Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1273 - 1271: Lin Fan Doesn’t Dare to Show Up, Does He?
The three-day promise.
Arrived as expected.
Time passed quickly, almost slipping away without notice.
Zhu Qilue didn’t feel anything, wandering leisurely and joyfully in the east of the Heavenly Clan Main City every day.
This was his first time on the Sumeru Continent, naturally feeling fresh and curious.
However, in contrast.
Dongmen Buju was much more nervous than Zhu Qilue, as if he were the one about to attend the meeting.
Early in the morning, he broke out in a cold sweat, trembling with nerves, feeling a bit uneasy in his heart.
"Where is the young master Zhu?" Not seeing any trace of Zhu Qilue anywhere, he asked curiously.
"The young master Zhu went out to play early in the morning," his subordinate replied.
Dongmen Buju furrowed his brows, his face suddenly turned gloomy.
"Out to play again?"
"Yes..."
"For god’s sake, he has been living easy these three days, taking leisure trips as if the three-day promise never existed. I’m more nervous than him, can’t sleep a wink every day. When did he leave? Did he say where he was going?"
"He left early in the morning, didn’t say where."
Dongmen Buju nodded helplessly, impatiently waving his hand to dismiss his subordinate.
What exactly is Zhu Qilue up to?
Is he really confident enough to kill Lin Fan?
Or is he just putting on a show, not intending to lay a hand on Lin Fan at all?
What secret is he hiding?
Dongmen Buju furrowed his brows in deep thought, feeling increasingly that something was off. Especially after he challenged Zhu Qilue’s actions a few days ago and was beaten up by him.
Thinking of this only made him more disgruntled.
"Hurry up and find Zhu Qilue for me!" Dongmen Buju slapped the arm of the chair, roaring angrily.
...
At this moment.
In the central open area of the Heavenly Clan Main City, an arena had been set up.
A group of Heavenly Clan soldiers formed a large circle.
This was the place where Zhu Qilue and Lin Fan would compete soon.
The arena was still empty, but outside was already a sea of people.
Actually, Dongmen Buju didn’t need to make an appeal.
Lin Fan, having slain Ling Wudeng and rescuing several men from under Dongmen Buju’s nose, was already famous. Furthermore, he was merely in his twenties, making people eager to witness Lin Fan’s style.
And Zhu Qilue, being from the Five Elements Realm, came to challenge someone from the Sumeru Continent, an event that might not happen even once in ten thousand years, how could one miss this excitement?
"Why hasn’t anyone shown up yet, could it be they aren’t coming?"
"Impossible! This is something the Clan Leader announced personally; when have his words not counted? If he says it’ll happen, it definitely will."
"But no one’s here yet, isn’t it taking too long?"
"Lin Fan’s too afraid to come, isn’t he? I don’t quite believe the story of killing Ling Wudeng."
"I also don’t believe it; I heard Lin Fan is just a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor. Do you remember what realm Ling Wudeng was? Middle Heavenly Venerate! How could a regular person kill him? Lin Fan’s achievements must be exaggerated, probably a fraud."
"Fraud? The killing of Ling Wudeng can’t be hearsay! So you tell me where Ling Wudeng is now."
"Even if Ling Wudeng didn’t show up, who has seen it happen with their own eyes? Who knows what underhanded means Lin Fan used."
The onlookers started feeling a bit impatient and restless, starting to argue loudly, even getting physical and causing conflict.
The arena instantly turned into chaos.
People divided into two camps, one supporting Zhu Qilue, the other Lin Fan, launching into a war of words.
"All right, stop arguing, the Clan Leader has arrived!"
A shout suddenly erupted from the crowd.
Instantly.
Everyone held their breath, falling silent, the venue became utterly quiet.
Under the gaze of billions.
Dongmen Buju slowly walked into the venue, his face unusually solemn and gloomy.
He looked very displeased!
Clearly indicating the depth of his anger inside.
The agreed competition time had arrived, yet neither Lin Fan nor Zhu Qilue had appeared.
Dongmen Buju was mentally cursing endlessly. These two wouldn’t stand him up, right? If neither comes today, he would be utterly humiliated.
He glanced around; countless eyes were intently watching him.
In his mind, a herd of wild thoughts raced, while his eye twitched with furious intensity.
If these two don’t show up.
He swore!
Vowing fiercely!
To find a chance to take them both down!
Dongmen Buju clenched his fists, an explosive aura surged forth, causing everyone’s hearts to tremble, even daring not to breathe.
There were billions at the site, densely packed, uncountable.
Yet.
It was silent as if no one were there.
Dongmen Buju’s grand presence suppressed them, making the air feel solidified.
Suddenly!
A voice filled with amusement echoed faintly.
"Why is the atmosphere here so oppressive?"
Dongmen Buju was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look in the direction of the voice.
The crowd followed his gaze and looked over.
A young man dressed in white, his figure gently descended from the sky, seemingly floating, and landed slowly.
At the same time.
All around him, flames burned intensely, contrasting sharply with his white clothing.
The scorching flames spread across the sky, as if threatening to set the clouds aflame, turning the blue sky into fiery red.
The temperature in the arena also rose sharply.
With the number of people already high and the sudden rise in temperature, everyone was immediately drenched in sweat, unable to endure the heat.
However.
Not one dared to move, all eyes wide open, staring in amazement at Zhu Qilue, who descended like a deity, speechless.
"Is this Zhu Qilue?"
"Did he ignite the sky? It’s hard to breathe, it’s so uncomfortable..."
"I take back what I said earlier; Lin Fan...is not his match..."
"This guy is terrifying! This is merely a small demonstration; if he used his full power, no one could escape."
"This isn’t a fight on the same level; it’s a complete power disparity!"
The crowd felt chills on their scalp, stuttering, all scared silly, terrified!
Zhu Qilue lightly landed beside Dongmen Buju, smiling at the latter.
"East Gate Clan Leader, why are you sweating?"
"Uh..." Dongmen Buju glanced at the burning sky.
"Oh, my apologies."
Zhu Qilue smiled lightly, waving his sleeve.
With a swish!
The sky returned to its original state, the burning flames vanished instantly, becoming clear and blue again.
Dongmen Buju then wiped his sweat away, anxiously asking, "Where did young master Zhu disappear to earlier? I searched hard; if you hadn’t come, I would have lost face completely."
"How could I not come? I am very much looking forward to clashing with Lin Fan, naturally wouldn’t stand you up. Though whether Lin Fan will come, I cannot guarantee," Zhu Qilue said, glancing towards the Xuan Clan’s direction.
"The appointed time has already arrived, yet still no sign of him," Dongmen Buju said with a hint of sarcastic laughter.
Zhu Qilue said nothing, standing still as if petrified, quietly gazing into the distance.
"Lin Fan’s too afraid to show himself, right? Young master Zhu, why not..." Dongmen Buju teased.
"Let’s wait a bit more."
Chu Qilue interrupted, expressionless.
