Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1240 - 1238: Lin Fan Is My Prey—No One Is Allowed to Steal Him!
Dongmen Buju suddenly realized, Lin Fan was trying to scatter the enemies away from the mountain!
Although Lin Fan wielded the Xuanyuan Sword and had devoured the Black Sword’s Artifact Spirit, enhancing the sword’s power.
But.
He surely wouldn’t be foolish enough to hardline fight me with just a Xuanyuan Sword.
Even with the Xuanyuan Sword that devoured the Black Sword’s spirit, it couldn’t bridge the gap between the two of us.
So.
When Lin Fan first made a frontal move, Dongmen Buju felt it was odd.
But he didn’t think much.
Because the temptation to slay Lin Fan was too great.
He was eager to resolve the issue, and Lin Fan’s seemingly inviting attack left him no time to think.
Yet.
Amidst the dense fog, despite the nine Great Realm difference between them.
Dongmen Buju found himself enveloped in darkness.
Unable to locate Lin Fan’s direction at all.
After making two consecutive moves, neither touched even the ends of Lin Fan.
Only then did Dongmen Buju realize.
Damn it!
He cursed silently in his heart.
Lin Fan never intended to fight him directly, never planned for a direct confrontation.
The opponent’s silhouette was always dodging.
Continuously avoiding battle.
Never truly intending to fight him!
Strategy of scattering the enemies!
Dongmen Buju figured it out and hurriedly tried to retreat.
However, upon turning.
He looked bewildered and lost.
Surrounded by swirling black mist, with thick clouds overhead, he couldn’t distinguish between directions.
Where was the direction he came from?
Dongmen Buju instantly froze in place, looking left, then right, unable to determine the way.
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
Dongmen Buju cursed three times, his body trembling with anger, his facial muscles quivering, and his eyes filled with a harsh, cold glint.
A wild, oppressive force emanated from his pores.
The surrounding black mist, seemingly feeling the pressure, retreated slightly.
This allowed Dongmen Buju to see the scene before him clearly.
It seemed.
He heard laughter coming from the darkness.
He glared, eyes wide, almost splitting.
In his mind appeared Lin Fan’s triumphant expression, full of mockery and jeers.
"Ant! Damned ant! Dare to play with me! Don’t let me catch you, or I’ll make sure you suffer, suffer!"
The voice echoed like thunder in the darkness.
But.
The surrounding remained quiet and tranquil.
Not a sound to be heard.
Initially, Dongmen Buju planned to pursue Lin Fan by his voice, yet Lin Fan seemed to have vanished into the Human World, no sound was made.
No choice.
He could only rely on instinct to find his way back.
That guy couldn’t have intended to abduct Mo Ningxiang, could he?!
A spark of realization flashed through his mind.
Prompting him to increase his pace at once.
After circling several times.
He finally found the original location.
But by then.
There was no sign of Mo Ningxiang.
Not only was Mo Ningxiang missing, but even Yi Shengtang had disappeared as well.
Only then did Dongmen Buju feel like a monkey being toyed around with.
"Lin Fan!"
"Lin Fan!"
He roared like thunder, shouting into the darkness twice.
The sound thundered through the sky, straight to the heavens.
His seething rage could only be expressed through roaring, utterly helpless against Lin Fan.
Because he knew.
Lin Fan had run off somewhere, chasing after him was no longer possible.
Just as he finished speaking.
The clouds and mist began to disperse gradually.
The sun broke through the clouds.
Changliu Mountain peak returned to light.
Dongmen Buju reconfirmed with a glance.
Lin Fan, Mo Ningxiang, and Yi Shengtang were all gone.
Not just them.
Even Su Yuankun and Qing Lin were nowhere to be found.
Aside from Dongmen Buju, the vast Changliu Mountain peak was left with only four bewildered individuals.
Huang Changfeng was kicked to the edge of the cliff, curled up in pain, groaning.
Zhongli Kun, Yun Buwen, Tai Hao stood frozen in place, seemingly under an Immobilization Spell, staring in shock at the restored Human World.
Hong Chuyuan lay severely wounded in a corner, barely conscious, unaware of the happenings outside.
Except for four living souls and one half-dead.
Lin Fan, Mo Ningxiang, Yi Shengtang, Su Yuankun, and Qing Lin had all vanished.
Disappeared together!
Dongmen Buju’s face twitched violently, consumed with fury.
An utter humiliation.
Simply an utter humiliation!
The dignified Middle Heavenly Venerate Ninth Layer, dignified Heavenly Clan Leader, dignified Dongmen Buju.
Was fooled like a toy by an ant-like Ninth Rank Saint Emperor.
Not only failing to kill him.
But letting him rescue several people right under his nose.
Dongmen Buju’s mind went blank, buzzing with sounds.
His body bursting with rage.
His expression involuntarily exposed ferocity and madness.
The cold look in his eyes swept through the crowd, like sharp knives, leaving everyone chilly and their scalp tingling.
Seeing Dongmen Buju’s expression, Zhongli Kun’s legs weakened abruptly, almost kneeling on the ground.
Yun Buwen and Tai Hao also looked extremely troubled, but being people of honor, didn’t falter, just avoided Dongmen Buju’s gaze.
"Damned Lin Fan! Damned Lin Fan! I must kill him!"
Suddenly.
A roar echoed from the mountain’s corner.
Everyone turned to look.
Only to see Huang Changfeng, his face twisted and sharp, crawling in front of Dongmen Buju.
"That brat dared to ambush me! Viciously kicked my bones, leaving me gravely wounded! What does he count for, using such despicable means, daring to ambush me, the Huang Clan Leader, it’s intolerable! Absolutely intolerable!"
Dongmen Buju scrutinized Huang Changfeng.
The latter’s body was weak and limp, dragging his feet on the ground, seeming broken.
Using only his hands for support, like a dying dog with broken legs.
Useless.
Two words popped in Dongmen Buju’s heart.
Yet he didn’t voice them.
Only a hint of disdain mixed in his gaze.
"Clan Leader Huang, how did you end up like this?"
"Clan Leader Dongmen, I must kill Lin Fan! Must kill Lin Fan, today is truly humiliating, being severely injured by a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor. I will exhaust Huang Clan’s power, no matter where Lin Fan is in the world, to capture and slay him."
Huang Changfeng angrily shouted, eyes wide in fury.
But his words deeply wounded Dongmen Buju.
If speaking of disgrace.
Dongmen Buju’s had it far worse.
Huang Changfeng’s words were less self-reproach, more like satire aimed at Dongmen Buju.
His expression darkened, ominous and cold.
Spotting Dongmen Buju’s unsettled expression, Zhongli Kun noticed Huang Changfeng still rambling indiscriminately.
He quickly coughed lightly, attempting to remind Huang Changfeng.
But Huang Changfeng, oblivious, continued in his own world.
"You want to race ahead of me, to kill Lin Fan?"
Dongmen Buju’s voice came coldly.
Frightening Huang Changfeng into silence, glancing up to notice clouds gathering on the other’s face.
His heart skipped a beat.
"No...dare not... I... I just wanted..."
Before Huang Changfeng could explain, Dongmen Buju raised a foot and kicked him in the head.
Boom!
Instant explosion!
Blood and flesh flew, a grisly sight.
Huang Changfeng’s head instantly turned into a mist of blood, his body falling straight down.
Directly dead.
"Lin Fan is my prey, no one should steal him."
Dongmen Buju muttered through clenched teeth, gazing into the distance, seemingly looking at the escaped Lin Fan.
