Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1238 - 1236: The Wager—300 Kowtows, 300 Calls of Grandpa!
Laugh?!
Is that mockery directed at me?!
Damn it.
A Ninth Rank Saint Emperor dares to publicly laugh at me!
Damn it!
Lin Fan really deserves to die!
Dongmen Buju’s heart grew increasingly restless and furious; his eyes turned blood-red, blazing with raging flames.
The smile on Lin Fan’s face thoroughly angered him.
Mo Ningxiang’s fate is clearly in his hands, what right does he have to laugh at him.
Just a mere ant.
If it were an ordinary day, he wouldn’t even spare Lin Fan a glance. Looking for one more second feels like a waste of time.
Directly ignoring him.
But now.
He actually has to face the mocking, teasing smile on the opponent’s face.
Unbearable.
Dongmen Buju’s eye corner twitched fiercely.
A beam of death shot from his eyes, glaring at Lin Fan, with terrifying momentum enveloping the mountainside.
"Lin Fan! You enjoy laughing now, you won’t be able to later! I can tell you this now, I won’t kill Mo Ningxiang. I’m going to take her back to the Heavenly Clan, let her marry Nuor, let her serve Nuor for a lifetime! Let her not survive nor seek death!"
"As for you. You’ll be dead soon, your bones shattered, divine sense extinguished. You won’t exist in this world, as if you never appeared. You can’t avenge Mo Ningxiang; you can only watch as I take her away, only imagine the scene of her being trampled."
"I won’t let those other trash go either. Rest assured, I will arrange them properly, letting their end be just as miserable as yours, even more so. Lin Fan, don’t forget, all this was caused by you, because you provoked me, Dongmen Buju!"
Dongmen Buju roared in rage, clenched his fists, veins bulging on his arms.
In his eyes, Lin Fan is already a dead man.
As soon as Lin Fan approaches, he will use all his killing moves to annihilate Lin Fan completely.
The entire process only takes a fraction of a breath.
Lin Fan will have no chance to escape.
Dongmen Buju’s mouth curled into a sinister smile.
He didn’t bother with Mo Ningxiang and Yi Shengtang, focusing completely on Lin Fan’s direction, his face solemn, as if facing a great enemy.
The other clan leaders, especially Su Yuankun and Qing Lin, kept their eyes fixed on Lin Fan in mid-air.
This guy is heading to his death!
Leaping into the air with no chance to evade.
Moreover.
There’s nothing around to block, Lin Fan is entirely visible in Dongmen Buju’s eyes.
Could it be?
Lin Fan is going to confront Dongmen Buju head-on?
That would only lead to a quicker, more tragic death, with no time to react.
The Middle Heavenly Venerate of the Ninth Layer isn’t just a boast or a joke!
Their hearts tightened, their heartbeats accelerating as if they were about to leap out of their throats.
"Lin Fan, quickly leave, falling like this is only death!"
"Head-on collision leaves you no chance, you’re being foolish."
"Your confidence will harm you, stop now."
The two shouted anxiously, trying to persuade Lin Fan to leave quickly, at least to survive.
But.
Lin Fan acted as if he hadn’t heard, continuing to fall toward Dongmen Buju, with unwavering resoluteness in his eyes.
"Hmph, this kid is stubborn and extremely stupid, actually daring to confront Clan Leader Dongmen, it’s simply calling him a waste."
"Good advice can’t persuade a doomed ghost. He’s seeking death on his own; no matter how you advise, he won’t listen, give up."
"This man is too stubborn. If he doesn’t learn flexibility, he’ll encounter trouble sooner or later..."
"Wasting such talent with a rigid mind. To put it plainly, he is a hothead, even if he survives, he won’t amount to anything."
Zhongli Kun, Huang Changfeng, Yun Buwen, and Tai Hao expressed sarcasm and sighs. To summarize, Lin Fan is determined to die.
"Huang Changfeng! Shut your crow mouth!" Su Yuankun’s eye twitched, enraged. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
"Hey! How am I a crow mouth, I’m speaking facts. This guy is doomed!" Huang Changfeng came in with a fiery retort.
"Bullshit!"
"Su Yuankun, who do you think you are to speak to me like that."
"What if Lin Fan doesn’t die, what will you say?" Su Yuankun couldn’t find a reasoned argument, urgently saying.
"Doesn’t die? Hahaha! If this kid doesn’t die, I’ll kowtow to him three hundred times, calling him grandpa three hundred times!" Huang Changfeng, wide-eyed with rage, shouted, pointing at Lin Fan.
"You said it, don’t go back on it then."
"I won’t backpedal! If this kid dies, you must kowtow to me three hundred times, calling me grandpa three hundred times!"
"An agreement!"
Su Yuankun didn’t know where he gathered the courage, agreeing without hesitation.
Huang Changfeng laughed sinisterly, showing a winning expression.
"Clan Leader Su, you’ll find out in a breath, don’t renege then."
"You better not renege either!"
As they were talking.
Suddenly, the sky emitted a radiant golden light, like the sun shining brightly on the earth, dazzling.
With a swish.
Everyone stopped arguing and looked over.
The saying goes that those involved are confused, and onlookers are clear.
They could clearly see that ten steps in front of Dongmen Buju appeared a misty, smoke-like barrier.
Like a dome encompassing Dongmen Buju within.
Airtight.
Tight defense.
Array?!
Everyone was surprised, not expecting Dongmen Buju to use an array against Lin Fan.
This is something only high-level duels would employ, generally not used easily, as it consumes a lot of spiritual power and physical energy.
Once used, it means disregarding everything to kill the opponent.
If Lin Fan enters Dongmen Buju’s array range, there’s no return, potentially wiped out.
Unless.
Lin Fan also uses an array, preserving himself, otherwise, there’s no chance to survive.
However.
A Middle Heavenly Venerate of the Ninth Layer deploying an array against a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, such a scene has never happened, like a fantastical tale, leaving people surprised and stunned.
If they hadn’t witnessed it themselves, they wouldn’t believe it even if killed.
"Haha! Lin Fan is doomed, soon Su Clan Leader will kowtow to me, calling grandpa. Su Yuankun, don’t try to deny it, a bet is a bet!"
Huang Changfeng laughed triumphantly, glancing at Su Yuankun beside him.
Su Yuankun looked ashen, nervously staring at Lin Fan and Dongmen Buju.
He didn’t really care about the wager, he just hoped Lin Fan would survive.
But given the current situation.
It seems unlikely.
Huang Changfeng’s cold mockery fell on deaf ears, as he anxiously watched the rapid changes in front, unable to dare blink.
Dongmen Buju’s face rippled with a sinister smile.
Come on!
Come on!
Just a little closer, just Lin Fan entering his array.
It’d be like flies hitting the trap set by spiders; death awaits them.
Boom!
Suddenly, a vortex appeared under Dongmen Buju’s feet, swirling around his body, becoming fierce, gradually turning into a whirlwind.
Overwhelming killing aura spread.
The pressure on the mountaintop gradually lowered.
The tense atmosphere pressed on everyone’s nerves.
So tense it suffocated.
So tense it froze bodies.
Huang Changfeng, flushed with excitement, couldn’t hold back his laughter thinking about the dignified Huang Clan leader kowtowing to him.
At this moment, the situation suddenly changed.
