Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1233 - 1231: A Difference of 9 Great Realms!
The crowd listened to Lin Fan's cold laugh, then also turned to Dongmen Buju.
However, after searching around, Lin Wudeng's presence was indeed absent.
But as Dongmen Buju was stunned.
The crowd suddenly understood the meaning behind Lin Fan's words, inhaling sharply, their scalps tingling, hair standing on end.
"This... this is..."
"Is Lin Fan even human?! Does he mean to say..."
"It seems... indeed it is so..."
"Terrifying! Extremely terrifying!"
All the clan leaders exclaimed with fear and uncertainty.
Dongmen Buju's face also lost all color, turning pale as paper, his cheeks twitching involuntarily.
Confusion.
Amazement.
Surprise.
Even a hint of fear.
Lin Fan was the first to make Dongmen Buju feel fear.
This guy...
Seeing Dongmen Buju's sudden change in expression, Lin Fan guessed the other had understood, and laughed loudly, "That's right, the blood on you is Lin Wudeng's. The head you blew up just now was Lin Wudeng's."
Shock!
Silence.
A deathly silence!
Everyone forgot to breathe, their throats felt blocked by something, their hearts ceased to beat.
Lin Fan, a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, had severed the head of Lin Wudeng, a Middle Heavenly Venerate second layer!
This...
This...
The crowd began to tremble uncontrollably, their eyes filled with astonishment and fear, speechless.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Dongmen Buju seemed unwilling to believe this result, waved his hand, roaring like thunder.
"How could Lin Wudeng be killed by an ant like you? You're boasting. How can you, a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor trash, be worthy?"
"Whether I'm worthy or not isn't up to you. Lin Wudeng knows. But now he can't tell you. How about I send you over to him so you two can 'talk'?"
The crowd froze.
Arrogant!
Lin Fan was truly too arrogant!
He dared to speak to Dongmen Buju this way, even suggesting sending Dongmen Buju off to the West.
Even Mo Ningxiang, even those who had stood out before like Yi Shengtang, Su Yuankun, Qing Lin, and Xuanyuan Ding, dared not speak to Dongmen Buju like that.
Lin Fan, a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, was excessively over the line.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
Sure enough, Dongmen Buju laughed wildly.
The laughter sounded like it came from hell, triggering the deeply buried fear in everyone's hearts.
The bone-deep terror made people deeply anxious.
Even Su Yuankun, Qing Lin, and Xuanyuan Ding felt a bit afraid.
"Youngster, you're too arrogant! It infuriates me, your attitude seems like you don't even regard me. Apparently, you are unaware of who Dongmen Buju is. But that's fine, I haven't encountered someone as foolish and ignorant like you for a long time."
Dongmen Buju paused, still with a maniacal grin.
He glanced at the other clan leaders, still speaking in a distorted tone.
"These people, none have your audacity to speak to me like this, so playing with them is dull. Moreover, they are merely ant trash in my eyes, I could crush them to powder with just my small finger! As for you, hehe... I'll certainly make sure to treat you well."
Hearing Dongmen Buju's sinister voice, everyone couldn't help but get goosebumps, their souls leaving their bodies.
In the blink of an eye.
Everyone looked at Lin Fan simultaneously.
Is it even possible to fight?
How can this be fought?!
Lin Fan, merely a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, although unknown how he defeated the Middle Heavenly Venerate second layer Lin Wudeng.
But.
Now he faces the Middle Heavenly Venerate ninth layer Dongmen Buju!
Middle Heavenly Venerate ninth layer, half-step Upper Heavenly Venerate!
The further the realm advances, the harder it is to ascend. Although it looks like there's only a short gap from Middle Heavenly Venerate second layer to ninth layer.
But the strength disparity of each layer, is likely more difficult to bridge compared to a great realm when cultivation was low.
Moreover.
The gap between a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor and a Middle Heavenly Venerate ninth layer, spans nine great realms!
Nine great realms!
The gap before them likely can't be described even as an abyssal chasm, like a vast universe between the two!
Or, perhaps.
Dongmen Buju could smoothly kill Lin Fan with just a hair.
The sense of despair was like facing an insurmountable mountain, utterly helpless, at a loss.
Absolutely no way.
The crowd shook their heads, faces showing pity, looking at Lin Fan.
Yet Lin Fan's face remained calm, serene, composed.
As if oblivious of what was about to unfold.
Alas—
Ignorance is fearless.
Lin Fan ultimately is too young, too unaware of fear and dread. Because of this, he remained on the wrong path without returning.
"Brother Lin Fan... don't..."
Mo Ningxiang looked at Lin Fan's tense body, his flushed appearance, estimated Lin Fan would act, pleading tearfully.
Lin Fan frowned, looked at Mo Ningxiang. Seeing her tearful, helplessly shaking her head.
"Leave quickly... don't risk your life for me... Your presence made me happy enough... But you're not Dongmen Buju's match... Please, go."
Even.
Even Mo Ningxiang pleaded so.
Lin Fan's mouth twitched, pupils suddenly contracted.
"Since I've come, I must take you away."
"Leave?! Hahaha! Do you really think you can go down the mountain alive? Lin Fan, you are absurdly naive, thinking you're omnipotent? Truly think I'll let you survive another breath?!"
Dongmen Buju's eyes suddenly turned crimson, his voice escalated.
Menacing, sharp, icy, bloodthirsty!
Abruptly.
A sweeping, overwhelming aura enveloped Lin Fan.
A fraction of a breath!
Instantly surrounding Lin Fan.
Such aura, Lin Fan had never witnessed.
From all directions, from above and below, from every place it surged forth, like stuffing one into a giant bag, the opening closing tighter, compressing Lin Fan's body.
The surging aura seeped into Lin Fan's every pore.
As if wanting to explode each pore!
Lin Fan suddenly felt suffocated.
What?!
Is this the power of a Middle Heavenly Venerate ninth layer?!
He swallowed heavily.
The vision of Dongmen Buju had vanished, seemingly blended with the air, yet that feeling never faded.
Although unseen anywhere, Dongmen Buju existed everywhere.
Suddenly!
The air quickly compressed on Lin Fan, solidifying into countless daggers, thousands upon thousands, densely packed.
In a flash.
All aimed at Lin Fan.
Just a blow, Lin Fan's divine sense obliterated, leaving no remains.
The crowd held their breath, staring, faces gloomy, it seemed they had already sentenced Lin Fan to death in their hearts.
He cannot possibly dodge.
Absolutely cannot.
Lin Fan ultimately paid for his youth with his life.
In the midst of a long sigh.
Suddenly a voice erupted.
"Instant Escape!"
Boom!
Countless air-forged daggers went astray, all crashed together, instantly transformed into air waves, spreading outward.
The clan leaders stumbled, swaying.
Upon regaining senses, the spot where Lin Fan stood had been blown into a crater.
Yet.
Lin Fan's trace was nowhere to be seen.
