Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1323 - 1321: The Shortest-Serving Heavenly Clan Leader

The once-invincible Dongmen Buju, unexpectedly died in such a casual manner.

Like an ant.

Insignificant.

Trivial.

He died under Lin Fan's gentle might.

The Clan Leader of the Heavenly Clan, half-step towards becoming a Heavenly Venerate, Dongmen Buju died so humiliatingly, unbearably, and disgracefully.

He didn't even utter a final word.

Didn't even launch a single attack against Lin Fan.

Didn't even have time to make a sound.

The Bone Dragon perched in the sky suddenly descended, pulverizing Dongmen Buju and tearing him into a blood mist.

At that moment.

The air seemed to solidify; everyone was like frozen statues, wide-eyed and speechless.

Everyone's gaze turned towards Lin Fan, towards the terrifying Bone Dragon.

Time halted, breath ceased.

Billions of Heavenly Clan civilians.

Stunned.

Mad.

Dumbfounded.

This was the Clan Leader of the Heavenly Clan! The man who could flatten the Sumeru Continent, on the brink of breaking through to the Heavenly Venerate realm, hailed as the most terrifying genius in the history of the Sumeru Continent.

Yet... in the mere lift of Lin Fan's hand, he vanished without a trace, Divine Sense obliterated.

And Lin Fan, expressionless, calm as water, unperturbed. As if all of this was within his expectations, as if Dongmen Buju was destined to be his defeated foe.

No one clustered, no one panicked, no one screamed.

All stayed silently in place, like statues.

"Is this it? Dongmen Buju?"

Lin Fan glanced at the blood mist drifting in the wind, slightly raising the corner of his mouth, mocking and sneering.

He looked at his palm, still stained with Dongmen Buju's blood. Disdainfully, he frowned, spat into his palm, and reluctantly wiped it on himself.

Su Yuankun, Qing Lin, Xuanyuan Jing, Yi Shengtang, Fifth Sword Emperor, Zhu Qilue were all astounded! Their jaws dropped to the ground, speechless.

This is Lin Fan?!

Is this really Lin Fan?!

Their gazes were both surprised and bewildered, yet also filled with excitement and agitation.

Dongmen Buju's death deeply stirred them, yet Lin Fan's monstrous transformation astounded them more than they anticipated.

They had expected Lin Fan to die, yet he not only survived but grew even more formidable.

At that moment.

Lin Fan walked calmly towards Ling Haoyan, still carrying that terrifying momentum.

Ling Haoyan's emotions were like a roller coaster, one moment joyful, the next downcast, sometimes excited, sometimes fearful.

Now he was at his lowest point, anxiety weighing heavily as he watched Lin Fan approach. He wanted to flee, but his body betrayed him, legs immovable.

"Ling Haoyan," Lin Fan called out softly.

Thud!

Ling Haoyan immediately fell to his knees, crying bitterly and kowtowing to Lin Fan.

"Please spare me... spare me... grandpa... my dear grandpa... I really dare not... I'm forced... I really didn't want to kill Feng Qingshui... but... but they're all watching me... if I hesitate, they'll kill me... even if I don't act... Dongmen Buju that old thief would act..."

Lin Fan, half-squinting, looked coldly at Ling Haoyan.

"You sure switch sides quickly, Dongmen Buju just died and you're calling him an old thief, huh."

"Grandpa... ancestor... I really didn't mean it... I was really forced..." Ling Haoyan cried, his head hitting the ground repeatedly, bleeding profusely, unable to stop.

His fear was truly genuine!

Lin Fan didn't act immediately, instead pondered for a moment.

This guy was truly cowardly, lacking in qualifications, posed no threat even if left alive.

If the Heavenly Clan was led by a dangerous person again, chaos may ensue.

Better to let this useless person lead the Heavenly Clan to ensure peace for the Sumeru Continent.

However.

Though he wouldn't kill this coward, he wouldn't let him off easily either.

"Which hand?"

"Ah?!" Ling Haoyan, cowardly, lifted his head, crying miserably.

"Can't understand human words?" Lin Fan impatiently retorted, his gaze sharp as knives.

Ling Haoyan quickly realized that Lin Fan was asking which hand killed Feng Qingshui, naturally he didn't dare lie, immediately raising his right hand.

"This... this one..."

"Are you sure?"

With a grieving face, head hung low, Ling Haoyan nodded heavily.

Lin Fan chuckled coldly, reaching out to gently tap his palm.

Bang!

The entire right arm exploded, flesh and blood flying, a gruesome sight!

Ling Haoyan screamed in agony, rolling on the ground, clutching his severed right arm.

"Today I spare your miserable life. But remember, your life is forever in my hands, I could take it anytime I want." Lin Fan coldly declared, leaving.

Ling Haoyan, suppressing his unbearable pain, quickly got up, kowtowing gratefully to Lin Fan's retreating figure.

"Thank you, grandpa, for your mercy! Thank you, grandpa, for your mercy!"

The next moment.

Lin Fan walked towards Dongmen Nu.

Dongmen Nu showed no trace of sadness over Dongmen Buju's death, even appeared quite excited. In his mind, with Dongmen Buju dead, he could become the Clan Leader!

Despite fearing Lin Fan's approach, he still managed a smile.

"You can still smile?" Lin Fan sneered, raising an eyebrow.

"Why shouldn't I smile?" Dongmen Nu replied with a smile.

"I killed your father, the Heavenly Clan might face extinction."

"Relax, it won't. You killed my father; I'm grateful. He grew quite resentful of me, didn't treat me as his son anymore, so I'm glad you killed him. Because now I'm the Clan Leader of the Heavenly Clan!"

"You?" Lin Fan assessed Dongmen Nu; had he not provoked the Xuan Clan, today's events wouldn't have unfolded. But this fool, father dead, shows no sadness nor desires revenge, instead heartlessly smiles, thinking himself the Clan Leader.

For a moment, Lin Fan couldn't decide whether to feel pity or scorn.

"You think you're qualified to be the Clan Leader?"

"Why not? I'm Dongmen Buju's son; with him dead, I'm naturally to inherit his position!" Dongmen Nu was displeased by this remark, glaring at Lin Fan.

"Then you'll be the shortest-serving Clan Leader in Heavenly Clan history."

"What do you mean?"

Lin Fan said no more, directly reaching out and grabbing Dongmen Nu's neck, lifting him.

"You think you'll live? Ridiculous, were it not for your foolish actions, these people wouldn't have died. You must pay for your deeds." He snarled viciously, observing Dongmen Nu's frightened gaze.

"Your tenure as Clan Leader will last ten seconds."

Bang!

The moment he finished speaking, Lin Fan applied force.

Dongmen Nu, just like Dongmen Buju, instantly burst into a blood mist, dead beyond death!