Chapter 611: Jiaolong Rises from the Abyss!

Jiang Feng was lying on the Ground, and heard Su Xueyan's voice.

"Jiang Feng! Jiang Feng…"

He heard the heartache in that voice…

Jiang Feng clenched his teeth.

He used all his strength to push his body up from the Ground.

First he was on his knees, then one leg rose, then both legs.

He stood up.

Jiang Feng raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his Mouth with the back of his hand, and looked at Linghu Xue.

His gaze was very calm, so calm it seemed unlike someone who had been knocked down.

Linghu Xue looked at him, and the Cold Smile at the corner of her Mouth deepened.

She crossed her arms, tilted her head, and stared at Jiang Feng as if looking at an ant, her eyes full of mockery.

"Yo, you can still stand up?"

"You're still pretty resilient."

Jiang Feng said nothing.

Linghu Xue narrowed her eyes, and the smile on her face faded a bit.

She lowered her crossed arms and took two steps toward Jiang Feng.

"Do you think you're still the terrifying Divine Doctor Jiang you once were?"

Her voice turned into an icy, murderous question.

She stood in front of Jiang Feng, looking down at him from above.

"Now, you're just a waste of a person."

Waste of a person.

Those two words were like two needles, piercing Jiang Feng's ears.

He knew she was speaking the truth.

But he did not retreat.

He could not retreat.

Behind him stood Su Xueyan!

How could he retreat?

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, suppressed the sweet, metallic scent in his chest, and then stepped forward.

He charged toward Linghu Xue.

No cultivation, no techniques a cultivator should have.

He was just an ordinary person, using the only method he could.

His body barreled toward Linghu Xue.

He threw a Fist.

Linghu Xue was too lazy even to dodge.

She waved a hand casually, like swatting a fly, and slapped Jiang Feng's Shoulder with a palm.

"Crack!"

That was the sound of a Bone breaking.

Jiang Feng's body flew out again, farther than before, and landed harder.

His back slammed into the courtyard wall, the whole wall shuddered, and his left arm hung like a limp snake at his side, unable to move.

Pain surged like a tide, instantly drowning his Awareness.

"Jiang Feng!"

Su Xueyan let out a scream, struggled desperately, and Tears burst from her eye sockets.

Her body was held tightly by two men in black, unable to move, and she could only keep shouting Jiang Feng's name…

"Jiang Feng! Stop hitting! Just go! Just go…"

Go?

Where does he go?

His left shoulder collapsed; every movement tugged the broken Bone, pain blackening his vision, cold sweat pouring.

His right arm also trembled; when braced on the Ground, the whole arm fought, as if it could snap at any moment.

He stood up again.

Linghu Xue looked at him, and the expression on her face changed.

Her eyebrows knit, the corner of her Mouth turned down, and the coldness in her eyes deepened.

"Are you ill?"

Her voice was full of impatience.

"Did I let you go? Did I let you stand up?"

She stepped in front of Jiang Feng, reached out, grabbed his hair, and pulled his head upward.

"Can't you understand human speech or what?"

She spoke haltingly, each word squeezed out of her teeth.

"I said, you're a waste of a person. A waste of a person should look like one. Lying on the Ground, waiting for someone to rescue you—that's what you should be doing."

Her fingers tightened, pulling Jiang Feng's hair and pressing him onto the Ground.

Jiang Feng's head was held down, his face almost pressed to the Ground.

Linghu Xue put more force.

"Slap!"

A slap landed on Jiang Feng's face, causing his head to tilt to one side, and the right half of his face swelled instantly.

"You, lie down!"

A slap.

"Lie down!"

A slap.

A buzzing filled his ears, and he could hear nothing clearly.

He could only faintly hear Su Xueyan's sobbing and Linghu Xue's sharp voice.

Linghu Xue's gaze changed.

It was no longer that teasing coldness, but carried something indescribable!

