Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1269 - 1267: Heavenly Clan Leader? Hmph, Kneel Before Me!

Zhu Qilue dusted off his clothes, maintaining a careless demeanor.

"Dongmen Buju, didn't you hear me when I told you to calm down? You actually want to fight me? What do you think you are, worthy of matching with someone from the Five Elements Realm? You're just an ant from the Sumeru Continent, you should be kneeling before me, worshipping me. I don't kill you because I'm wary, but because I'm too lazy to make a move."

He walked leisurely up to Dongmen Buju, speaking smoothly and calmly.

The main seat had shattered into wooden fragments, Dongmen Buju lay amidst a chaotic mess, his gaze extraordinarily complicated.

Fear.

Resentment.

Helplessness.

Confusion.

Though he felt overwhelming anger inside, a surge of impulse to fight, he was well aware that attacking Zhu Qilue just now was an exceptionally wrong and irrational move.

The people of the Five Elements Realm and those of the Sumeru Continent are not on the same level.

Even if Dongmen Buju could reign supreme in the Sumeru Continent, against someone like Zhu Qilue, who is regarded as trash in the Five Elements Realm, he has no power to retaliate.

Dongmen Buju didn't even know how he was sent flying.

Zhu Qilue saw the resentment in his opponent's eyes and smiled faintly.

"Dongmen Buju, you still want to kill me? Want to avenge your millions of troops? Great! I'll give you this chance, you can attack me now, take my life, and I won't fight back at all."

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curled into a smile.

Silence.

Not a sound.

Dongmen Buju let out a low growl from his throat, like a helpless struggle of a trapped beast.

His eyes flashed with a cold light, staring straight at Zhu Qilue, with an extremely complex expression.

Yet.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

...

A hundred breaths!

Dongmen Buju remained motionless, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare.

He certainly understood the meaning of Zhu Qilue's words.

If it were only Zhu Qilue himself, he wouldn't have much to fear.

What he feared was the entire Fire Clan of the Five Elements Realm behind him, feared was the entire Five Elements Realm!

If he really did make a move.

What awaited him was only destruction and death.

Dongmen Buju swallowed hard, ultimately helplessly turning his head away, moving his gaze aside.

Zhu Qilue sneered coldly, taunting him.

"Not daring to attack?"

Dongmen Buju dared not utter a word, lowering his head, his expression extremely unnatural.

"If you don't dare to attack, damn it, get on your knees for me! Do you think being the Clan Leader of the Heavenly Clan makes you impressive? You actually dare to act recklessly in front of me, you must not want to live anymore. No problem, just say the word, and with a snap of my fingers, your Heavenly Clan will vanish forever."

Zhu Qilue raised his hand, coldly staring down at Dongmen Buju.

Upon hearing this, Dongmen Buju immediately broke out in a cold sweat, a chill rising up, as though he had stepped into a snowy wasteland, cold reaching to his bones.

"No..."

Zhu Qilue's expression remained unchanged, even if billions died, he wouldn't blink an eye.

After all, in his eyes, let alone the Heavenly Clan, even the entire Sumeru Continent were insignificant ants.

If they die, they die — what does it have to do with him.

Dongmen Buju trembled, stumbling as he got up.

With a thud.

He knelt before Zhu Qilue.

"Please... I beg you... I was wrong... Just now, I lost my mind and offended you... Please forgive me... I... I won't dare again..."

Dongmen Buju knelt properly before Zhu Qilue, being deferential and respectful, not daring to make the slightest move.

Faced with the Five Elements Realm, he had no choice but to bow his proud head.

Yet.

Even as he persistently begged for mercy, a glint of coldness and murder flickered in his eyes.

Zhu Qilue didn't notice.

He gently lowered his hand, lightly stroking Dongmen Buju's head, like petting his own dog.

His lips curled up in satisfaction, the high-and-mighty feeling gratifying him greatly.

"In three days, when Lin Fan dies, you'll easily be able to eradicate the Xuan Clan. Now with Lin Fan still alive, are you really confident you can effortlessly destroy the Xuan Clan?"

"Yes... yes..."

Dongmen Buju didn't resist, yet felt immense humiliation, eyes full of unwillingness and hatred.

...

Mo Kun was terrified when he saw Lin Fan walking into the tent, covered in blood, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets and his jaw dropping onto his foot.

Speechless, he didn't dare to make a sound.

After a long while.

He finally took a sharp breath, rushing to Lin Fan's side in a panic and shouting.

"Doctor! Doctor! Quick... Get the doctor! Someone, hurry!"

His face was deathly pale, his jaw trembling with fear, hardly able to speak.

"Wha...What happened... How..."

Lin Fan looked calm, expressionless, at the panic-stricken Mo Kun.

"Don't call a doctor, I can heal myself."

"Ah... well... then..."

Mo Kun was at a loss for words, his mouth agape, unsure of what to say, feeling a surge of fear.

If Lin Fan died within the camp, he certainly wouldn't escape blame.

If the Clan Leader blamed him, he wouldn't be able to keep his head.

So.

How could he not panic, scared to the point of losing his life.

"You... you... you..."

"I'm fine, none of this blood is mine. You don't need to worry, I'm not going to die, even if I did, it wouldn't be related to you." Lin Fan shrugged, speaking calmly.

"Not your blood?" Mo Kun was stunned, utterly confused. Lin Fan's clothes were soaked in red, barely visible through the original fabric. "Whose blood is it then?"

Lin Fan smiled but did not answer.

"Report!"

Just then, a young soldier rushed into the tent, his skin going goosebump at seeing Lin Fan drenched in blood.

"What's the matter?"

"Report..." Only when Mo Kun spoke did the soldier regain composure. "The front lines of the Heavenly Clan's army are strangely silent..."

"Silent?!"

Mo Kun widened his eyes, a terrified expression on his face.

"Could they be planning a sneak attack?! Quick! Emergency assembly."

"But... according to the spy's report... there's not a single person left in their camp... Also... there's a multitude of corpses... numbering in the hundreds of thousands... It's probably not an attack on us... They seem to have been ambushed..."

"They were ambushed, but we..."

Mo Kun furrowed his brows, puzzled. Suddenly, the two exchanged glances, then swiftly looked at Lin Fan.

"Young Master Lin, was it you?!"

Lin Fan waved dismissively, with an indifferent air, rose to his feet and walked out steadily.

"Now you have no worries, Ningxiang can be temporarily safe. I'm heading back to my tent, if you have time, go check the Heavenly Clan camp for any valuable supplies."

Mo Kun and the soldier were astounded.

That's hundreds of thousands! Just so casually?

Their hearts couldn't help but tremble, tingling at the scalp.