The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor

Originally intended as a goodwill gesture, the watchful man never expected the slightly chubby man to turn around and say to him: "Shut up with your nonsense, Fat Lord’s sword fears not these soldiers, cannot go where I want nor escape!"

With that, the slightly chubby man charged into the crowd, transforming into a stream of light as he attacked. However, these soldiers merely approached hesitantly, unsure of the situation and lacking the powerful abilities to transform into streams of light themselves.

The watchful man saw that the slightly chubby man indeed blocked those men, seemingly taking out a few soldiers, but there were still hundreds more; how could the slightly chubby man possibly kill them all?

These men rushed quickly towards here, although they had realms, their speed while charging or flying over was limited; they couldn’t arrive here instantly.

If battles were all about transforming into streams of light and arriving in an instant, it wouldn’t be about a simple slash but over in a moment.

If everyone transformed into streams of light directly, then it wouldn’t be about fighting anymore, it would be about enacting a siege with two hundred thousand troops encircling Lin Feng, sealing off every exit above and below.

In short, the slightly chubby man directly defeated several individuals consecutively, blade rising and falling.

Being able to transform into a stream of light also requires a certain level of realm, evidently those soldiers lacked that realm, hence they could only fly over slowly or rush here using Qinggong spells.

There’s a lot of complexity here, not easy to explain all at once; outside, the battle is fierce while inside it is particularly calm.

The liaison had just treated someone at the end of his work, when the watchful man ran over to him and said: "It’s not good, Fatso ignored me, currently surrounded by over a hundred people, and now there’s a large group flying towards us."

Hearing what the watchful man said, the sprinting man sighed heavily, patted his thigh, and said: "I knew he’d be so reckless, what’s the situation outside now?"

The watchful man, without hesitation, immediately responded to the liaison.

"Outside they’ve begun to form an encirclement, once they fully surround us, we might find it impossible to escape!" the watchful man said with utmost seriousness.

At this point, another thin man said: "Fatty’s temper gets him into trouble, relying on his high cultivation, he easily underestimates the situation. If matters depended solely on the realm, where would Heavenly Dao justice be in this world?"

The liaison also heard the thin man’s words and fell into deep thought, but this contemplation didn’t last long. Shortly afterward, he addressed everyone: "Alright! You guys hurry and leave, I’ll come later."

The thin man urgently asked: "If we leave, can you still escape, why not leave with us?"

"What do you mean ’leave,’ haven’t you noticed Lin brother is adjusting his breathing? Previously consuming too much True Yuan requires he straighten out the chaotic True Essence Power now; we absolutely cannot interrupt him at this moment." The liaison told them earnestly, without the slightest hint of jest.

The watchful man hesitated slightly, clearly unwilling to abandon his captain; he thought briefly, sighed heavily, and said: "Okay, you four take the rescued allies and leave, I’ll stay here with the captain."

Who knew the watchful man instantly retorted: "Absolutely not, those who’ve been rescued are too important, you must go with them. Their safety far outweighs mine."

The watchful man looked at the liaison’s seriously clad expression, entirely unable to defy his orders.

"Alright then, we’re leaving now; you must survive, Captain." The watchful man said, then led everyone out through the back door of the warehouse towards the evacuation point.

At this moment, the plan had changed because unforeseen circumstances arose, initially believing no one knew on the mountain allowing for smooth departure; however, they’ve been discovered now requiring other methods.

The watchful man led everyone towards the horse stable; as long as there were over twenty top-tier spiritual horses inside, they’d have salvation. With the powerful energy of the spiritual horses generating speed, they could swiftly break through the encirclement.

Seeing everyone had begun evacuating, the liaison felt relieved internally.

Only the liaison knew that the slightly chubby man acted thus to prevent others from accompanying him to certain death; he heroically faced the oncoming soldiers alone, providing a chance for escape.

If those twenty or so people knew the truth, realizing both the slightly chubby man and captain were being bold, likely none would leave.

To allow them to retreat confidently, the slightly chubby man relied on arrogance and brashness to deceive his comrades, while the liaison used the captain’s presence to compel obedience, unbeknownst to them, sacrificing himself to ensure their safety.

Were it not for Lin Feng’s body requiring uninterrupted breathing regulation, he’d likely insist on taking Lin Feng away.

Soon, people entered from the warehouse’s front door, and outside, seven or eight soldiers with higher cultivation had come in, arriving ahead of others due to their greater cultivation.

Among the soldiers, some wielded treasure swords, while others carried long spears with gleaming tips.

Lin Feng, at this moment, remained calm, seemingly asleep, oblivious of the situation before him.

Then, Lin Feng transformed into a formidable energy stream enveloping him, unable to be harmed from outside.

Witnessing the newcomers, some approached Lin Feng, while others headed straight for the liaison.

The liaison addressed these soldiers: "You finally arrived."

Among them was a particularly powerful person, this person possessed Eight Spirit Knot cultivation, named Mo Qingshuang.

"Seeing this General, you still dare not surrender!" Mo Qingshuang, full of heroic vigor, standing confidently.

Upon hearing Mo Qingshuang intended to exert his general status on him, the liaison coldly replied: "You, the Court’s treacherous party, dare still claim to be general? Quickly come and perish." The liaison was evidently mocking him.

Mo Qingshuang seemed unfazed by such ridicule, standing proudly and cheerfully continued: "How long have you been lurking here? This General wishes to hear about it."

Evidently, Mo Qingshuang’s words meant to stall time; his goal was simply buying time for an encirclement.

Knowing this, the liaison seen through his ploy, spoke playfully: "Too bad you arrived late, those who should’ve left have gone."

The liaison referred to those detained here, now he sought vengeance for five allies beheaded at the parade ground, facilitated by collaboration with the Princess.

"Alright then, you truly have guts." Mo Qingshuang smirked coldly, seemingly dismissive of the liaison. At this moment, he just needed to step forward and apprehend him.

Now that they’ve fled, there was no further need for delaying tactics; Mo Qingshuang produced two streams of fiery technique, advancing methodically towards the liaison.

Originally, the liaison considered Magic Resistance, but upon observing his cultivation technique, even that idea was abandoned. It was the "Blazing Flame Divine Skill," indicating top-level Eight Spirit Knot cultivation.

The liaison was slightly alarmed, how had this general augmented his cultivation, he was merely right-wing general of the Western Army...