Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1305 - 1303: Two Fingers Decide the Battle!

"Hiss!"

Everyone present, millions of people held their breath, watching excitedly as Lin Fan appeared amidst the clouds, descending rapidly.

Less than one-tenth of a breath!

Lin Fan had already rushed above Dongmen Buju's head, the tip of the Xuanyuan Sword violently closing in, less than five centimeters from Dongmen Buju's crown.

Everyone at the scene froze, as if they had been cast with an Immobilization Spell, staring without blinking, their hearts in their throats.

If Lin Fan succeeds, they will lose their Clan Leader, whether the Heavenly Clan would be annexed remains uncertain, but all of them could survive.

If Lin Fan fails, they will lose their lives, turning into a bloody mist!

Therefore.

Their emotions were extremely complex, wanting Lin Fan to succeed, yet also not hoping for his success. But at this moment, preserving one's life was more important; whether the Heavenly Clan exists or not was irrelevant to them.

To live is to have a future and hope.

"Brother Lin Fan..." Mo Ningxiang couldn't help but call out, her eyes filled with worry. Her thoughts were diametrically opposed to everyone else's; if possible, she'd rather Lin Fan not choose to attack.

Because Dongmen Buju was simply too strong, even a prodigy like Lin Fan was no match for him, and such a strong offensive was only akin to charging to his death.

Her heart was pounding more fiercely than anyone else's, about to leap out of her throat. She even felt her head becoming heavy, her vision darkening as if she might faint at any moment.

Brother Lin Fan, you mustn't die!

Mo Ningxiang could no longer endure the pain of losing Lin Fan; today, she had already lost Feng Qingshui, her last relative in the world. Although not related by blood, she always regarded him as her uncle.

If she loses Lin Fan too... she couldn't imagine what that would feel like, for just thinking about it shatters her heart.

The Xuanyuan Sword flashed with golden brilliance, like a meteor streaking across the sky, forming a dome-shaped protective layer, descending with terrifying might.

Lin Fan's gaze burned fiercely, focused only on Dongmen Buju's life.

If successful, everything ends.

Sumeru Continent would welcome everlasting peace and tranquility.

However.

He had truly underestimated Dongmen Buju's skills.

Behold.

Dongmen Buju slightly smiled, seemingly anticipating this moment, his eyes glinting sharply.

When the Xuanyuan Sword was about to make contact with his crown, he suddenly reached out with a hand.

Clang!

The Xuanyuan Sword and Lin Fan halted fiercely just one millimeter above Dongmen Buju's crown.

Dongmen Buju held the tip of the Xuanyuan Sword firmly between two fingers.

His face unchanged, composed and calm.

A smile masked with disdain and mockery.

"What?!"

"Impossible!"

"How... how could this happen?!"

"We're doomed..."

After a few seconds of silence, the entire square erupted with wails.

Even Lin Fan was shocked and astonished.

Dongmen Buju merely used two fingers to dissolve Lin Fan's overwhelming, roaring offensive effortlessly, without breaking a sweat.

The smile on his face sent chills down one's spine.

"With these skills? You still want to fight me?"

Dongmen Buju said softly, anger suddenly blazing in his eyes. He then swung his arm, sending both the Xuanyuan Sword and Lin Fan flying away, crashing heavily to the ground hundred meters away.

The Xuanyuan Sword fell to the side.

While Lin Fan slid across the ground for dozens of meters before coming to a stop, leaving a deep trench on the ground.

In everyone's eyes, Dongmen Buju had merely flicked mildly, unexpectedly wielding such immense power.

Silence.

Deathly quiet.

Quiet as a tomb.

Everyone seemed petrified, afraid to speak, afraid even to breathe.

It was then that they truly understood how terrifying a demigod's realm was, almost half a step towards Heavenly Venerate.

In the past, Dongmen Buju never took action himself, always having Ling Wudeng handle things; hence they never got to witness Dongmen Buju's real strength.

Today they finally saw, and their hair stood on end, covered with goosebumps.

Terrifying.

Utterly terrifying!

Indescribably terrifying.

In their view, Lin Fan, who was already incredibly prodigious, capable of killing Ling Wudeng, was still insignificant as an ant before Dongmen Buju, flipped down to the ground with mere two fingers.

Their jaws dropped to their feet, in utter shock looking at Dongmen Buju, then at Lin Fan lying on the ground.

Lin Fan was battered, covered in dust, disheveled.

Poof!

He struggled to get up but suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, directly falling back to one knee.

No strength left in his body.

He panted heavily, sweat mixing with blood dripping down his face, appearing rather fearsome.

"Get up? Why are you on the ground? Aren't you the prodigy of Sumeru Continent? Just two fingers knocked you down, so being called a prodigy seems quite unworthy. Anyone kneeling is not even worth my killing. If you have the guts, stand up; I might even give you a quick death."

Dongmen Buju sneered, hands behind his back, leisurely walking toward Lin Fan.

"Brother Lin Fan! Brother Lin Fan!"

Mo Ningxiang could no longer stay on the sidelines; she had been reduced to tears, seeing Dongmen Buju approaching Lin Fan, her heart almost leaping out.

She risked everything to get up, shedding Mo Kun's restraint, running towards Lin Fan unyieldingly.

"Brother Lin Fan..."

"No... don't come!" Lin Fan's internal organs were churning; Dongmen Buju's seemingly casual strike was an unbearable force for him.

Ten billion pounds!

The feeling of it crashing onto him was indescribable, seemingly all of Dongmen Buju's terrifying dread.

Yet someone as defenseless as Mo Ningxiang couldn't endure Dongmen Buju's attack, hence Lin Fan shouted anxiously.

But in Mo Ningxiang's eyes, only Lin Fan mattered. Seeing Lin Fan gravely injured, she dashed toward him recklessly.

"Haha, another one offering to die. Since that's the case, I'll oblige!"

Dongmen Buju's eyes flashed coldly, suddenly reaching out, as if an invisible arm appeared in thin air, grasping Mo Ningxiang's neck, lifting her off the ground.

Dongmen Buju drew her back; Mo Ningxiang skimmed over the ground, landing straight in Dongmen Buju's grasp.

"Let me go... let me go... Brother Lin Fan... Lin Fan..."

"Dongmen Buju! Let Mo Ningxiang go!"

Lin Fan erupted in anger, his body suddenly illuminated by golden light, and the Xuanyuan Sword floating mid-air due to its summons.

He clenched his palm, calling the Xuanyuan Sword to him.

"I warn you, let Mo Ningxiang go."

Golden beams shot from Lin Fan's eyes, glaring at Dongmen Buju fiercely, his face marked by ferocity and sheer violence.

"Hmph, putting on a show. With such skill, who are you trying to impress? Would you really dare make a move?"

"I'll say it again, let Mo Ningxiang go!"

Bang!

A loud explosion, countless beams of golden light shot from Lin Fan's body, painfully piercing one's sight. Within the golden light, people seemingly saw a dragon swimming, opening its blood-stained maw, its sharp claws capable of tearing someone apart in an instant!