Perhaps it was anger, perhaps confusion…

Perhaps it was a shock she herself was unwilling to admit…

At that moment, that voice sounded again.

"If you say a single sentence, all problems will be solved."

The voice came from the void, calm as water.

It had no emotion, just calmly told him!

A choice is placed before you; if you speak, everything will end.

Su Xueyan will be saved, Linghu Xue will leave, and those black‑clad men will disappear.

This nightmare will be as if it never happened.

And he only needs to say a single sentence.

Jiang Feng lay on the ground, his eyes half‑open, his vision already blurred, everything appearing as double images.

But the corner of his mouth twitched.

That voice said it again.

"Just speak."

Jiang Feng said nothing.

He used his still trembling right arm, inch by inch, to push himself upward.

His right arm trembled, his muscles spasmed, but he did not stop.

Linghu Xue looked at him, her brows furrowing into a shape resembling the Chinese character for river.

She didn't understand; she truly didn't understand.

This man was clearly already incapacitated, clearly already without any strength, clearly if he stayed motionless on the ground, she wouldn't have to hit him again.

Yet why did he keep getting up again and again?

She didn't understand.

Jiang Feng stood there, drenched in blood, his lips moving, emitting an indistinct sound.

Linghu Xue leaned in a bit more, finally hearing clearly what he was saying.

"I…still standing."

Linghu Xue's pupils contracted slightly.

Jiang Feng lifted his head, looking at her.

His eyes were swollen, leaving only a slit, but the light shining through that slit was frighteningly bright.

Linghu Xue's patience reached its limit.

She lifted her foot and kicked Jiang Feng's chest.

Jiang Feng's body flew backward; this time he didn't get up immediately, he lay there, his chest heaving violently, spitting large gulps of blood from his mouth.

Su Xueyan was crying to the point of near fainting, her body sagging down in the hands of two black‑clad men; if she hadn't been supported, she would have collapsed on the ground long ago.

Her throat was hoarse, unable to make a sound, she could only gape, silently shedding tears…

Linghu Xue glanced at her, and a cold smile returned to the corner of her mouth.

"What a tragic pair of lovebirds."

She shook her head, her tone full of sarcasm.

"What a pity, the Linghu Family doesn't believe in tears."

She waved her hand, the two black‑clad men holding Su Xueyan turned, dragging Su Xueyan out toward the courtyard gate.

Linghu Xue turned around, preparing to leave as well.

She walked two steps, felt something was off, stopped, turned her head to glance.

Jiang Feng got up.

He didn't know when he had gotten up again.

He was drenched in blood, his left shoulder collapsed, his right arm hanging, blood smearing half his face, his left eye swollen shut, only his right eye barely a slit.

He stood there in the courtyard, crooked and lopsided, like a dry branch that could be snapped by the wind at any moment.

Yet he stood in the very middle of this path.

Blocking between her and Su Xueyan.

Linghu Xue's eyes widened.

This guy, how on earth did he manage to stand up?

Jiang Feng stood there, laboriously raising his hand, pointing at Linghu Xue.

"You may be able to defeat me now."

He paused, took a breath, and his chest surged violently, like a bellows being drawn.

"But… you cannot crush me."

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, pulling out a grin uglier than crying.

"As long as I'm still here… you won't dare take Su Xueyan away."

When the words fell, he stood There, like a stone statue.

At that moment, Jiang Feng sensed something.

A surge of power.

It rose from deep within his body—not from the dantian, not from the Meridians, but from deeper, from a more essential place!

It surged out!

That power broke through shackles and chains. It rushed through his body like a flood, washing his Meridians, his bones, his flesh.

Jiang Feng's body jolted violently.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his gaze involuntarily turned toward some direction in the void!

He saw that man.

The man stood in the void, his gray robe fluttering gently in the wind, the corner of his mouth slightly up, a hint of a satisfied smile on his face.

At this moment, Jiaolong Emerges from Abyss!