Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1291 - 1289: The Sumeru Continent Is Unworthy of Lin Fan!

Zhu Qilue felt infinite emotion in his heart.

If it were him, intending to save everyone yet misunderstood by all, what would his state of mind be?

He had no answer.

But at least he could be sure, he would definitely not be as calm and composed as Lin Fan.

He might have exploded in anger long ago.

This group of fools even thought Lin Fan wanted to kill him, so they clamored to offer Lin Fan to the Five Elements Realm, essentially looking for a scapegoat to appease the Five Elements Realm's anger and maintain the peace of the Sumeru Continent.

But unexpectedly, Lin Fan had already thought ahead and healed his wounds, so he wouldn't die at all.

However.

None of these fools realized this and continued to call for Lin Fan's death, absolutely foolish beyond belief!

To Zhu Qilue, the siege on Lin Fan by the crowd was originally a good thing, as it would further tear apart Lin Fan's relationship with the Sumeru Continent, and maybe Lin Fan would follow him to the Five Elements Realm because of it.

But finally, he got angry.

Raging because of Lin Fan's situation, he now felt the Sumeru Continent was utterly undeserving of someone like Lin Fan. If not for Lin Fan's dear ones here, he would wish for the Fire Clan to annihilate the entire Sumeru Continent.

"Fools! A bunch of fools!"

Zhu Qilue's voice was deep and hoarse, roaring like thunder. This shout exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap, instantly stunning them into silence, including Lin Fan, who stopped in his tracks.

"Lin Fan, I truly feel sorry for you, living among this group of useless fools for so long. It's truly difficult for you. If you're willing, I'll take you to the Five Elements Realm right now; there's no need to defeat me. There, you'll find better resources for cultivation, and you can further enhance your cultivation realm. I believe your potential does not end here; you don't belong here." Zhu Qilue's voice was resounding, echoing in Lin Fan's mind.

The billions watching were also stunned. They thought they were backing Zhu Qilue, yet Zhu Qilue didn't appreciate it and instead spoke up for Lin Fan. Truly odd.

"Young Master Zhu, what are you doing? Why speak for that Lin Fan scum?"

"He's just trash. He made you bleed and get hurt. Rest assured, we definitely won't let him go."

"Young Master Zhu, don't get so angry. Rest well; there are so many of us here, Lin Fan isn't going to dare harm you again. He's against you, so he's against us all."

"We're your strong backing and will definitely avenge you."

Some flattered him with cheery smiles, trying their best to curry favor with Zhu Qilue, thinking that doing so could win Zhu Qilue's favor in exchange for their lives.

Yet they didn't expect such words would instead infuriate Zhu Qilue greatly.

"What kind of garbage are you?! Thinking you can ride on my coattails too!" Zhu Qilue's face darkened, his pupils contracting sharply, revealing a monstrous killing aura, his hair standing on end. "You're nothing but ants. I can crush you with just one finger, and you think you can avenge me? You're not even qualified."

The crowd collectively held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Zhu Qilue's fury was not a good sign.

But everyone was clueless, confusedly looking at both Zhu Qilue and Lin Fan. On the surface, Zhu Qilue seemed to be scolding recklessly, but his underlying tone appeared to acknowledge Lin Fan.

Lin Fan had just humiliated Zhu Qilue, seriously injuring him, and now Zhu Qilue was speaking for Lin Fan - had he gone mad?

...

At the same time.

Mo Ningxiang and Mo Kun, who had been captured, were brought before Dongmen Buju.

Dongmen Buju wanted to surprise Lin Fan, so he walked from the innermost part of the crowd to the outermost, unaware of the fight going on between Lin Fan and Zhu Qilue inside.

He looked at the sweaty, wide-eyed Mo Ningxiang and coldly chuckled.

"Clan Leader Mo, we meet again."

"Pah!" Mo Ningxiang spat viciously on the ground, her body trembling slightly.

But Dongmen Buju didn't mind, raising his eyebrows without changing expression.

"After we parted from Changliu Mountain, I had a feeling you'd come visiting, and I didn't expect Clan Leader Mo to come so quickly. I told you, you can't escape my grasp, right?"

Mo Ningxiang didn't speak, glaring angrily.

"No need to rush, later I'll take you inside to see your beloved Lin Fan die tragically before your very eyes. Then I'll take you to marry Nuor. How's that for a plan?" Dongmen Buju said in a sarcastic tone.

"Nonsense! Lin Fan won't die!" Mo Ningxiang gritted her teeth, tears welling up in her eyes.

"But do you know who he's up against? Although, regretfully, it's not me - if it were me, I'd make sure he dies even more miserably. But no matter, he won't fare well in Zhu Qilue's hands either. Aren't you looking forward to seeing Lin Fan's demise? I've been dying to see it in my dreams."

Dongmen Buju chuckled maliciously, reaching out to touch Mo Ningxiang's cheek. Initially, Mo Ningxiang didn't move, but as Dongmen Buju's arm came closer, she suddenly opened her mouth wide and bit down hard on his forearm, leaving a deep bite mark that bled instantly.

"Damn it!" Dongmen Buju cursed, slapping Mo Ningxiang backhandedly.

Mo Ningxiang fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva, glaring at him with hatred.

"Clan Leader Dongmen, be careful not to push too hard, or you might get bitten back."

"You vile woman! I'll make you wish you were dead! Just you wait!" Dongmen Buju snarled, clutching his injured hand. "Where's Ling Haoyan?! Wasn't he sent to capture people? Why isn't he here now?"

A lackey, head lowered, sheepishly approached Dongmen Buju and quietly reported the earlier events.

"What? He pissed himself just by killing Feng Qingshui?" Dongmen Buju exclaimed, astonished.

The lackey didn't dare respond, retreating silently to one side.

"Hmph! He's utterly useless, scared just from killing one person?"

Just then.

Ling Haoyan hurried over, having changed his clothes, but others still sensed a lingering smell of urine on him.

"Greetings, Clan Leader."

"I heard you killed Feng Qingshui?"

"Uh?! Yes... yes..." Ling Haoyan stuttered, swallowing nervously, as Dongmen Buju's tone and demeanor implied nothing good.

So, after some hesitation, he finally stammered a response.

"Well done!" Dongmen Buju laughed heartily, patting Ling Haoyan on the shoulder in praise. "Now that everyone's here, shall we head inside?"

With a wave of his hand, Dongmen Buju started moving towards the crowd.

Ling Haoyan paused, quickly scurrying forward with bowed head and clasped hands, stuttering, "C-Clan Leader... Do... Do I need to go too?"

"Of course!" Dongmen Buju smiled slightly, saying, "You are a hero for killing Feng Qingshui, it's natural to introduce you to everyone. Don't you wish to make a name for yourself? Don't you want to step out from your father's shadow? Here's a great opportunity to let the world know the name of Ling Haoyan!"

Ling Haoyan was stirred by these passionate words, his blood boiling, his face glowing red with excitement.

"Th-Thank you, Clan Leader!"