Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1311 - 1309: Six People... Can’t Last a Single Round!

"No!"

Yi Shengtang let out a long wail, filled with endless sorrow.

He had already prepared himself mentally, knowing that this venture might cost him his life, but he never expected Yi Gangmu and the others would not even have a chance to fight back!

In an instant, they were turned into sieves, not even managing a groan before losing their lives.

The situation was a thousand times, ten thousand times more difficult than he had imagined!

However, before he had time to think further, Dongmen Buju had already appeared in front of him, swinging a punch of ten billion pounds towards him.

"Now do you realize how terrifying I am? But it's too late; I told you to leave, and you didn't. Now it's too late to escape."

Yi Shengtang's pupils dilated drastically, his eyes filled only with Dongmen Buju's sinister smile, his limbs so stiff and cold like he was filled with cement, unable to move, only watching helplessly as Dongmen Buju's fist came towards him.

The sight of Yi Gangmu and the four Shennong generals' gruesome deaths had a huge impact on him. In that moment, he was so terrified that he forgot to resist, his mind blank.

Immediately after.

He felt excruciating pain, as if all the bones in his body were breaking, a tearing sensation as if four people were pulling his hands and feet in opposite directions, trying to tear out his internal organs.

It was as if someone was using a dull knife to slowly carve off the flesh from his body.

He had no way to resist; he could only endure this inhuman sensation.

Dongmen Buju's punch landed squarely on Yi Shengtang's abdomen.

Yi Shengtang fell like a shooting star.

Boom!

He also slammed heavily into the ground, but it didn't create a large pit like Lin Fan's did.

If there had been such a pit, it would have meant Yi Shengtang had absorbed some of the force, converting Dongmen Buju's power into the earth, which would have resulted in a bottomless hole.

This is why Dongmen Buju felt that Lin Fan might not be dead.

But as for Yi Shengtang, he took the full weight of the ten billion-pound punch, unable to divert Dongmen Buju's force.

So.

He now lay on the ground forming a "big" character, blood slowly trickling from the corner of his mouth, eyes staring blankly at the sky, devoid of emotion, not even knowing if he was looking at Dongmen Buju.

He was completely immobilized, all his bones turned to dust, and although he maintained his flesh, without skeletal support, he couldn't move at all.

You could say.

He was now just a puddle of mud...living mud!

Yi Shengtang couldn't even feel the pain anymore, his face calm as water with no expression, just lying there quietly, as if life and death were no longer important.

Bang!

Dongmen Buju coldly laughed as he landed beside Yi Shengtang, hands clasped behind his back, looking down at Yi Shengtang with contempt, disdain, and mockery.

"Now do you understand? Earlier I showed you mercy by telling you to leave, but you didn't appreciate it. You had to let it get to this point, are you satisfied? Don't forget, I am Dongmen Buju. If I want you dead, you will surely die; if I want you alive, you will never die; if I want you half-dead, you'll end up like this."

Cold, sharp, and fierce light flashed in his eyes as he nodded in satisfaction, giving Yi Shengtang's leg a couple of kicks.

"Tut, tut, tut, was it necessary to end up like this..."

Yi Shengtang's lips seemed to move, but no sound came out. All he could do was tremble, blood gushing from his mouth, soaking his clothes.

"Enough, if you can't speak, then don't. Just stay put, I'll let a few of them join you later." Dongmen Buju barely opened his eyes, his expression frightfully menacing.

Yi Shengtang wanted to shout loudly, to warn Qing Lin, Xuanyuan Jing, and Su Yuankun, but no matter how he moved his lips, he couldn't make the slightest sound.

"Clan Leader Yi!"

"Clan Leader Yi!"

Qing Lin, Xuanyuan Sword, and Su Yuankun finally broke free from the stones' entanglement, landing on the ground, only to see Yi Shengtang lying motionless, at the mercy of Dongmen Buju's humiliation. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The three shouted but got no response from Yi Shengtang, shocking their hearts. Seeing the tragic state of Yi Gangmu and the four Shennong generals, their hearts trembled even more violently.

Dongmen Buju... was simply inhuman...

With a flick of the wrist, he captured the Clan Leader, General, and Major General of the Shennong Clan... leaving only Clan Leader Yi Shengtang barely alive, effectively exterminating the entire Shennong Clan!

The three exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing a hint of panic and fear.

It was an instinctual fear...not an indication they would flee...because they simply wouldn't leave unless they could rescue Lin Fan. Having arrived here, they were already prepared for death.

The three panted heavily, gulping down a mouthful of saliva, yet their eyes remained resolute, glaring fiercely at Dongmen Buju.

"Now, it's your turn." Dongmen Buju suddenly turned his head, his eyes like those of a predator eyeing prey, exuding cruelty, violence, and a murderous glare.

The three involuntarily shuddered, immediately clenching their fists, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Although prepared for death, the fear lingered like a shadow.

"Four moves..." Zhu Qilue counted softly on the side. He had not given up, especially after witnessing Dongmen Buju's sheer brutality, he couldn't help but feel some sympathy for these ants of the Sumeru Continent.

He didn't even know what had changed in him... perhaps it was due to Lin Fan...

But regardless, if they could hold out for ten moves, he could instantly kill Dongmen Buju once he regained his strength.

Although a faint sympathy stirred within, his anger was greater.

These ants turned out even more feeble than he imagined, unable to withstand a single move, with five dead and one severely injured.

At this rate, the remaining three...probably wouldn't last one round.

Zhu Qilue frowned deeply, filled with anxiety.

Dongmen Buju turned to face Qing Lin, Xuanyuan Jing, and Su Yuankun.

"Are you ready? I'm about to make my move."

Everyone drew a sharp breath.

Arrogance.

Such utter arrogance!

Never had anyone seen someone announce their attack in advance.

And the opponent was the revered clan leader of the Twelve Ancient Clans!

This was completely treating them like children, toying with them, like a heavyweight player sparring with three kindergarten kids, a mere game.

Without a word, Qing Lin, Xuanyuan Jing, and Su Yuankun dashed forward!

Qing Lin charged from the left, followed by a cascade of enormous rocks, towering like mountains, blotting out the sky with aggressive momentum!

Su Yuankun charged from the right, his body enveloped in a brown glow, veins bulging on his arms as he clenched his fists, the ground quaking and shaking.

Meanwhile, Xuanyuan Jing advanced through the center with a Silver Sword wielded masterfully, darting like a silver dragon, instantly engulfing the entire void before him.

The three, faces twisted and ferocious, launched their assault on Dongmen Buju simultaneously!