Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1191 - 1189: After a Hundred, a Thousand, or Even Ten Thousand Years, Will Anyone Remember That the Xuan Clan Belonged to the Mo Family?
The expressions on the faces of the clan leaders twitched, daring to be angry but not saying a word, as they looked at the unruffled Dongmen Buju.
Suddenly.
They noticed Mo Ningxiang was also very calm.
Not affected at all by the annihilation of her followers, she even wore a smile.
What was going on?
Did Mo Ningxiang not care about her followers at all?
Even Dongmen Buju was a bit taken aback, looking at Mo Ningxiang in confusion.
Just then.
A small soldier hurriedly came up behind Ling Wudeng, whispering something into his ear.
Ling Wudeng's expression changed as he quickly walked to Dongmen Buju's side, whispering some more.
Dongmen Buju's expression immediately turned grave.
"Confirmed?"
"Absolutely."
Dongmen Buju nodded, his face somewhat unpleasant, he slowly turned to Mo Ningxiang, the disdain in his eyes quietly disappearing.
That expression, as if Mo Ningxiang was immeasurably deep.
The clan leaders were puzzled, not understanding what Dongmen Buju's expression and eyes signified.
And what did Ling Wudeng say to Dongmen Buju?
Suddenly, a violent atmosphere swept over everyone's hearts.
A fraction of a second!
A dark shadow suddenly dashed toward Mo Ningxiang.
Dongmen Buju's seat was empty, only the teacup on the table still spinning.
Clang!
The sound of the teacup shattering.
The clan leaders suddenly realized what had happened and turned in the direction of the sound.
Their breaths caught and their scalps tingled, sending chills down their spines.
As you can see.
In Mo Ningxiang's seat, Dongmen Buju had somehow appeared beside her, clutching her neck and lifting her off the ground.
Mo Ningxiang was caught off guard, her hand loosened, dropping the teacup which shattered into countless pieces.
A breath!
Two breaths!
Three breaths!
…
Whole ten breaths!
The top of Changliu Mountain seemed deserted, eerily silent.
Terrifying.
Horrifying.
Thrilling.
Violent.
Brutal.
Dongmen Buju's face exuded an overwhelming killing intent, his face stern, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly.
Mo Ningxiang in his grasp, her face flushed, both hands gripping Dongmen Buju's wrists desperately trying to pry them apart, but to no avail.
Even if the remaining eight clan leaders joined forces, they likely couldn't do anything against Dongmen Buju.
Lone Mo Ningxiang, how could she possibly be a match for Dongmen Buju?
As long as Dongmen Buju gently moved his fingers.
Mo Ningxiang would turn to dust.
Dead beyond revival!
It's just that simple, just that easy.
Like crushing an ant.
"You played me?"
Dongmen Buju's voice was icy cold, slowly uttering three words, his eyes fixed intently on Mo Ningxiang, as if trying to extract her soul.
The clan leaders were stunned, unable to believe their ears.
Dongmen Buju was played by Mo Ningxiang?!
How could it be?!
Not to mention the cultivation realm difference between the two was like a chasm, differing by millions fold, even the strength disparity between the Heavenly Clan and the Xuan Clan was worlds apart.
Even if Mo Ningxiang wanted to fight to the death, it would be absolutely impossible.
Going against the Heavenly Clan, there's only one outcome.
Death!
And Mo Ningxiang dared to play Dongmen Buju, truly reckless. It seemed because of Mo Chen's sudden death, she lost her reason.
How could she do such a thing?
The clan leaders shook their heads one after another, although they didn't know what happened, they were still muttering in their hearts.
Seeing Mo Ningxiang's aura growing weaker.
Breathing was faint.
Dongmen Buju snorted, then heavily flung her to the ground, instantly creating a hole.
"Feng Qingshui, where is he?"
He asked faintly, desperately trying to hide his fury.
The clan leaders' eyes suddenly widened.
What?!
The number one Xuan Clan expert Feng Qingshui didn't come?!
That meant Mo Ningxiang not only came to the mountain alone to fulfill the appointment but actually came to Changliu Mountain all by herself, without bringing anyone!
Knowing it was dangerous yet not bringing followers, had she already guessed Dongmen Buju's actions and thus made such a risky decision.
Comparatively.
Their followers were all annihilated by Dongmen Buju.
They felt their intelligence was being pressed into the ground and mocked harshly, unable to even compare to a little girl.
Truly embarrassing!
Mo Ningxiang lay on the ground gasping for breath, taking a while to recover.
Her eyes suddenly glanced sideways at Dongmen Buju, shooting a cold ray of light.
"Killing me now would be useless."
"The Xuan Clan won't collapse because of me, but will become even more united."
"Elder Feng will lead them to survive, and you all will never even dream of annihilating the Xuan Clan."
"Not only can't you kill completely… but we Xuan Clan will haunt you like ghosts, never rest until death." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
"Just one Mo Ningxiang dying doesn't matter because in the Xuan Clan there are thousands upon thousands of Mo Ningxiangs, thousands upon thousands of Mo Chens, thousands upon thousands of Feng Qingshuis!"
Mo Ningxiang, almost shouting, roared at Dongmen Buju.
She had already decided the moment she left the Xuan Clan.
She might never return.
She took a glance back at the main city of the Xuan Clan, her eyes full of tears.
"Madman… madman… crazed like Mo Chen!"
Dongmen Buju suddenly became agitated.
A violent aura surged around him, spreading like dense fog, instantly covering Changliu Mountain.
Blotting out the sky and sun.
Dark clouds gathered.
Lightning and thunder.
Clenching his fists, face red with anger, his veins bulging.
He, a dignified Heavenly Clan Leader, being played like a fool by a young girl.
The opponent had already set all her pieces, from coming alone, to instigating Zhongli Kun, from provoking opposition among the clan leaders, to appearing calm and composed.
The maturity in Mo Ningxiang's heart far exceeded her outward youth.
They were all deceived by Mo Ningxiang's appearance.
"Hehe… Hahaha!"
"Don't think this can stop me! No one can stop me Dongmen Buju! No one!"
Mo Ningxiang leaned against a chair leg, smiling slightly.
"Indeed, no one can stop you. But, your plan has failed. The Xuan Clan will never disappear!"
"Go ahead, kill me, avenge your son."
Dongmen Buju suddenly raised his foot, stomping hard on Mo Ningxiang's leg.
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking, Mo Ningxiang's forehead was immediately covered with beads of sweat, her face turning extremely pale.
However.
She didn't make a sound.
The intense pain almost made her faint, a mouthful of fresh blood spewing from her mouth.
"Want to die? Not so easy. You, little girl, aren't worthy of dying at my hands. I'll take you back, let you live unable to die or survive. Let you truly feel the pain that Nong'er felt."
"Moreover, there's one thing you probably miscalculated. I've never thought of destroying the Xuan Clan."
"What?" Mo Ningxiang, enduring the pain, was stunned.
"What I want to destroy is just the Mo Family and your loyal dogs, as for the name of Xuan Clan, I'll let Ling Wudeng carry on, let him become the clan leader of the Xuan Clan."
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Mo Ningxiang's brows furrowed, eyes wide open, so shocked she forgot the pain.
"Now it may seem impossible, but after killing enough people? After a hundred years, a thousand years, even ten thousand years? Will anyone remember your Mo Family?"
"It's just that you made me spend a bit more time."
Dongmen Buju lifted his foot, Mo Ningxiang's leg had already burst open, bleeding profusely, the scene utterly terrifying.
But more terrifying were Dongmen Buju's words.
