Bang!
A loud explosion, deafening.
Dongn Buju didn't know what flew at him, he just saw sothing round like a ball in a daze.
That thing seed to appear out of thin air, flying from so unknown place.
Carrying a nauseating stench.
But sensing a subtle killing intent, he struck without hesitation.
Suddenly!
After the blast, the sky seed covered in a bloody red.
Dongn Buju was stunned, shocked and bewildered.
What was that?!
After hitting that thing, it exploded abruptly, flesh and blood flying everywhere, staining Dongn Buju all over.
His head, face, body, hands... all covered in disgusting blood chunks.
Dongn Buju stared blankly at his filthy and dirty clothes, his expression extrely unpleasant, changing colors between green and red.
He never imagined being made such a fool, in such a pathetic and embarrassing state.
His whole body emitted an unpleasant stench, making others reluctant to approach.
"Who? Who did this! How dare they attack , who was it?!"
Dongn Buju roared like thunder, shouting angrily.
His sharp and vicious gaze swept across the faces of the clan leaders, like sharp daggers piercing their hearts.
Zhongli Kun and Huang Changfeng were lackeys, naturally incapable of such actions.
Moreover, the two were already scared stiff on the ground, unable to muster the strength to stand.
Yun Buwen and Tai Hao remained neutral and wouldn't dare provoke Dongn Buju.
That left only Su Yuankun, Qing Lin, and Xuanyuan Ding.
Dongn Buju's rciless gaze instantly locked onto the three, his eyes twitching.
"Who?"
He spat out the word coldly.
It was intimidation.
It was interrogation.
It was a threat.
Yet.
The three looked at each other cluelessly, also appearing genuinely baffled.
They didn't seem to be pretending.
Could it not be them either?
Then who could it be?
Dongn Buju's heart burned with rage, feeling as if he were being roasted over a fire.
All the clan leaders focused their gaze on him.
Yet he was in such an embarrassing predicant.
Where was the grandeur and elegance of the Suru Continent's top ancient clan leader?
He now looked entirely like a beggar.
Moreover.
What exactly was that round thing?
He was utterly puzzled.
Just as he was about to vent his anger on the three and take action.
"It's !"
A resounding shout pierced through the sky, like a sharp sword slicing through the void, directly entering everyone's ears.
The voice was full of energy, deep and rich, yet filled with youthful arrogance and defiance, clear and loud.
Dongn Buju's eyes lit up, a flash of surprise, he quickly turned to look at the mountain path.
The weak Yi Shengtang also showed a faint smile, relieved.
All the clan leaders looked over in unison, shocked, dumbfounded.
But Mo Ningxiang.
Had long been bursting into tears.
She couldn't be more familiar with this voice.
Every lonely, helpless, and desolate night, this voice would accompany her, echoing in her mind over and over.
Her eyes glistened with tender affection, as bright as stars, as if spring flowed through her gaze, unblinkingly looking toward the source of the voice, a blush of shy red blooming on her face.
Tears like pearls, clear and transparent, fell uncontrollably.
Lin Fan... you're safe... that's great...
A head appeared on the mountain path.
Expressionless, calm and composed.
A pair of fierce eyes staring ahead, not flustered, not retreating, carrying the stubbornness and determination unique to youth.
Those eyes hid overwhelming killing intent.
Seemingly telling everyone, he was here to take Dongn Buju's life!
The crowd was startled by his intimidating presence, frozen in breath, staring without turning, a sudden panic welling up inside.
No need for Dongn Buju to know who it was.
He blurted out.
"Lin Fan?!"
His voice was deep and hoarse, yet tinged with surprise and amazent.
The crowd was in an uproar!
Astonished!
It was really Lin Fan who ca up the mountain!
Although they hoped for this in their hearts, when it actually happened, they couldn't help but be astounded, incredulous.
It's Lin Fan!
Truly Lin Fan!!!
He didn't die at Ling Wudeng's hands, and he climbed the mountain alive, even...
The crowd gasped.
Because Lin Fan had already reached the last step, awe-inspiring, steadily poised.
Carrying an air of awe-inspiring righteousness, glaring righteously at Dongn Buju.
His eyes held no one else.
And only now did the crowd notice, Lin Fan was without a single wound, completely unhard!
They thought, having fought so much downhill, Lin Fan must have been injured.
Yet.
There wasn't even a scratch to be seen, simply unbelievable.
What exactly happened at the bottom of the mountain?!
What was that thing Lin Fan threw earlier?!
Lin Fan cold and stern as frost, swept his eyes over the crowd, revealing no emotion.
Finally.
His gaze fell on Mo Ningxiang.
Staring at that puddle of blood on the ground, then seeing Mo Ningxiang's tear-streaked face.
His heart tightened suddenly, as if squeezed by soone.
"Ningxiang."
He couldn't help but call softly.
"Lin Fan..."
Mo Ningxiang responded with a sob, her heart mixed with complex emotions.
Joy, excitent, worry, concern, anxiety… all mixed together, turning into tears bursting out.
Seeing Lin Fan, she saw hope.
Especially seeing Lin Fan unscathed, the burden lifted off her heart.
Dongn Buju's expression at the mont was exceptionally unpleasant, his face turned to a livid purplish-red from surprise to anger.
Lin Fan was blatantly ignoring him!
Arrogant.
Too arrogant!
"Damn Lin Fan! Don't be too smug! I never expected Ling Wudeng couldn't stop you from coming up! But, as long as I'm here, you better not act rashly. Kneel obediently now, or I'll grind you to dust!"
Dongn Buju yelled at Lin Fan, his voice like thunder exploding in everyone's ears.
The crowd snapped back to reality.
"Lin Fan... it was Lin Fan who ca up!"
"How could this be... how could this be?! How could he, a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, defeat Middle Heavenly Venerate Ling Wudeng?!"
"What unexpected event happened to let Lin Fan succeed?"
"It's truly Lin Fan, hahaha!"
"So young, with such impressive skills, his future is limitless indeed."
The crowd discussed animatedly, with both joy and sorrow.
But everyone agreed, none expected Lin Fan to defeat Ling Wudeng.
Suru Continent's top retainer Ling Wudeng!
The crowd looked at Lin Fan with complex emotions, unsure how to judge him.
Dongn Buju took a deep breath, glancing at the mountain path.
He too had doubts.
Lin Fan sneered, slowly saying, "Are you looking for Ling Wudeng?"
Dongn Buju's face twitched, viciously replied, "Kid! How could Ling Wudeng lose to you, what underhanded tricks did you use?! Where is Ling Wudeng now?"
"Heh, isn't Ling Wudeng right there on you?" Lin Fan's face full of mockery, not placing Dongn Buju in his eyes at all, even retorting sarcastically.
Dongn Buju froze, hurriedly looked around, then down at himself.
No trace of Ling Wudeng.
He was imdiately enraged, feeling like a monkey being toyed with.
"Lin Fan, you!"
But just as he uttered half a sentence, he paused.
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