Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1292 - 1290: Now That You’re in the Heavenly Clan, Do You Think You Can Still Leave?

Not only was everyone unable to understand, but even Zhu Qilue couldn't immediately grasp why he spoke up for Lin Fan and defended him.

Clearly, this matter had no benefit for him; if examined closely, it might even pose some drawbacks.

Lin Fan had gravely injured him, then healed him—a matter that could be considered an extraordinary insult for someone from the Five Elements Realm.

It's like being saved by the trash you despise most in life, a feeling mixed with shame, helplessness, and anger—a very complex sensation that Zhu Qilue was experiencing now.

If it were another person, he would rather die than be treated by them. But no one else had Lin Fan's power and couldn't hurt him in the first place.

He had to admit, he truly admired Lin Fan.

This guy gave off a unique aura that made people unconsciously want to approach him, to befriend him, even though he was just someone from the Sumeru Continent whom he didn't care for.

Deathly silence.

The square was as quiet as a grave.

Everyone stared in disbelief at Zhu Qilue, even Lin Fan was surprised that he would speak on his behalf.

"Thank you."

Lin Fan was the first to recover his senses, cupped his fists, and bowed. Without saying much, he turned around to leave.

However,

As soon as he turned, he noticed the crowd in front of him parting like a split sea, making way for a wide path.

Dongmen Buju swaggered into Lin Fan's view.

"What's so lively here!"

His voice carried arrogance and disdain, as if the outcome was settled and he was the unequivocal winner.

Lin Fan furrowed his brows, retracting his steps to stand upright.

"Oh dear, Mr. Lin, why stop fighting? Weren't you just chasing Mr. Zhu around like a dog? Are you tired now, or what's the matter, stopping for a break?" Dongmen Buju had long noticed Lin Fan and mocked him nakedly.

A burst of laughter exploded around them.

"Don't say, Lin Fan chasing Zhu Qilue earlier really did look like a dog."

"Look at him panting, almost sticking his tongue out."

"A fool unaware of his limits, I think not even as good as a dog; dogs have better stamina than him."

The spectators quickly echoed the sentiment, eager to flatter Dongmen Buju for his favor.

Dongmen Buju looked at Lin Fan defiantly, with a contemptuous smile in his eyes.

However.

Lin Fan remained silent, his gaze directly overlooking Dongmen Buju, as if he didn't exist, searching behind him for Mo Ningxiang's figure. He was sure he heard Mo Ningxiang's voice before Dongmen Buju's sudden grand entrance; it must be related to Mo Ningxiang.

Sure enough!

Soon he spotted Mo Ningxiang and Mo Kun in the crowd.

They were surrounded by a group of soldiers, being escorted towards him, Mo Ningxiang's complexion ashen, devoid of color, seemingly terrified, and Mo Kun trembling, so unlike the Xuan Clan's deputy general.

Lin Fan's eye twitched violently, his heart felt torn, so pained; he stepped forward instinctively, ready to rush over.

"Wait!"

Dongmen Buju calmly stepped sideways, blocking Lin Fan's view.

This brat dared not look at him!

Arrogant.

Too arrogant!

He must cure him of this cocky attitude. I'm Dongmen Buju, not someone you can ignore!

"Mr. Lin, are you really planning to act? Do you look down on the Heavenly Clan's army, or do you look down on me, Dongmen Buju? Trying to snatch people from the Heavenly Clan in front of everyone, if you manage to take her, where would the Heavenly Clan's face be? You better think carefully, are you sure you can survive, or rather, are you sure she can survive after your actions?"

Dongmen Buju's mouth curled upwards in a sinister smile, gesturing towards Mo Ningxiang.

"Lin Fan brother!"

"Shut up! Did anyone let you speak?" Ling Haoyan, emboldened by Dongmen Buju, suddenly grew bolder. Moreover, Dongmen Buju's speech infused him with strength.

Indeed, now was his chance for fame!

He had to shake off the shadow of his father, Ling Wudeng.

Let everyone recognize the clan leader's attendant, Ling Haoyan!

So.

When Mo Ningxiang saw Lin Fan and excitedly called out, he mercilessly jabbed her in the waist with the knife handle. Mo Ningxiang cried in pain, squatting on the ground, sweating profusely.

"You bastard! Want to die?!" Mo Kun anxiously tried to pounce on Ling Haoyan, but before he could raise his fist, soldiers on both sides restrained him, and Ling Haoyan punched Mo Kun's nose with his fist, causing blood to splatter.

Lin Fan's eyes flared with furious flames, dust blew up from the ground with waves of energy, and a violent force surged from his body.

This brat dared to harm Mo Ningxiang, utterly seeking death!

He immediately clenched the Xuanyuan Sword, ready to charge forward past Dongmen Buju.

Yet.

Dongmen Buju's face still bore a faint smile, showing no intention of yielding.

"Mr. Lin, where are you going? Do you truly dismiss me, the Heavenly Clan's clan leader?"

"Move!" Lin Fan growled lowly.

"Humph, just because you killed a subordinate doesn't mean you can compare to me! You're far from it!"

Dongmen Buju suddenly glared, throwing a punch towards Lin Fan's face!

Less than a breath!

The punch directly broke the sound barrier, like breaking open a huge void hole.

Bringing incredibly powerful fist winds.

Instantly!

Uclouds gathered, lightning flashed and thunder roared.

Lin Fan didn't anticipate Dongmen Buju's seemingly casual punch could cover the sky, instantly feeling a powerful pressure that suffocated him.

He quickly retreated a step.

Instant Escape!

His figure immediately retreated nearly ten meters.

Boom!

Dongmen Buju's punch landed in the air, though it missed Lin Fan, it caused an explosive wave, rushing toward Lin Fan mightily.

Lin Fan dodged the first strike but didn't expect a second.

It was too late to react, he could only block with the Xuanyuan Sword, bracing for the wave's impact.

Bang!

The wave clashed with the Xuanyuan Sword, producing a piercing sound.

Lin Fan's entire body flew out, heavily crashing dozens of meters away.

Just an unintentional punch had such immense power, nearly a trillion pounds, even able to shatter the void.

Even a prodigy like Lin Fan couldn't withstand this punch's might.

Went flying instantly!

Dongmen Buju coldly eyed the sprawled Lin Fan, smirked disdainfully, slowly retracted his fist, behind him.

"With such skills, aiming to oppose the Heavenly Clan, wondering who gave you such courage. Since you two desperate lovebirds came here to us, the Heavenly Clan shall fulfill you, allowing you to die together, how about that?!"

"Great!"

"Agreed!"

"Wonderful!"

Suddenly, a deafening roar ensued, the crowd frenziedly raised their fists, shouted hoarsely.

Dongmen Buju faintly smiled, suddenly extended his hand, grasped in the void.

Lin Fan felt like someone dragged his body, sliding rapidly, carving a deep trail, soon arriving at Dongmen Buju's feet.

"Came to the Heavenly Clan, do you think you can leave?"