Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1190 - 1188: Before Dongmen Buju, the Clan Leaders Are Like Dogs
Dongmen Buju calmly savored his tea, showing an expression of enjoyment.
He suddenly took a deep breath.
Instantly, all eyes were drawn to him.
Everyone looked at Dongmen Buju in shock and astonishment, their hearts racing.
"Your father was right; the top of Changliu Mountain is truly quite comfortable." He looked at Mo Ningxiang and said lazily with a smile. "With the fresh air and the supreme tea brewed from mountain spring water, it's refreshing to the heart, exceeding the life of an Immortal, making one reluctant to leave the mountain."
He completely ignored Tuo YHong being reduced to a blood mist, as if the grotesque, brutal scene before him simply didn't exist, as if Tuo YHong's annihilation had nothing to do with him.
It was as if the top of Changliu Mountain remained a tranquil and leisurely sight.
This attitude from Dongmen Buju made him even more terrifying to people.
Among the clan leaders, some faces were solemn, some looked like they were mourning, some frowned in worry.
But not one of them spoke.
Silence.
After Ling Wudeng slew Tuo YHong with a lift of his hand, he flicked the blood off the Black Sword slowly and leisurely returned it, crossing his arms in front of him, still standing fiercely.
With the air of one who stands alone against thousands.
"Please be seated, clan leaders."
Dongmen Buju presented a kind appearance, smiling and waving his hand.
However.
The clan leaders stood still as wooden chickens, each filled with fear and dread.
They looked at the severely injured Hong Chuyuan lying on the ground and then at Tuo YHong dissipated into blood mist, feeling uneasy.
Because they couldn't fathom Dongmen Buju's intentions, they didn't know whether they would be the next Hong Chuyuan or Tuo YHong.
Trembling with fear, their minds were unsettled.
"Hehehe—"
Suddenly.
Mo Ningxiang covered her mouth and laughed, her smile captivating and peerlessly beautiful.
"You clan leaders are indeed interesting."
"Outside, each one of you struts with arrogance, standing at the top among the Ancient Clans, commanding millions."
"But before Dongmen Buju, each of you cowers like dogs, bullied and threatened by him, yet dare not resist at all, not even uttering a word of opposition."
"And you gang up to bully a little girl like me, truly shameful on your part."
She smirked, coldly laughing while her phosphorescent eyes swept across the faces of the clan leaders, forcefully and contemptuously mocking.
Most of the clan leaders knew of their own misconduct, feeling guilty and avoiding Mo Ningxiang's gaze.
However, Zhongli Kun flushed with anger, appearing furious and livid.
"You little brat! What nonsense are you spouting?"
Mo Ningxiang raised her brows, staring directly at Zhongli Kun.
"What is Zhongli Clan Leader saying? How am I speaking nonsense? Perhaps it hit a nerve and pains your heart?"
"You're talking nonsense! I..."
Zhongli Kun, veins bulging, was about to retort.
Yet Mo Ningxiang interrupted with a cold laugh.
"Zhongli Clan Leader hardly seems like a clan leader, but rather an impotent rage, shouting at a little girl like me."
"You..."
Zhongli Kun was stumped, speechless.
He stared at Mo Ningxiang, gradually recalling Mo Chen's shadow from her, thinking of all the times he'd been dominated by Mo Chen, and his body shivered involuntarily.
The Heavenly Clan is like a colossal entity.
While the Earth Clan and Xuan Clan are on equal footing, neither inferior nor superior.
The remaining clans are divided into two tiers, with a gap as vast as a chasm against the Earth Clan and Xuan Clan.
But Mo Chen's personal charisma earned him considerable favor, prompting other clan leaders to want to ally with him.
Therefore.
Even though he saw Hong Chuyuan injured severely and Tuo YHong slain, he felt nothing but fear and anxiety.
To Dongmen Buju, his attitude was quite complex.
Although wanting to curry favor, Dongmen Buju's gaze towards him felt like he was looking at a dog, and his self-esteem wouldn't allow him to surrender to the Heavenly Clan.
Yet fearing Dongmen Buju might misunderstand him for colluding with other clans, he nervously kept a deliberate distance from the clan leaders.
Earth Clan Leader Zhongli Kun felt like he was always excluded from the Clan Leaders' Assembly.
Everything happening seemed unrelated to him, making him want to stay out and preserve himself wisely.
Mo Ningxiang's sarcastic comments quickly stirred internal grievance and turmoil.
That kind of life dependent on others, watching their expressions, lived for too long, too stifling, too helpless, losing reason upon Mo Ningxiang's direct exposure.
Mo Ningxiang looked at Zhongli Kun's red face but continued relentlessly.
"I know Clan Leader Zhongli doesn't want to choose sides. You don't wish to offend Dongmen Buju, nor want to alienate us small fry, because you know in Dongmen Buju's eyes, you're also nothing but an ant."
Zhongli Kun's face turned pig liver color purple, his jaw trembling violently.
Amazement.
Reluctance.
Anger.
Fear.
Frustration.
Various emotions intertwining in his heart, his mind resembling fireworks exploding.
Mo Ningxiang secretly took a deep breath.
She was now all-in.
The sudden taunting towards Zhongli Kun wasn't spontaneous, but intentional.
As a powerful Ancient Clan equal to the Xuan Clan, though they're still outmatched by the Heavenly Clan, if Earth Clan and Xuan Clan teamed up, supported by other Ancient Clans, they might stand a chance against the Heavenly Clan.
If they fought alone, they would only be swallowed up.
Therefore.
She constantly provoked Zhongli Kun now, intending to stir his inner resentment towards Dongmen Buju.
Each of her words probed Zhongli Kun's grievance and helpless nerves.
A hefty weight oppressed him, preventing him, an Earth Clan leader, from ever showing his head high, and only Zhongli Kun could comprehend this suffocating feeling.
"If you want to surrender to Dongmen Buju, hurry and kneel with three hundred bows! Otherwise, your Earth Clan remains a threat to him, just like our Xuan Clan."
Mo Ningxiang seemed to see through everything, her words profound.
All the clan leaders, including Zhongli Kun, stood stunned, dumbfounded, their faces growing harder, colder.
"Hahaha! Good, good! Well said!"
In the midst of silence, suddenly applause and cheering erupted.
Dongmen Buju beamed, clapping three times towards Mo Ningxiang.
"Indeed, a tiger father begets no dogs. Mo Ningxiang, you and your father are truly alike, even I almost got swayed by your words."
"However, unfortunately, you got one thing right. They are cowards, ants, they wouldn't dare oppose me, even if you talk till your mouth goes dry."
"Moreover, the entire Changliu Mountain is under my control, before the meeting ends, think not of going anywhere."
At once.
An uproar!
Dongmen Buju's smile had given them a clear answer.
All clan leaders hesitated, communicating with their followers waiting at the mountain's foot.
However.
Not a single voice responded. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
The transmission seemed swallowed in the ocean, silent, not stirring a bit of wave.
"Wh... What's going on here?!"
"Could it... could it be real?"
"Hong Clan Leader's follower's head... this..."
Only now did the clan leaders realize, Dongmen Buju's words weren't jokes, and Hong Chuyuan's follower's head wasn't a joke either.
The followers waiting below the mountain, already wiped out!
