Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1316 - 1314: From Now On, You Can No Longer Wield a Sword

"Two moves, the Fifth Sword Emperor has done his utmost." Zhu Qilue sighed deeply as he gazed at the shocking scene before him.

The fragments of silver swords fell like meteors, crashing to the ground.

The Fifth Sword Emperor looked up at the sky, his eyes shimmering with silver light, staring unblinking at those silver swords scattered by the wind or falling like meteors, his gaze gradually filled with desolation and helplessness.

He sighed softly, with no expression visible on his face.

That was the look of enlightenment, indifferent to life and death, caring only about the sword.

"So beautiful."

The Fifth Sword Emperor exclaimed, his eyes never leaving the sky, seemingly admiring the beauty created by the sunset glow and countless silver swords.

He never once looked at Dongmen Buju, as if the man simply did not exist in this beautiful scene.

"It's over, completely over. Eight moves... there's no chance left..." Zhu Qilue also looked up at the sky, reluctantly admitting it was a striking view, yet behind this beautiful scene lay a sorrowful ending.

Lin Fan ultimately couldn't escape his fate of death.

After the Fifth Sword Emperor was defeated by Dongmen Buju, no one could stop him, not even for a single move. Clearly, if they had waited just a little longer, his power would have recovered, and he could have stopped Dongmen Buju, but fate toyed with them, compelling Lin Fan to die by Dongmen Buju's hand today.

Zhu Qilue sighed, not understanding why he felt anxious for Lin Fan when he always looked down on such insignificant beings, yet now regretted his impending death.

He chuckled bitterly, his gaze landing on Lin Fan.

Lin Fan lay still on the ground like a dead dog, oblivious to the situation nor aware he was about to die at Dongmen Buju's hand.

"What a pity."

Dongmen Buju swaggered over to the Fifth Sword Emperor, a taunting smile on his lips, saying: "Fifth Sword Emperor, you ultimately haven't wielded a sword in too long; your skill now probably pales in comparison to before. You cannot be my match. Your move was merely delaying Lin Fan's death; whether it's early or late, he will die regardless."

He was blatantly provoking and mocking!

Dongmen Buju knew, too, that once the Fifth Sword Emperor was defeated, no one could stop the execution of Lin Fan.

Lin Fan lay there, motionless, waiting for his head to be smashed to pieces with a punch.

The Fifth Sword Emperor never once looked at Dongmen Buju, as if the man simply did not exist. He appeared to be entranced, appreciating the beauty of the sky.

"Look, isn't it beautiful?" Suddenly, he said.

Dongmen Buju glanced disdainfully, sneering: "What's so nice about this? You'd better see me crush Lin Fan's head; that scene would truely be beautiful."

He sneered sinisterly, convinced the Fifth Sword Emperor had lost his mind, and turned away, striding toward Lin Fan.

But he had barely taken a few steps.

Suddenly, a loud shout.

"Father, watch out!"

Dongmen Buju paused, abruptly turning around to find the Fifth Sword Emperor wielding a Hand Blade, charging at him, ready to strike!

His eyebrows furrowed, quickly twisting his body to the left, trying to dodge the sudden thrust.

But ultimately, it was a step too late.

This thrust didn't hit a vital point, but it did cut Dongmen Buju's arm, leaving a bloody wound on his left shoulder.

"Damn..."

Dongmen Buju cursed softly, instinctively raising a foot to kick at the Fifth Sword Emperor's chest.

Unable to defend in time, the Fifth Sword Emperor was sent flying, landing heavily on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Dongmen Buju clutched the wound on his left shoulder, glaring angrily at the Fifth Sword Emperor, biting his teeth and mocking: "Who would have thought the dignified Fifth Sword Emperor would resort to such a lowly tactic as a sneak attack, huh, truly unprecedented, unheard of!"

"As long as I can stop you... any method will do..." The Fifth Sword Emperor wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, glaring fiercely at his opponent.

"Stop me? Huh, aren't you a little too naive; who in the entire Sumeru Continent can stop me?! With your amateurish skills, you think you're fit to confront me? Maybe twenty years ago, you had a chance against me, but now, you're just insignificant insects."

No sooner said.

Not even half a breath!

Dongmen Buju's figure suddenly appeared in front of the Fifth Sword Emperor, ruthlessly stomping his right hand.

Bang!

Immediately bones shattered, blood splattered, the Fifth Sword Emperor cried out miserably, clutching his obliterated right hand, writhing in agony.

Dongmen Buju sneered, saying coldly: "This is your punishment, ensuring you'll never wield a sword again in your life. For a sword-enthusiast, life isn't paramount; the sword is what truly matters. Am I right?"

Vicious.

Terrifying.

Brutal.

Malicious!

The entire audience gasped, their eyes wide with fear.

The dignified Fifth Sword Emperor was thus crippled by Dongmen Buju, unable to ever wield a sword again, living his days in lament.

What defines tragedy.

This defines tragedy.

Everyone's scalp tingled, goosebumps raised, Dongmen Buju's methods were shockingly cruel, evoking fear even among the most ruthless, evoking sympathy for Dongmen Buju's opponents.

"Father!"

The excited voice of Dongmen Nu broke through; it was his shout moments ago that helped Dongmen Buju avoid a catastrophe, preventing the Fifth Sword Emperor's assault from succeeding.

Yet Dongmen Buju met him expressionlessly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Nu'er, why did you come out?"

Dongmen Nu now without ears and hands, appeared grotesquely horrifying; anyone who glanced would tremble inwardly. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Father, I heard you caught Lin Fan?" Dongmen Nu's voice was quite excited, even trembling.

"Yes, he's right there." Dongmen Buju gestured towards Lin Fan.

"Father... I... can I personally kill that guy? I've become like this because of Lin Fan; if not for him... I wouldn't be in this half-human, half-ghost state... so... I want to personally kill Lin Fan..." Dongmen Nu stared fixedly at Lin Fan, pupil suddenly dilating, body trembling with excitement.

"You?" Dongmen Buju's tone carried disdain, although this was his own son, everything done was for his vengeance. Yet, seeing this grotesque son in front of him, he couldn't help but feel contempt. "How do you plan to kill him? With a knife? With a sword? Or with your fist?"