Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1313 - 1311: Three Clan Leaders Kneel Together!

What's going on?!

Xuanyuan Jing's eyes widened in shock, her eyebrows tightly furrowed as she exerted all her strength to try to thrust the Silver Sword into Dongmen Buju's body.

However, no matter how much effort she put in, she couldn't break through that one millimeter of distance.

At the same time.

Dongmen Buju chuckled lightly, not considering Xuanyuan Jing at all. It was as if Su Yuankun, Qing Lin, and Xuanyuan Jing were already dead.

He remained silent, but suddenly a thin layer of black light appeared on him, and from that black light, a dragon's head leapt out, baring its fangs and claws, wrapping around Xuanyuan Jing's Silver Sword, inching towards Xuanyuan Jing.

The light on the Silver Sword was also gradually being devoured, losing its dazzling brilliance and being covered by darkness.

Xuanyuan Jing was stunned, seeing she couldn't pierce through, she thought of pulling back.

Yet she was surprised to find that the Silver Sword seemed to be stuck, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't retrieve it.

The speed of the black dragon's erosion of the Silver Sword increased, about to touch Xuanyuan Jing's hand in an instant.

Xuanyuan Jing was shocked, quickly letting go, staggered back two steps, her eyes wide with terror.

The black dragon devoured the entire Silver Sword, bared its fangs and claws at Xuanyuan Jing, hissed, then swiftly returned to Dongmen Buju's body.

Clatter!

The Silver Sword fell at Dongmen Buju's feet.

He raised an eyebrow, extended his hand, and the Silver Sword flew up by itself, landing in Dongmen Buju's hand.

Dongmen Buju glanced at the Silver Sword, a smile on his lips, "The sword is indeed a good sword, but the person using it is overestimating themselves, thinking they could use such a thing to kill me. Lin Fan's Xuanyuan Sword couldn't even defeat me, if I, Dongmen Buju, were to be killed by this thing, wouldn't I be a laughingstock?"

He raised his head coldly, his eyes flashing with a chilling gleam, sharp, piercing, and cold.

"Are you looking down on me, or are you overly confident in yourselves?"

Qing Lin and Su Yuankun also arrived by Xuanyuan Jing's side at this time, having witnessed the previous scene, they were shocked. This time they truly felt Dongmen Buju's terror, with the three of them combined not able to harm him at all, not only unable to save Lin Fan but also likely to sacrifice themselves.

"What to do..." Qing Lin murmured.

Su Yuankun didn't answer, panting heavily, already injured by Dongmen Buju earlier, now just barely holding on.

Xuanyuan Jing didn't speak, not knowing what to say.

Should they abandon Lin Fan and flee in haste? She definitely couldn't do it, wherever Lin Fan was, she'd be there. Now with Lin Fan's life or death uncertain, how could she leave him behind?

"Damn it! It was just a little bit... just a little bit..." Xuanyuan Jing said angrily, clenching her fists in frustration.

Dongmen Buju heard her words and laughed coldly.

"A little bit? Xuanyuan Clan Leader, do you have some misunderstanding about the words 'just a little bit.' Indeed, your sword's edge was only a millimeter from my body, but it's ten thousand miles away from killing me. Do you think I wouldn't let you get close if I didn't allow it? What a joke!"

Xuanyuan Jing, Qing Lin, and Su Yuankun were directly petrified, standing amuck as if turned to wood.

According to Dongmen Buju, he not only didn't attack, but allowed them a round, even deliberately letting them get close.

Their minds buzzed with a blank emptiness, their scalps tingling.

"Now, it's my turn."

Dongmen Buju smiled insidiously, seemingly bringing with him a hellish wind, suffocating and chilling.

Xuanyuan Jing, Qing Lin, and Su Yuankun came back to their senses, just about to scatter.

But Dongmen Buju suddenly raised a hand.

Pressed down!

Boom!

An immensely powerful force descended from the sky, like an invisible mountain pressing on them, leaving them unable to dodge or even feel rushed.

With a thud.

They knelt directly to the ground!

The three clan leaders of the Ancient Clan, at the mere raise of Dongmen Buju's hand, all knelt before him.

Everyone present gasped, their hearts shaken.

"Why...why can't my body move..."

"It's so uncomfortable...I can't breathe..."

"This guy...is he crazy..."

The three were trembling all over, violently shaking! As if bearing an immensely heavy burden, relying solely on their physical strength to hold on, lest they collapse to the ground if they let up.

Dongmen Buju smiled, strolling leisurely to the three, looking down at them with contempt and disdain.

"Didn't you see what happened to Yi Shengtang? Yet you still mindlessly oppose me, are you mad or obsessed, is it worth it for a mere Ninth Rank Saint Emperor like Lin Fan?"

"You... you spew nonsense... do as you wish, but I can tell you... you can't kill Lin Fan... Lin Fan can't die..." Su Yuankun's face twisted, sweat the size of soybeans trickled down his forehead, his face flushed red, veins bulging, as if about to burst at any moment.

"Oh? Can't kill him? What nonsense, worrying about Lin Fan when you can't even save yourselves. Let me tell you, Lin Fan will definitely die by my hand, if you don't believe it, just watch."

Dongmen Buju said sarcastically, ignoring the three kneeling in front of him, marching towards the large pit.

"What...what do you want to do?!" Xuanyuan Jing screamed.

"Noisy."

Dongmen Buju said disdainfully, suddenly waving his hand, a gust of wind swept in, carrying a terrifying might.

The three felt like their stomachs took a heavy punch, their bodies instantly flying backward, landing on the open ground dozens of meters away.

He leapt into the deep hole, causing a gasp among the crowd.

Not a sound was heard.

A deathly silence!

Everyone stared at the large hole in the ground, hearts in their throats.

After a short while.

Whoosh!

A figure shot out from the hole, soaring into the sky, so fast it made heads spin. However, the crowd still saw that the figure was holding someone in their hand.

Dongmen Buju's body floated gently to the ground like a leaf, casually tossing.

The crowd looked closely.

The person on the ground was Lin Fan! But he lay there like a dead dog, eyes closed, face pale, clothes long stained red with blood, motionless.

"Lin Fan!" Xuanyuan Jing shouted, grief-stricken, heart-wrenching.

Yet.

Lin Fan had no reaction, lying quietly on the ground.

"Don't waste your energy, he only has one last breath, can't hear you. Now let me show you if he'll die by my hands, or if I'll die by his. Comparing a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor to me is the greatest insult!"

Dongmen Buju's face twitched, fiercely roaring, his eyes flashing with sinister coldness.

He stepped towards Lin Fan, an intimidating aura rising, stirring deep-seated fear in the hearts of others.

He was laughing coldly.

A laugh from the heart, as Lin Fan was finally about to die by his hands, his blood boiled, body heated with excitement.

But as he took one step forward.

Clang!

A Silver Sword flew out of nowhere, embedding itself into the ground before his toes.

Dongmen Buju hesitated, about to raise his head.

The next moment.

Numerous Silver Swords flew over, like rainfall, sticking into the ground before Dongmen Buju, blocking his path.