on screen—a flash of light from the Holy Artifact, but no response!

"Bang, bang, bang~"

Official Ling was knocked back again.

"Damn, what's going on?" Ling Fan's head spun. This was his only trump card, yet it had no response?

"Holy Princess, how do you actually use this thing? Why does it work sometimes and not others?" Ling Fan complained.

"It seems it needs the blood of a higher level Blood Clan member. Maybe the blood you collected was too low level," the Holy Princess responded.

Upon hearing this, Ling Fan paused for a moment, then hastily sent his Divine Sense into the Cang Ling Realm.

He remembered there was one Elder's corpse left. Indeed, the Heart of the Ocean had reacted before during a fight with a Blood Clan Elder.

However, when he found that Elder's corpse, he felt utterly powerless—the body was nearly mummified; how could he get even a drop of blood from it?

"Don't hold back, he's not our match now. Kill him and bring back the corpse!" the lead Elder immediately ordered.

Their gazes hardened and the murderous aura thickened as they dashed toward Ling Fan once more.

"Fuck this, even I have moments when I must beat a hasty retreat!" Ling Fan muttered bitterly, then turned and fled.

The people watching this scene on the screen looked at each other, utterly astounded—this turn of events was nothing like what they had anticipated!