Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1268 - 1266: Massacre, No Survivors!

The crowd was stunned!

Eyes wide, mouths agape!

Everyone's breath came to a halt, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

No one moved.

No one dared to move!

Madness, utter madness, complete madness!

The bustling military camp of the Heavenly Clan, with hundreds of thousands of troops swarming in, instantly fell silent, as quiet as a grave.

The crowd watched in disbelief as Dongmen Yuanwu's Divine Sense was obliterated, their minds in utter chaos.

Fear spread unchecked through the army.

What... what is going on?

The renowned Heavenly Clan General Dongmen Yuanwu, facing a mere youngster, couldn't put up any resistance.

A single breath!

And the void vanished, dead beyond dead.

After all, he was the strongest general of the Heavenly Clan!

Invincible in battle, unstoppable in attack.

The favored general of Clan Leader Dongmen Buju.

Yet... couldn't last a single round...

Terror.

Terrifying beyond words!

If even a general died so miserably, then those of them, mere soldiers, wouldn't even qualify to fill the gaps between his teeth.

What's the point of staying here?

To wait for death?

Once the thought of escape arose, it was inevitable.

Everyone looked at each other, eyes filled with confusion and panic.

Leaderless, all they could do was run for their lives.

Swoosh.

Everyone simultaneously looked at Lin Fan.

"Gulp..."

"Gulp..."

Everyone swallowed hard, cheeks twitching uncontrollably, faces flushed with panic, showing a mix of blue and red.

"Run!"

"Flee for your lives!"

"Help, I don't want to die!"

Someone in the army burst out with a piercing shout.

The panic grew heavier with the sound, turning the army into a scattered mess.

Amid the wailing.

People fled in despair, shedding armor, abandoning weapons, losing shoes, stumbling to the ground... the chaotic scene couldn't stop them from escaping, and everything turned into disarray.

However.

Lin Fan certainly wouldn't let them go.

Even though these were just insignificant soldiers, they were Heavenly Clan troops. Letting even one go posed a threat to the Xuan Clan.

"Trying to escape?"

Lin Fan sneered, growling low like a hungry beast.

The sound, though faint, exploded like thunder in everyone's ears.

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers grew even more fearful, faces full of dread, fleeing desperately.

If Dongmen Buju saw this scene, he'd surely be furious.

The illustrious Heavenly Clan with millions of troops.

Terrified to the point of scattering like birds and beasts by one man, Lin Fan, fleeing without a fight.

Utter disgrace!

But now, these soldiers didn't care about the Heavenly Clan's dignity, only about saving their own skins.

However.

Before they could run far, Lin Fan drew the Xuanyuan Sword.

Overwhelming killing intent, Sword Qi slashing out instantly.

The Heavenly Clan camp erupted in a whirlwind of blood and rain, turning into a hellish place.

A few breaths later.

Millions of soldiers scattered and fled, completely disintegrated.

Out of hundreds of thousands, not a single soul survived.

The mountains and plains were filled with broken limbs and rivers of blood.

Lin Fan stood alone atop the mountain of corpses, his body stained red with blood.

He quietly looked towards the direction of the Heavenly Clan, eyes filled with sharpness.

Dongmen Buju, I'm coming for you!

...

Heavenly Clan Main Hall.

Dongmen Buju was quite dissatisfied with Zhu Qilue's arbitrary decision, but didn't dare to speak out, only swallowed his anger.

Three days.

And still three more days!

He could utterly wipe out the entire Xuan Clan in those three days; the opponent could never be his match.

Once millions of troops launched an attack, it would be unstoppable, no one could resist.

Moreover, Feng Qingshui was nowhere to be found; without Feng Qingshui, the Xuan Clan was as good as half dead, could Mo Ningxiang, that young girl, hold out?

Impossible.

So Dongmen Buju didn't want to wait three days; he wanted a swift victory.

And Lin Fan was indeed a variable.

What if Zhu Qilue lost after three days?

Although 99% unlikely, Lin Fan might very well create that 1% miracle.

Dongmen Buju's anxiety was not unfounded.

He paced back and forth in the main hall, angrily pondering how to bring this matter up with Zhu Qilue.

At that moment.

A soldier came to report.

The Heavenly Clan's millions of troops had vanished overnight, the camp empty, not a living soul.

Only a field of corpses.

"What?"

Dongmen Buju suddenly halted, glaring at the soldier, unable to believe his ears.

"Vanished?!"

"Y-yes... completely... all gone..."

"How could this be." Dongmen Buju's body trembled, unsteady on his feet, brain buzzing, a blank slate. "Who... who did this?"

One name popped into his mind.

The corner of his eye.

Twitching fiercely.

Yet he refused to believe it was done by that person.

"Heard it was... Lin Fan..."

Sure enough!

Dongmen Buju gasped, pupils shrinking rapidly, face turning extremely dark and grim.

In just half a day.

Lin Fan had already acted first.

If the army had pressed forward earlier, obliterating the Xuan Clan, this wouldn't have happened.

Now.

He suffered the loss of millions of soldiers for nothing!

Dongmen Buju clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging, face changing color dramatically.

At this moment, Zhu Qilue walked leisurely into the main hall with hands behind his back, catching sight of the fuming Dongmen Buju.

Not knowing what had occurred, he sneered, "Clan Leader Dongmen, what has you so riled up? Mind your health."

Just as he finished.

Whoosh!

A dark shadow, carrying an aggressive momentum, instantly appeared before Zhu Qilue.

Zhu Qilue hadn't even had time to react when his collar was fiercely seized.

His brow furrowed, just about to retaliate, only to find Dongmen Buju glaring at him fiercely, as if about to consume him.

"Clan Leader Dongmen?" Zhu Qilue raised an eyebrow, glanced at his collar, speaking softly.

"Do you know what you have done?! My millions of troops were destroyed by Lin Fan overnight! If it weren't for your talk of three godforsaken days, I would have flattened the Xuan Clan long ago. Are you here to help me or to harm me? Do you believe I won't chop you up right now!"

Dongmen Buju lost his mind, roaring like thunder.

"Clan Leader Dongmen, what happened; speak slowly." Zhu Qilue furrowed his brow slightly, very calm in demeanor.

However.

His indifferent attitude instantly infuriated Dongmen Buju.

Dongmen Buju's mind exploded.

This mess was your fault, causing me severe losses, and now you act like nothing happened, even advising me to calm down!

Screw you!

He, a proud Heavenly Clan Leader, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

No matter if you're from the Five Elements Realm or not, I'll punch you, you wretched bastard.

Dongmen Buju cursed fervently in his mind, raising his fist, swinging it towards Zhu Qilue's face.

Bang.

The fist broke through the sound barrier, resonating with a thrilling sonic boom.

Yet.

Zhu Qilue remained unmoved, a trace of disdain on his face.

The next second.

Dongmen Buju flew backwards, crashing heavily against the main seat, utterly defeated.