Dongn Buju, covered in dust, sat on the ground in distress, staring blankly at Lin Fan and Zhu Qilue not far away.
Damned!
Really damned!
In front of millions, he had embarrassed himself so greatly.
It was a colossal humiliation!
Moreover.
Zhu Qilue had used just one finger to send him flying, leaving him no ti or strength to counter, collapsing instantly.
Dongn Buju could not accept this fact.
But.
This was the reality, an indisputable truth.
More importantly, Zhu Qilue acted on Lin Fan's behalf, which ant it was Lin Fan who humiliated him.
Zhu Qilue aside, as he's from the Five Elents Realm, people could understand.
But why Lin Fan?! Just a re Ninth Rank Saint Emperor ant, what right did he have to insult him?
Such ants had only the fate of being killed by him, why could they turn the tables?!
Dongn Buju's mind was about to explode, burning with rage.
He widened his eyes, thinking angrily.
If Zhu Qilue hadn't intervened, Lin Fan would be dead by now!
Dead as can be!
His punch was impeccable in both speed and strength, guaranteed to hit Lin Fan, and guaranteed to kill him.
However.
Zhu Qilue ruined his plan!
Damned, both of them deserved to die.
Dongn Buju was so furious that veins popped on his reddened face, completely losing his reason.
"Clan Leader, are you okay?"
A minion wanting to curry favor hurried over, concern pasted on his smiling face.
But he didn't know.
Flattery is an art, requiring tily words at the right mont.
Rather than indiscriminately flattering regardless of context.
That would only lead to self-destruction.
Like now, clearly not the ti for bootlicking.
Everyone knew, so no one dared to co forward and inquire.
Only this clueless minion thought he was grabbing an easy chance, rushing forward, asking while trying to help Dongn Buju up.
From his beaming smile, it was clear he saw a chance for elevation and wealth, hence his radiant grin.
Yet.
What awaited him was disaster.
He didn't realize, this scene was humiliating for Dongn Buju, anyone daring to flatter would be rubbing salt into the wound.
Dongn Buju was already embarrassed enough; recalling his status as the Heavenly Clan Leader would only stab deeper.
So.
When Dongn Buju turned around, the minion was frightened to death by the fierce, vicious, savage glare.
"Clan... Clan Leader... I... I'm helping you... up..."
The minion stamred, trembling uncontrollably.
Dongn Buju gave a malevolent smile.
"Thank you."
The minion thought he was on his way to success, even raising his brows at those around him in pride.
But just as he lifted Dongn Buju off the ground, ready to brush the dust off him.
The minion felt sudden suffocation, his throat seed to be clutched, unable to breathe despite the surrounding air.
He suddenly realized, the hand clasping his neck was Dongn Buju's, with endless murderous intent in those blood-shot eyes.
"Clan... Clan Leader..."
Dongn Buju said nothing, his face devoid of expression.
He turned his head toward Lin Fan and Zhu Qilue, unclear of which he mistook the minion for.
Bang!
A loud explosion.
As Dongn Buju's fingers exerted force, the minion burst like a balloon, flesh flying, directly obliterated in the void!
The crowd gasped, faces turning pale, stepping back a pace.
Lin Fan, drawn by the noise, glanced in Dongn Buju's direction, seeing the carnage, his mouth curled slightly.
"Seems the East Gate Clan Leader can't stand such humiliation from you."
"No matter, Suru Continent is all trash and ants, not a single exception. Dongn Buju, I didn't consider him at all, utter garbage."
Lin Fan raised his eyebrows, smiled and said, "No one on Suru Continent can catch your eye? Then your standards are really high. What about ? I'm quite curious about your opinion of ."
"You?"
Zhu Qilue laughed, scrutinized Lin Fan.
"Do you think I'd regard you?"
"No." Lin Fan said decisively, without hesitation.
People from Five Elents Realm are proud, and they have the strength for it, naturally not viewing them highly.
Lin Fan understood this well.
However.
He refused to accept!
Why did the Five Elents Realm deserve precedence?! Why could they disdain Suru Continent?!
Zhu Qilue faced Lin Fan's aggressive gaze, the corners of his mouth curved.
"At least you're self-aware, unlike that trash, oblivious to his weight." Zhu Qilue glanced at Dongn Buju, watching him annihilate a helpless minion, his eyes showing contempt. "I indeed don't count you, but you are interesting."
"Interesting?"
Lin Fan chuckled, uncertain if this was praise or not.
Was interesting referring to him being humorous?
Or that he brought joy to others?
"Quite an interesting assessnt, I don't even know your na yet."
"Zhu Qilue."
"A good na. If you die here, I'll erect a monunt for you."
"Arrogant."
Zhu Qilue said calmly, not pursuing the topic further. His eyes coldly fixated on Lin Fan, unblinking, as if piercing his soul.
Suddenly, he bluntly stated, "You originally didn't want to co today."
Lin Fan was startled, his face showing a hint of helplessness.
He didn't want to answer, his mouth showing an awkward smile.
"Yet I still ca."
"You're afraid?" Zhu Qilue ignored Lin Fan's explanation, pressing him aggressively.
"If I were afraid, would I have co?"
"But you were afraid before."
Lin Fan lowered his head in silence, after a long pause he lifted his head, smiling slightly.
"Indeed!"
He raised his head, loudly admitted.
As if it were not a shaful affair, Lin Fan's attitude rather surprised Zhu Qilue.
This kid... really is interesting!
"Admitting past fear isn't embarrassing. I'm human too, with feelings and desires, I can fear. It's foolish to deny fear, why wouldn't I admit it? But now, I stand before you."
Lin Fan shrugged, casually said.
The brash attitude as if he were the one gaining the upper hand.
"Why aren't you afraid now?"
Zhu Qilue tightened his face, his eye twitching, suddenly burst forth with stunning pressure.
Yet Lin Fan remained unfazed, ignoring it, rely smiled without speaking.
The air suddenly solidified.
Pressure instantly spun low.
Everyone refocused their gaze on the two, hearts suspended in mid-air, pounding.
A battle, poised to erupt!
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