Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1232 - 1230: Isn’t Ling Wudeng Right on You!

Bang!

A loud explosion, deafening.

Dongmen Buju didn't know what flew at him, he just saw something round like a ball in a daze.

That thing seemed to appear out of thin air, flying from some unknown place.

Carrying a nauseating stench.

But sensing a subtle killing intent, he struck without hesitation.

Suddenly!

After the blast, the sky seemed covered in a bloody red.

Dongmen Buju was stunned, shocked and bewildered.

What was that?!

After hitting that thing, it exploded abruptly, flesh and blood flying everywhere, staining Dongmen Buju all over.

His head, face, body, hands... all covered in disgusting blood chunks.

Dongmen Buju stared blankly at his filthy and dirty clothes, his expression extremely unpleasant, changing colors between green and red.

He never imagined being made such a fool, in such a pathetic and embarrassing state.

His whole body emitted an unpleasant stench, making others reluctant to approach.

"Who? Who did this! How dare they attack me, who was it?!"

Dongmen Buju roared like thunder, shouting angrily.

His sharp and vicious gaze swept across the faces of the clan leaders, like sharp daggers piercing their hearts.

Zhongli Kun and Huang Changfeng were lackeys, naturally incapable of such actions.

Moreover, the two were already scared stiff on the ground, unable to muster the strength to stand.

Yun Buwen and Tai Hao remained neutral and wouldn't dare provoke Dongmen Buju.

That left only Su Yuankun, Qing Lin, and Xuanyuan Ding.

Dongmen Buju's merciless gaze instantly locked onto the three, his eyes twitching.

"Who?"

He spat out the word coldly.

It was intimidation.

It was interrogation.

It was a threat.

Yet.

The three looked at each other cluelessly, also appearing genuinely baffled.

They didn't seem to be pretending.

Could it not be them either?

Then who could it be?

Dongmen Buju's heart burned with rage, feeling as if he were being roasted over a fire.

All the clan leaders focused their gaze on him.

Yet he was in such an embarrassing predicament.

Where was the grandeur and elegance of the Sumeru Continent's top ancient clan leader?

He now looked entirely like a beggar.

Moreover.

What exactly was that round thing?

He was utterly puzzled.

Just as he was about to vent his anger on the three and take action.

"It's me!"

A resounding shout pierced through the sky, like a sharp sword slicing through the void, directly entering everyone's ears.

The voice was full of energy, deep and rich, yet filled with youthful arrogance and defiance, clear and loud.

Dongmen Buju's eyes lit up, a flash of surprise, he quickly turned to look at the mountain path.

The weak Yi Shengtang also showed a faint smile, relieved.

All the clan leaders looked over in unison, shocked, dumbfounded.

But Mo Ningxiang.

Had long been bursting into tears.

She couldn't be more familiar with this voice.

Every lonely, helpless, and desolate night, this voice would accompany her, echoing in her mind over and over.

Her eyes glistened with tender affection, as bright as stars, as if spring flowed through her gaze, unblinkingly looking toward the source of the voice, a blush of shy red blooming on her face.

Tears like pearls, clear and transparent, fell uncontrollably.

Lin Fan... you're safe... that's great...

A head appeared on the mountain path.

Expressionless, calm and composed.

A pair of fierce eyes staring ahead, not flustered, not retreating, carrying the stubbornness and determination unique to youth.

Those eyes hid overwhelming killing intent.

Seemingly telling everyone, he was here to take Dongmen Buju's life!

The crowd was startled by his intimidating presence, frozen in breath, staring without turning, a sudden panic welling up inside.

No need for Dongmen Buju to know who it was.

He blurted out.

"Lin Fan?!"

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet tinged with surprise and amazement.

The crowd was in an uproar!

Astonished!

It was really Lin Fan who came up the mountain!

Although they hoped for this in their hearts, when it actually happened, they couldn't help but be astounded, incredulous.

It's Lin Fan!

Truly Lin Fan!!!

He didn't die at Ling Wudeng's hands, and he climbed the mountain alive, even...

The crowd gasped.

Because Lin Fan had already reached the last step, awe-inspiring, steadily poised.

Carrying an air of awe-inspiring righteousness, glaring righteously at Dongmen Buju.

His eyes held no one else.

And only now did the crowd notice, Lin Fan was without a single wound, completely unharmed!

They thought, having fought so much downhill, Lin Fan must have been injured.

Yet.

There wasn't even a scratch to be seen, simply unbelievable.

What exactly happened at the bottom of the mountain?!

What was that thing Lin Fan threw earlier?!

Lin Fan cold and stern as frost, swept his eyes over the crowd, revealing no emotion.

Finally.

His gaze fell on Mo Ningxiang.

Staring at that puddle of blood on the ground, then seeing Mo Ningxiang's tear-streaked face.

His heart tightened suddenly, as if squeezed by someone.

"Ningxiang."

He couldn't help but call softly.

"Lin Fan..."

Mo Ningxiang responded with a sob, her heart mixed with complex emotions.

Joy, excitement, worry, concern, anxiety… all mixed together, turning into tears bursting out.

Seeing Lin Fan, she saw hope.

Especially seeing Lin Fan unscathed, the burden lifted off her heart.

Dongmen Buju's expression at the moment was exceptionally unpleasant, his face turned to a livid purplish-red from surprise to anger.

Lin Fan was blatantly ignoring him!

Arrogant.

Too arrogant!

"Damn Lin Fan! Don't be too smug! I never expected Ling Wudeng couldn't stop you from coming up! But, as long as I'm here, you better not act rashly. Kneel obediently now, or I'll grind you to dust!"

Dongmen Buju yelled at Lin Fan, his voice like thunder exploding in everyone's ears.

The crowd snapped back to reality.

"Lin Fan... it was Lin Fan who came up!"

"How could this be... how could this be?! How could he, a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, defeat Middle Heavenly Venerate Ling Wudeng?!"

"What unexpected event happened to let Lin Fan succeed?"

"It's truly Lin Fan, hahaha!"

"So young, with such impressive skills, his future is limitless indeed."

The crowd discussed animatedly, with both joy and sorrow.

But everyone agreed, none expected Lin Fan to defeat Ling Wudeng.

Sumeru Continent's top retainer Ling Wudeng!

The crowd looked at Lin Fan with complex emotions, unsure how to judge him.

Dongmen Buju took a deep breath, glancing at the mountain path.

He too had doubts.

Lin Fan sneered, slowly saying, "Are you looking for Ling Wudeng?"

Dongmen Buju's face twitched, viciously replied, "Kid! How could Ling Wudeng lose to you, what underhanded tricks did you use?! Where is Ling Wudeng now?"

"Heh, isn't Ling Wudeng right there on you?" Lin Fan's face full of mockery, not placing Dongmen Buju in his eyes at all, even retorting sarcastically.

Dongmen Buju froze, hurriedly looked around, then down at himself. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

No trace of Ling Wudeng.

He was immediately enraged, feeling like a monkey being toyed with.

"Lin Fan, you!"

But just as he uttered half a sentence, he paused.