Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1201 - 1199: You’re the First Person to Dare Say You Don’t Know Me
Mo Ningxiang heard this and was so furious her insides churned. But having one leg crippled by Dongmen Buju, even moving a little caused unbearable pain, let alone standing up.
She wanted to retort, to curse, but had no strength left.
She could only glare fiercely at Dongmen Buju, eyes like torches, lips trembling as she bit them.
"What? Not convinced? If you're not, then get up. What's the point of just lying there?"
Dongmen Buju said leisurely, provocatively shrugging his shoulders.
"You!"
Before Mo Ningxiang could finish, Dongmen Buju mercilessly interrupted her.
"Clan Leader Mo, you'd better save your strength. Otherwise, you'll bleed to death before I even make a move, and that would not be my fault."
"Dongmen Buju, you shameless!"
"You just realized? Hahaha!"
Dongmen Buju laughed wildly, paying no attention to Mo Ningxiang's roars and growls, instead thoroughly enjoying it.
Yi Shengtang's gaze turned cold, watching Dongmen Buju intently, his chest heaving.
He was angry but dared not speak.
Emotions to act surged in his heart, veins bulged on his arms, and his clenched fists trembled slightly. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
However.
Just as he was about to express himself.
Dongmen Buju suddenly spoke.
"Clan Leader Yi, do you also wish to make a move against me?"
Yi Shengtang was taken aback. Just now, Dongmen Buju hadn't even looked at him, so how did he know...
"Don't forget the fate of Hong Chuyuan and Tuo YHong, don't ruin your future."
Those words.
Were like needles piercing Yi Shengtang's body, leaving him deflated, as if he were a punctured ball, his body immediately weakened, collapsing.
With words at this stage, to continue would likely make him and the Shennong Clan the next target.
Yi Shengtang felt utterly helpless and let out a long sigh.
"Clan Leader Yi, thank you."
Suddenly, Mo Ningxiang quietly spoke, eyes shimmering with gratitude as she looked at Yi Shengtang.
"I..."
Yi Shengtang also looked at Mo Ningxiang, his words failing him.
He had already done his best.
Dongmen Buju's strength was beyond his comparison.
If it were that person... then there might still be a glimmer of hope.
Yi Shengtang's mind conjured the name Lin Fan.
He didn't know where he was, but if he were at the top of Changliu Mountain, such a thing surely wouldn't happen.
At that moment.
Ling Wudeng, standing at the entrance, suddenly shivered, his expression changed dramatically, brow furrowed tightly, twisted like a rope.
His ears twitched, as if listening to something.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
His body suddenly moved, swiftly walking towards Dongmen Buju.
Dongmen Buju was still sneering, but upon seeing Ling Wudeng approaching, seemed to realize something and his face instantly turned dark.
The Clan Leaders were curious, what had happened?
This time Ling Wudeng's expression seemed even more solemn, more tense.
"What?!"
Ling Wudeng whispered something into Dongmen Buju's ear, and Dongmen Buju abruptly straightened up, eyes nearly popping out.
"Did you hear wrong?"
"Shouldn't be."
"Alright, you go then."
"Yes!"
Dongmen Buju frowned tightly, a trace of complexity and sharpness in his eyes, as if a cold glint was flickering.
He ignored everyone, as if the clan leaders weren't present at all, talking to himself.
"Well, bold guy, you really dare to come."
The Clan Leaders listened to Dongmen Buju's muttering, puzzled.
What did it mean? Is someone else coming up the mountain?
People looked around at each other, and at Hong Chuyuan on the ground and the blood mist that was Tuo YHong.
Everyone was here, there was no one else.
Who else could be coming up the mountain at this time, could it be Feng Qingshui?
Impossible.
Mo Ningxiang had left Feng Qingshui with the Xuan Clan, to guard; how could she come up easily.
Then who else could it be?
Amidst the crowd's puzzlement.
Mo Ningxiang suddenly smiled brilliantly, as if the pain in her body disappeared, her cheeks flush with red.
"Has Mo Ningxiang gone mad? Why is she smiling?"
"Probably got stimulated."
"Alas, so pitiful..."
"Such a good girl, why provoke the Heavenly Clan."
"There's nothing to be done... such a pity..."
Everyone sighed, feeling a sense of injustice for Mo Ningxiang.
But Mo Ningxiang ignored the crowd's comments, simply smiling to herself.
"Brother Lin Fan has come, he knows."
Yi Shengtang was taken aback, sharply looking at Mo Ningxiang, utterly shocked.
...
On the other side.
Lin Fan was rushing up the mountain like the wind.
The sooner I am, the less danger Mo Ningxiang will be in.
But this Changliu Mountain is just too high!
So high it seems infinite, as if reaching for the clouds, despite rushing with all my might, still not reaching the top.
Surrounded by clouds, birds flying alongside.
For a moment, Lin Fan almost felt like he was soaring through the clouds.
This isn't the time to sightsee!
Glancing at the beautiful scenery beside him, he angrily scolded himself, and immediately focused on the path ahead.
But barely two steps after.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion, like thunder bursting in his ears.
Lin Fan abruptly halted, a buzzing sound in his ears.
A swirl of yellow sand rose up, blocking the path ahead.
Lin Fan quickly stepped back two steps, focusing his gaze with a frown, looking coldly ahead, uncertain of the situation.
Although he couldn't see, he could feel it.
Within the sand, a faint sense of killing intent lurked.
Lin Fan's body instantly tightened; from the aura of the opponent, he could tell they were not friendly!
As the yellow sand gradually dissipated.
A figure slowly emerged from the dust.
Holding a pitch-black long sword in one hand, the other hand behind his back, standing menacingly, no expression on his face, eyes filled with fierceness and coldness.
Like a robot, devoid of emotion.
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, pupils contracting, smiling at the person.
A glance at the ground showed a big hole where the explosion had been.
If he had been a step faster, he would have been a cloud of blood mist.
However.
The other party didn't seem eager to kill him.
Not in a long time had he encountered such a calm opponent. Even the Fifth Sword Emperor wasn't so steady.
"Who are you?"
"Ling Wudeng."
"Don't know you." Lin Fan replied casually, indeed not knowing this person, just speaking the truth.
Ling Wudeng's eye twitched.
On the Sumeru Continent, people who didn't know him could be counted on one hand.
And to say it to his face.
Lin Fan was the first.
"Courageous."
"Are you crazy? Not knowing who you are means I have courage? Well, I don't know your parents either."
"You're the first to dare say you don't know me."
Lin Fan rolled his eyes with exasperation, encountering yet another madman.
Who I want to know is my business, what's it to him?
Is he really that famous on the Sumeru Continent?
"Step aside, I don't have time for you."
"You're going up the mountain."
Ling Wudeng spoke, always maintaining a stance like a piece of wood, standing still.
"Yes."
"Sorry, I can't let you go up."
Ling Wudeng's eyes shot a cold flash.
A flick of the wrist, the Black Sword stood upright, pointing straight at Lin Fan.
