Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1280 - 1278: Zhu Qilue Has Yet to Strike!

"Something seems to be happening over there."

Zhu Qilue didn't turn his head, his eyes continuously fixed on Lin Fan, not blinking. But he was well aware of the situation behind him, even though he couldn't hear what was being said, he knew from the change in atmosphere that Dongmen Buju was very happy.

"It's none of my business. I'm here for you."

Lin Fan said casually, unconcerned about other matters.

"Are you sure you don't care?"

"Where is Feng Qingshui? Hand him over."

Lin Fan ignored Zhu Qilue's question and replied coldly. He came here for one task only: to take Feng Qingshui back to the Xuan Clan.

It was because Zhu Qilue claimed that Feng Qingshui was with him that Lin Fan resolutely appeared here.

As for whatever Five Elements Realm, Fire Clan, cultivation resources... he cared for none of them, only wished to rescue Feng Qingshui from the quagmire.

He glared at Zhu Qilue fiercely: "If anything happens to Old Feng, I definitely won't spare you. I know you're powerful, but everyone has flaws and holes, unless you're not human, I will eventually trample you beneath my feet."

"Ha, such arrogance." Zhu Qilue chuckled indifferently, raising his eyebrows dismissively. "You really don't care about what's happening over there? Don't regret it."

"What do you mean?!"

"I'm just telling you not to regret it. If you want to go ask, I can wait here for you. If you don't ask, then let's get started."

Zhu Qilue still said leisurely.

Lin Fan frowned, puzzled. He tilted his head towards Dongmen Buju, seeing the other's full smile and smug demeanor, seemingly unconcerned about the conflict outcome, as if he would be the final victor no matter who wins or loses.

"Did you see clearly?" Zhu Qilue asked.

"Whatever you want to say, just say it directly, don't play riddles with me, I'm not in the mood." Lin Fan's eye twitched, and he replied coldly.

"Alas..."

Zhu Qilue sighed deeply and shook his head, seemingly very disappointed by Lin Fan's expression.

"One cannot carve rotten wood. I didn't want to harm you, but in the Xuan Clan camp you and I battled to a draw, which was an unacceptable shame for me. For someone from the Five Elements Realm to be matched by someone from the Sumeru Continent is simply unthinkable. So, I must avenge this, though unwilling to take your life, I gave you your last chance to live just now."

"Really? Well, thank you, I don't need it!"

Lin Fan roared angrily, sneering at the other. What chance to live, am I someone who flees battle?!

He originally held a trace of awe for Zhu Qilue, but after hearing those words, fury welled up within him.

He never needed the chance to live!

From Earth to the Sumeru Continent, he faced countless difficulties and dangers, near-death many times.

"Moreover, I need to correct you on one mistake." Lin Fan pursed his lips, mocking with a cold smile. "I'm not someone from the Sumeru Continent."

Thud!

Lin Fan suddenly drew the Xuanyuan Sword, instantly golden light splashed, dazzlingly bright.

He swung his hand!

The Xuanyuan Sword suddenly had seven phantom images, like comets trailing tails, slashing towards Zhu Qilue.

"Die!"

Zhu Qilue chuckled coldly with a blank expression, his steps gently shifted a millimeter.

Less than a breath!

His figure suddenly vanished, disappearing from Lin Fan's sight!

Lin Fan was startled.

He had planned to use the Cloud Shadow Sword's Artifact Soul, confusing the opponent with phantoms, like clouds and fog, appearing and disappearing, elusive.

But.

The opponent didn't even engage, moving aside at incredible speed, not even glancing at Lin Fan, as if he was mere air.

"What..."

Arrogant.

Utterly arrogant!

All the spectators held their breath, staring dumbfounded at the showdown.

Zhu Qilue was completely treating Lin Fan like a plaything!

This isn't even a battle of equals, not even considered cross-level. If Zhu Qilue had acted just now, it would have been total slaughter!

Yet.

Zhu Qilue didn't act.

Only Dongmen Buju saw through this.

Brats!

Dongmen Buju cursed inwardly, his expression growing ugly.

It was clear he held other intentions, unwilling to kill Lin Fan. Zhu Qilue, what are your plans? Do you plan to let Lin Fan go, tarnishing your reputation?!

He twitched angrily, his expression suddenly darkening, his eyes resembling an abyss as he stared fiercely at the fighting duo.

"People!"

"Present."

"Relay my orders, within an hour, I want to see Mo Ningxiang, or none of those sent to catch her need return."

"Understood!"

The subordinate received Dongmen Buju's second command and hurriedly ran off towards the previous one.

Brat, playing with me? Haha, watch me play you all to death!

Lin Fan would never have expected that Mo Ningxiang, that fool, would be so devoted as to recklessly rush to the Heavenly Clan to save him alone.

Isn't this just walking into a trap!

Hehe, if so, then I shall unite this doomed couple, letting you fulfill your wishes before countless witnesses.

Dongmen Buju laughed sinisterly. If he could kill Lin Fan and destroy the Xuan Clan, who on the Sumeru Continent would dare defy him?! The entire Sumeru Continent would be his for the taking!

Zhu Qilue kept his arms behind his back, continuously avoiding Lin Fan's moves.

The Xuanyuan Sword's golden brilliance and the sunset's glow complemented each other, impossible to tell whether the Xuanyuan Sword illuminated the sky, or the sunset's rays illuminated the Xuanyuan Sword.

In any case.

People felt waves of energy rushing forth, each stronger, each more lethal!

Those standing near the front felt a scalding pain, a slight sting, that was the sword qi from Xuanyuan Sword cleaving, though tens of meters away, still carrying residual force as it reached them.

The whole sky and land, bathed in dazzling golden light.

The Xuanyuan Sword seemed omnipresent, appearing in every corner seen by the crowd, impenetrable.

Everyone gasped in astonishment.

The stinking little Ninth Rank Saint Emperor of a kid, what skills could he possibly possess, but seeing today, indeed extraordinary, certainly had a hand in defeating Ling Wudeng.

No one dared underestimate Lin Fan any longer, marveling at his moves, praising him non-stop.

"Great sword!"

"This move is beautiful, the power and angle are exceptional."

"Such talent at a young age, truly remarkable, the young can surpass."

"It's a pity he'll perish here today."

Upon hearing this, everyone sighed.

Because.

Zhu Qilue still hadn't acted once!

Not even once!

It's not just disdainful mockery, it's absolute overpowering dominance.

It's like one person giving his all barely scoring eighty, while another goofing off daily, scoring a hundred effortlessly.

It's not an issue of effort, it's a difference in class!

The person is already on the tenth level, while you're on the second.

Impossible to bridge that gap.

Towards Zhu Qilue, people no longer expressed admiration or awe, but fear!

When someone reaches a realm that no amount of effort can attain, they evoke incomparable terror in others.

Unfortunate.

Lin Fan's opponent, Zhu Qilue, is precisely such a person.