Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1306 - 1304: Full-Force Strike, Dongmen Buju Wounded!

Everyone's breath hitched, their faces turning pale with shock, eyes wide and mouths agape.

Lin Fan was about to go berserk!

Many people became excited because if Lin Fan went berserk, he might have a fighting chance, sparking a glimmer of hope to defeat Dongmen Buju, preventing a one-sided despair.

The crowd stirred again, feeling exhilarated by Lin Fan's transformation.

However.

Dongmen Buju remained unfazed, as if he didn't care at all about Lin Fan's outburst, not even bothered by it.

A mere Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, even if he goes berserk, can he really bridge the nine Great Realm gap?

Dongmen Buju smiled calmly, still gripping Mo Ningxiang's neck, slightly increasing the pressure.

Mo Ningxiang, her neck held, couldn't breathe, frantically slapping Dongmen Buju's arm and kicking wildly, trying to break free, but exhausted herself to no avail. Instead, she was losing air even more rapidly out of desperation.

Already strangled, she now couldn't breathe, her face turning crimson-purple in an instant.

"If you don't act now, Mo Ningxiang will die," Dongmen Buju said with a sinister smile, using Mo Ningxiang's life to force Lin Fan's hand.

Because he knew Lin Fan would never watch Mo Ningxiang die, and if Lin Fan made the first move, he would have no choice but to kill Lin Fan justifiably.

"Let go!"

Lin Fan suddenly rushed forward like a rocket towards Dongmen Buju, golden light trailing his body, leaving a long tail behind.

The air seemed to ignite, spilling and sparking.

Halfway through, Lin Fan thrust out the Xuanyuan Sword, breaking through the limits of the void, smashing a black hole, charging fiercely towards Dongmen Buju!

The spectators were stunned by Lin Fan's moves.

Was Lin Fan still a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor?!

Attaining such skill!

So terrifying, it sent shivers down the spine!

This should distress Dongmen Buju, forcing him to deal with it seriously.

With a swish.

Everyone's eyes shifted to Dongmen Buju, eager to see his reaction and how he would handle this.

But.

The crowd was left dumbstruck.

Because Dongmen Buju remained calm and composed, with a faint smile.

Yes!

A smile!

The guy was still smiling!

Lin Fan's moves were terrifying beyond words, yet no one but Dongmen Buju in the Sumeru Continent could reckon with him.

Because no one else, including the clan leaders, could survive this blow.

Not just for the power of the Xuanyuan Sword, but the golden light's oppressive force was unimaginable.

But Dongmen Buju remained fearless, even smiling.

"A mere trick, not worth mentioning."

Dongmen Buju held Mo Ningxiang with one hand, calmly raising the other to firmly brace Lin Fan's attack.

He sneered internally. It's all bluff! Much noise yet a subtle impact, ultimately relying on the Xuanyuan Sword, this boy lacks the means to confront me. He's just holding on, and when he's worn out, I'll finish him.

No!

Let him suffer the same fate as Nou'er, parade him through the streets, humiliate him before taking his life. Otherwise, it'd be too lenient.

Having made up his mind, Dongmen Buju withdrew his killing intent, believing he could counter Lin Fan's attack with his skills.

A fraction of a breath!

Lin Fan reached Dongmen Buju, the Xuanyuan Sword gleaming with cold light, aimed straight for Dongmen Buju's heart's vital point.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself."

Dongmen Buju sneered contemptuously, casually swinging a palm to suppress Lin Fan's attack.

However!

The palm surprisingly hit empty air!

Dongmen Buju was stunned. This boy was right in front of him, how could he miss? He was watching the Xuanyuan Sword aiming straight for his heart, unmistakably targeting it.

Could he have been seeing things?

Impossible.

Himself...

Before Dongmen Buju could figure it out, he suddenly felt a scorching pain on his arm, pulling back instantly, releasing Mo Ningxiang's neck.

What happened? How could this be?! Dongmen Buju retreated two steps, unbelieving his eyes. Looking at his right arm, he saw a long sword wound, the skin split open, blood flowing profusely, dripping to the ground like a creek.

Cloud... Cloud Shadow Sword?!

Three words suddenly surfaced in Dongmen Buju's mind, staring wide-eyed at Lin Fan. After rescuing Mo Ningxiang, Lin Fan did not linger in battle, casting a fiery glance at Dongmen Buju.

Instant Escape!

The two disappeared simultaneously before Dongmen Buju's eyes.

"Damn it..." Dongmen Buju growled, cursing, looking at his blooded right arm and the shocked and terrified eyes surrounding him.

Suddenly enraged, burning with anger.

It was a humiliating disgrace to him!

As a half-step higher Heavenly Venerate, he was injured by a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor. The nine Great Realm gap, logically, Lin Fan shouldn't have been able to get near him, yet now Lin Fan has wounded him, taking Mo Ningxiang from his grasp.

He trembled involuntarily, eyes bloodshot, as if blood would burst from his sockets.

"Lin Fan! Come out! Get out here, you pathetic turtle, the coward among cowards. I've never seen such a worthless being like you, hurry and get out!"

The crowd remained silent, dead silent.

Though unsaid, they all understood Dongmen Buju's humiliated rage; after all, a Middle Heavenly Venerate Ninth Layer being hurt by a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, who wouldn't be angry?

But they couldn't empathize fully, as only Dongmen Buju was a Middle Heavenly Venerate Ninth Layer.

"Lin Fan!"

Dongmen Buju's voice resounded in the sky, echoing to the clouds, seeming audible throughout the Sumeru Continent.

But.

Lin Fan didn't hear it, for he had already taken Mo Ningxiang into the Mystic Iron Mountain.

Outside was far too dangerous, Lin Fan was having a hard time dealing with Dongmen Buju, couldn't afford to spare attention to Mo Ningxiang, which led to the incident just now.

If not for a trick to lure Dongmen Buju away, Mo Ningxiang might have perished.

Lin Fan gently laid Mo Ningxiang on the ground.

"Ningxiang..."

He looked at her purplish-red face, feeling pain-stricken. He gently caressed Mo Ningxiang's hair, fingers trembling slightly.

Flutter flutter!

The Divine Phoenix flew down, landing beside Lin Fan, about to speak but seeing Lin Fan's grave and sorrowful expression, while Mo Ningxiang lay quietly, breathing weakly.

She immediately closed her mouth, softly walking to Lin Fan's side, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Ningxiang will be okay."

Lin Fan nodded, drawing a cut on his palm, letting the blood trickle into Mo Ningxiang's mouth.

Then he stood up.

"Divine Phoenix, take good care of Ningxiang for me, I'll be back soon."

"Lin Fan! You..." The Divine Phoenix wanted to dissuade but couldn't voice it. Lin Fan was a man with a sense of duty, who wouldn't let his woman get hurt. "Be careful."

"I will." Lin Fan smiled lightly, caressing the Divine Phoenix's cheek.

"Should I help you?" The Divine Phoenix asked urgently.

But before Lin Fan could respond, he had already vanished from sight.