Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City Chapter 1201 - 1199: You're the First Person to Dare Say You

Mo Ningxiang heard this and was so furious her insides churned. But having one leg crippled by Dongn Buju, even moving a little caused unbearable pain, let alone standing up.

She wanted to retort, to curse, but had no strength left.

She could only glare fiercely at Dongn Buju, eyes like torches, lips trembling as she bit them.

"What? Not convinced? If you're not, then get up. What's the point of just lying there?"

Dongn Buju said leisurely, provocatively shrugging his shoulders.

"You!"

Before Mo Ningxiang could finish, Dongn Buju rcilessly interrupted her.

"Clan Leader Mo, you'd better save your strength. Otherwise, you'll bleed to death before I even make a move, and that would not be my fault."

"Dongn Buju, you shaless!"

"You just realized? Hahaha!"

Dongn Buju laughed wildly, paying no attention to Mo Ningxiang's roars and growls, instead thoroughly enjoying it.

Yi Shengtang's gaze turned cold, watching Dongn Buju intently, his chest heaving.

He was angry but dared not speak.

Emotions to act surged in his heart, veins bulged on his arms, and his clenched fists trembled slightly.

However.

Just as he was about to express himself.

Dongn Buju suddenly spoke.

"Clan Leader Yi, do you also wish to make a move against ?"

Yi Shengtang was taken aback. Just now, Dongn Buju hadn't even looked at him, so how did he know...

"Don't forget the fate of Hong Chuyuan and Tuo YHong, don't ruin your future."

Those words.

Were like needles piercing Yi Shengtang's body, leaving him deflated, as if he were a punctured ball, his body imdiately weakened, collapsing.

With words at this stage, to continue would likely make him and the Shennong Clan the next target.

Yi Shengtang felt utterly helpless and let out a long sigh.

"Clan Leader Yi, thank you."

Suddenly, Mo Ningxiang quietly spoke, eyes shimring with gratitude as she looked at Yi Shengtang.

"I..."

Yi Shengtang also looked at Mo Ningxiang, his words failing him.

He had already done his best.

Dongn Buju's strength was beyond his comparison.

If it were that person... then there might still be a glimr of hope.

Yi Shengtang's mind conjured the na Lin Fan.

He didn't know where he was, but if he were at the top of Changliu Mountain, such a thing surely wouldn't happen.

At that mont.

Ling Wudeng, standing at the entrance, suddenly shivered, his expression changed dramatically, brow furrowed tightly, twisted like a rope.

His ears twitched, as if listening to sothing.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

His body suddenly moved, swiftly walking towards Dongn Buju.

Dongn Buju was still sneering, but upon seeing Ling Wudeng approaching, seed to realize sothing and his face instantly turned dark.

The Clan Leaders were curious, what had happened?

This ti Ling Wudeng's expression seed even more solemn, more tense.

"What?!"

Ling Wudeng whispered sothing into Dongn Buju's ear, and Dongn Buju abruptly straightened up, eyes nearly popping out.

"Did you hear wrong?"

"Shouldn't be."

"Alright, you go then."

"Yes!"

Dongn Buju frowned tightly, a trace of complexity and sharpness in his eyes, as if a cold glint was flickering.

He ignored everyone, as if the clan leaders weren't present at all, talking to himself.

"Well, bold guy, you really dare to co."

The Clan Leaders listened to Dongn Buju's muttering, puzzled.

What did it an? Is soone else coming up the mountain?

People looked around at each other, and at Hong Chuyuan on the ground and the blood mist that was Tuo YHong.

Everyone was here, there was no one else.

Who else could be coming up the mountain at this ti, could it be Feng Qingshui?

Impossible.

Mo Ningxiang had left Feng Qingshui with the Xuan Clan, to guard; how could she co up easily.

Then who else could it be?

Amidst the crowd's puzzlent.

Mo Ningxiang suddenly smiled brilliantly, as if the pain in her body disappeared, her cheeks flush with red.

"Has Mo Ningxiang gone mad? Why is she smiling?"

"Probably got stimulated."

"Alas, so pitiful..."

"Such a good girl, why provoke the Heavenly Clan."

"There's nothing to be done... such a pity..."

Everyone sighed, feeling a sense of injustice for Mo Ningxiang.

But Mo Ningxiang ignored the crowd's comnts, simply smiling to herself.

"Brother Lin Fan has co, he knows."

Yi Shengtang was taken aback, sharply looking at Mo Ningxiang, utterly shocked.

...

On the other side.

Lin Fan was rushing up the mountain like the wind.

The sooner I am, the less danger Mo Ningxiang will be in.

But this Changliu Mountain is just too high!

So high it seems infinite, as if reaching for the clouds, despite rushing with all my might, still not reaching the top.

Surrounded by clouds, birds flying alongside.

For a mont, Lin Fan almost felt like he was soaring through the clouds.

This isn't the ti to sightsee!

Glancing at the beautiful scenery beside him, he angrily scolded himself, and imdiately focused on the path ahead.

But barely two steps after.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion, like thunder bursting in his ears.

Lin Fan abruptly halted, a buzzing sound in his ears.

A swirl of yellow sand rose up, blocking the path ahead.

Lin Fan quickly stepped back two steps, focusing his gaze with a frown, looking coldly ahead, uncertain of the situation.

Although he couldn't see, he could feel it.

Within the sand, a faint sense of killing intent lurked.

Lin Fan's body instantly tightened; from the aura of the opponent, he could tell they were not friendly!

As the yellow sand gradually dissipated.

A figure slowly erged from the dust.

Holding a pitch-black long sword in one hand, the other hand behind his back, standing nacingly, no expression on his face, eyes filled with fierceness and coldness.

Like a robot, devoid of emotion.

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, pupils contracting, smiling at the person.

A glance at the ground showed a big hole where the explosion had been.

If he had been a step faster, he would have been a cloud of blood mist.

However.

The other party didn't seem eager to kill him.

Not in a long ti had he encountered such a calm opponent. Even the Fifth Sword Emperor wasn't so steady.

"Who are you?"

"Ling Wudeng."

"Don't know you." Lin Fan replied casually, indeed not knowing this person, just speaking the truth.

Ling Wudeng's eye twitched.

On the Suru Continent, people who didn't know him could be counted on one hand.

And to say it to his face.

Lin Fan was the first.

"Courageous."

"Are you crazy? Not knowing who you are ans I have courage? Well, I don't know your parents either."

"You're the first to dare say you don't know ."

Lin Fan rolled his eyes with exasperation, encountering yet another madman.

Who I want to know is my business, what's it to him?

Is he really that famous on the Suru Continent?

"Step aside, I don't have ti for you."

"You're going up the mountain."

Ling Wudeng spoke, always maintaining a stance like a piece of wood, standing still.

"Yes."

"Sorry, I can't let you go up."

Ling Wudeng's eyes shot a cold flash.

A flick of the wrist, the Black Sword stood upright, pointing straight at Lin Fan.