Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1183 - 1181: Clan Leaders Gather at the Peak of Changliu Mountain
"How are things going?"
Dongmen Buju yawned, looking indifferent.
"Reporting to the Clan Leader, the other clan leaders have already replied, except for the Xuan Clan."
The servant knelt respectfully on the ground, not daring to move an inch.
Recently.
Dongmen Buju was volatile, having killed nearly ten servants for minor mistakes.
Upon careful thought, it seemed to have started when Young Master Dongmen Nu returned.
Being a servant of Dongmen Buju was already a high-risk position. A single motion or even a wrong glance could result in being wiped out.
So how could the servant not be anxious, feeling as low as dust, yet still trembling uncontrollably.
"The Xuan Clan still hasn't responded?"
Dongmen Buju raised an eyebrow, asking listlessly, tossing a grape into his mouth, giving the servant a sidelong glance.
"Yes... yes... still no response..."
"Why are you so nervous? Afraid I'll kill you?"
Dongmen Buju suddenly changed his tone, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, merciless and cruel.
"No no... no no..."
Hearing this, the servant was so scared that his soul almost left his body, horrified, nearly wetting himself.
The casual words were truly terrifying.
To threaten lives so lightly, who could endure it?
"Everything is fine, why would I kill you? Stand up."
"No, no... no dare... no dare..."
Listening to the tone, the servant dared not move an inch, kneeling like a turtle, sweat already soaking his clothes.
"I told you to get up!"
Dongmen Buju suddenly flipped the bowl of grapes on the ground, glaring angrily.
The servant was already terrified, trembling as he tried to stand up, only to find his body wouldn't obey, especially his legs, too weak to support himself, let alone stand.
"Why hasn't the Xuan Clan replied?! Did you not receive the news?! Go find out immediately!"
The previously calm Dongmen Buju suddenly erupted in fury, leaping from his chair, face red with rage at the servant on the ground, smashing his fist on the table violently.
The servant's heart almost jumped out of his throat, lying on the ground, letting out a soft whimper, clearly scared out of his wits.
"Get out!"
Dongmen Buju coldly and mercilessly kicked the servant's head.
The servant was instantly sent flying, spinning a few times in the air.
Boom!
He crashed heavily into the wall, blood streaming from his orifices as he fell to the ground, motionless and life unknown.
"Useless!"
"Can't even handle such a small matter."
"Truly a pack of useless people!"
"If there were anyone capable, Nu'er wouldn't have ended up like this."
"All are just useless!"
Dongmen Buju roared like thunder, a beastly growl emerging from his throat, veins bulging, his overwhelming might pouring out, making one shudder.
Suddenly!
He withdrew his rampant aura.
Standing quietly on the spot.
His eyes shot out sinister and ruthless gleams, looking coldly ahead.
Someone was stumbling toward him.
"Clan Leader! Clan Leader!"
Another servant joyfully rushed in, seeing the blood-drenched colleague, his heart sank, face instantly turned pale as paper.
"What?"
Dongmen Buju asked indifferently with hands behind his back.
The newcomer glanced at the ground, gulped, staggered in front of Dongmen Buju, and knelt with a thud.
"Clan Leader... the Xuan Clan, the Xuan Clan has news."
"Speak."
Dongmen Buju's eyes lit up, yet he maintained a composed demeanor.
"The Xuan Clan's Clan Leader Mo Ningxiang... agreed to attend..."
The servant panted heavily, filled with fear.
The previous servant ended up that way due to Dongmen Buju's rage.
Luckily, he brought good news, otherwise, he'd probably meet the same fate.
"Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha!"
"Good! Good!"
Dongmen Buju laughed loudly, his laughter was frightening and sinister, making one's heart shudder and scalp tingle.
"Mo Ningxiang, I didn't expect you to have the guts to show up."
"You caused my Nu'er to become a cripple, I will repay you a hundredfold, a thousandfold, ten thousandfold!"
"Not only you but the entire Xuan Clan will pay for this."
"Heh heh... heh heh heh heh... ha ha ha ha..."
Dongmen Buju suddenly clenched his fist.
Bang!
A loud bang.
He felt something sticky splatter on his face.
Frowning slightly, he wiped his face, finding his hand covered in fresh red blood.
His nose was filled with the sudden stench of blood.
He raised an eyebrow, looked at the ground in front of him.
The servant who just delivered the message had already exploded, becoming a mess of blood and flesh on the ground.
Dongmen Buju expressionlessly shook the blood off his hand, gave the ground a sidelong glance, and sneered.
Merely squashing an ant, not worth another glance.
The servant would never have expected that even though he brought good news, he'd still meet such a tragic end.
"Someone, set off for Changliu Mountain!"
Dongmen Buju shouted, hands behind his back, striding forward purposefully.
...
Changliu Mountain.
Over a thousand meters tall, majestic and grand.
Nestled at the center of the Sumeru Continent.
Every clan leader meeting was held at the mountain top.
There, clouds and mist shrouded, trees lush, cranes by the ring, being there felt like being in the Immortal World, truly an otherworldly beautiful scene.
Usually a place of utmost relaxation.
But this time.
The atmosphere quietly changed, unusually tense and heavy.
The twelve ancient clans of Sumeru Continent.
Heavenly Earth Xuanhuang, Cosmic Primordial.
Shennong, Nuwa, Fu Xi, Xuanyuan.
Except for the Heavenly Clan's Dongmen Buju and the Xuan Clan's Mo Ningxiang yet to appear, all other clan leaders had arrived at the summit, exchanged greetings but remained silent with varied expressions.
In the past.
The Changliu Mountain summit would have been bustling, exchanging pleasantries.
However, the current atmosphere made it hard to breathe.
The Earth Clan Leader Zhongli Kun, Huang Clan Leader Huang Changfeng, Yu Clan Leader Yun Buwen, Zhou Clan Leader Tuo YHong, Hong Clan Leader Hong Chuyuan, Huang Clan Leader Su Yuankun, Shennong Clan Leader Yi Shengtang, Nuwa Holy Maiden Qing Lin, Fu Xi Demigod Tai Hao, Xuanyuan Clan Elder Xuanyuan Ding.
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Just as everyone remained silent.
A wild, arrogant laugh came from halfway up the mountain.
"Ha ha ha——"
The laugh thundered, shaking the earth and mountains.
Everyone's faces changed, standing up and looking toward the mist, bodies tensed, becoming unusually serious.
Suddenly!
A figure darted out from the mist.
His movements were mysterious!
As swift as lightning!
In half a breath, he appeared before everyone.
The arrogant, overflowing aura made everyone gasp.
But after all, they were clan leaders of the ancient clans, though flustered, they didn't show it.
"Everyone! How have you been!"
The mist faded, Dongmen Buju turned, grinning viciously at everyone present.
The voice, like thunder, exploded in everyone's ears.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat.
The Heavenly Clan, this time, must have come prepared, and with ill intentions.
