Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City Chapter 1273 - 1271: Lin Fan Doesn’t Dare to Show Up, Does H

The three-day promise.

Arrived as expected.

Ti passed quickly, almost slipping away without notice.

Zhu Qilue didn’t feel anything, wandering leisurely and joyfully in the east of the Heavenly Clan Main City every day.

This was his first ti on the Suru Continent, naturally feeling fresh and curious.

However, in contrast.

Dongn Buju was much more nervous than Zhu Qilue, as if he were the one about to attend the eting.

Early in the morning, he broke out in a cold sweat, trembling with nerves, feeling a bit uneasy in his heart.

"Where is the young master Zhu?" Not seeing any trace of Zhu Qilue anywhere, he asked curiously.

"The young master Zhu went out to play early in the morning," his subordinate replied.

Dongn Buju furrowed his brows, his face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Out to play again?"

"Yes..."

"For god’s sake, he has been living easy these three days, taking leisure trips as if the three-day promise never existed. I’m more nervous than him, can’t sleep a wink every day. When did he leave? Did he say where he was going?"

"He left early in the morning, didn’t say where."

Dongn Buju nodded helplessly, impatiently waving his hand to dismiss his subordinate.

What exactly is Zhu Qilue up to?

Is he really confident enough to kill Lin Fan?

Or is he just putting on a show, not intending to lay a hand on Lin Fan at all?

What secret is he hiding?

Dongn Buju furrowed his brows in deep thought, feeling increasingly that sothing was off. Especially after he challenged Zhu Qilue’s actions a few days ago and was beaten up by him.

Thinking of this only made him more disgruntled.

"Hurry up and find Zhu Qilue for !" Dongn Buju slapped the arm of the chair, roaring angrily.

...

At this mont.

In the central open area of the Heavenly Clan Main City, an arena had been set up.

A group of Heavenly Clan soldiers ford a large circle.

This was the place where Zhu Qilue and Lin Fan would compete soon.

The arena was still empty, but outside was already a sea of people.

Actually, Dongn Buju didn’t need to make an appeal.

Lin Fan, having slain Ling Wudeng and rescuing several n from under Dongn Buju’s nose, was already famous. Furthermore, he was rely in his twenties, making people eager to witness Lin Fan’s style.

And Zhu Qilue, being from the Five Elents Realm, ca to challenge soone from the Suru Continent, an event that might not happen even once in ten thousand years, how could one miss this excitent?

"Why hasn’t anyone shown up yet, could it be they aren’t coming?"

"Impossible! This is sothing the Clan Leader announced personally; when have his words not counted? If he says it’ll happen, it definitely will."

"But no one’s here yet, isn’t it taking too long?"

"Lin Fan’s too afraid to co, isn’t he? I don’t quite believe the story of killing Ling Wudeng."

"I also don’t believe it; I heard Lin Fan is just a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor. Do you rember what realm Ling Wudeng was? Middle Heavenly Venerate! How could a regular person kill him? Lin Fan’s achievents must be exaggerated, probably a fraud."

"Fraud? The killing of Ling Wudeng can’t be hearsay! So you tell where Ling Wudeng is now."

"Even if Ling Wudeng didn’t show up, who has seen it happen with their own eyes? Who knows what underhanded ans Lin Fan used."

The onlookers started feeling a bit impatient and restless, starting to argue loudly, even getting physical and causing conflict.

The arena instantly turned into chaos.

People divided into two camps, one supporting Zhu Qilue, the other Lin Fan, launching into a war of words.

"All right, stop arguing, the Clan Leader has arrived!"

A shout suddenly erupted from the crowd.

Instantly.

Everyone held their breath, falling silent, the venue beca utterly quiet.

Under the gaze of billions.

Dongn Buju slowly walked into the venue, his face unusually solemn and gloomy.

He looked very displeased!

Clearly indicating the depth of his anger inside.

The agreed competition ti had arrived, yet neither Lin Fan nor Zhu Qilue had appeared.

Dongn Buju was ntally cursing endlessly. These two wouldn’t stand him up, right? If neither cos today, he would be utterly humiliated.

He glanced around; countless eyes were intently watching him.

In his mind, a herd of wild thoughts raced, while his eye twitched with furious intensity.

If these two don’t show up.

He swore!

Vowing fiercely!

To find a chance to take them both down!

Dongn Buju clenched his fists, an explosive aura surged forth, causing everyone’s hearts to tremble, even daring not to breathe.

There were billions at the site, densely packed, uncountable.

Yet.

It was silent as if no one were there.

Dongn Buju’s grand presence suppressed them, making the air feel solidified.

Suddenly!

A voice filled with amusent echoed faintly.

"Why is the atmosphere here so oppressive?"

Dongn Buju was stunned for a mont, then raised his head to look in the direction of the voice.

The crowd followed his gaze and looked over.

A young man dressed in white, his figure gently descended from the sky, seemingly floating, and landed slowly.

At the sa ti.

All around him, flas burned intensely, contrasting sharply with his white clothing.

The scorching flas spread across the sky, as if threatening to set the clouds afla, turning the blue sky into fiery red.

The temperature in the arena also rose sharply.

With the number of people already high and the sudden rise in temperature, everyone was imdiately drenched in sweat, unable to endure the heat.

However.

Not one dared to move, all eyes wide open, staring in amazent at Zhu Qilue, who descended like a deity, speechless.

"Is this Zhu Qilue?"

"Did he ignite the sky? It’s hard to breathe, it’s so uncomfortable..."

"I take back what I said earlier; Lin Fan...is not his match..."

"This guy is terrifying! This is rely a small demonstration; if he used his full power, no one could escape."

"This isn’t a fight on the sa level; it’s a complete power disparity!"

The crowd felt chills on their scalp, stuttering, all scared silly, terrified!

Zhu Qilue lightly landed beside Dongn Buju, smiling at the latter.

"East Gate Clan Leader, why are you sweating?"

"Uh..." Dongn Buju glanced at the burning sky.

"Oh, my apologies."

Zhu Qilue smiled lightly, waving his sleeve.

With a swish!

The sky returned to its original state, the burning flas vanished instantly, becoming clear and blue again.

Dongn Buju then wiped his sweat away, anxiously asking, "Where did young master Zhu disappear to earlier? I searched hard; if you hadn’t co, I would have lost face completely."

"How could I not co? I am very much looking forward to clashing with Lin Fan, naturally wouldn’t stand you up. Though whether Lin Fan will co, I cannot guarantee," Zhu Qilue said, glancing towards the Xuan Clan’s direction.

"The appointed ti has already arrived, yet still no sign of him," Dongn Buju said with a hint of sarcastic laughter.

Zhu Qilue said nothing, standing still as if petrified, quietly gazing into the distance.

"Lin Fan’s too afraid to show himself, right? Young master Zhu, why not..." Dongn Buju teased.

"Let’s wait a bit more."

Chu Qilue interrupted, expressionless.