Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City Chapter 1291 - 1289: The Sumeru Continent Is Unworthy of Lin

Zhu Qilue felt infinite emotion in his heart.

If it were him, intending to save everyone yet misunderstood by all, what would his state of mind be?

He had no answer.

But at least he could be sure, he would definitely not be as calm and composed as Lin Fan.

He might have exploded in anger long ago.

This group of fools even thought Lin Fan wanted to kill him, so they clamored to offer Lin Fan to the Five Elents Realm, essentially looking for a scapegoat to appease the Five Elents Realm's anger and maintain the peace of the Suru Continent.

But unexpectedly, Lin Fan had already thought ahead and healed his wounds, so he wouldn't die at all.

However.

None of these fools realized this and continued to call for Lin Fan's death, absolutely foolish beyond belief!

To Zhu Qilue, the siege on Lin Fan by the crowd was originally a good thing, as it would further tear apart Lin Fan's relationship with the Suru Continent, and maybe Lin Fan would follow him to the Five Elents Realm because of it.

But finally, he got angry.

Raging because of Lin Fan's situation, he now felt the Suru Continent was utterly undeserving of soone like Lin Fan. If not for Lin Fan's dear ones here, he would wish for the Fire Clan to annihilate the entire Suru Continent.

"Fools! A bunch of fools!"

Zhu Qilue's voice was deep and hoarse, roaring like thunder. This shout exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap, instantly stunning them into silence, including Lin Fan, who stopped in his tracks.

"Lin Fan, I truly feel sorry for you, living among this group of useless fools for so long. It's truly difficult for you. If you're willing, I'll take you to the Five Elents Realm right now; there's no need to defeat . There, you'll find better resources for cultivation, and you can further enhance your cultivation realm. I believe your potential does not end here; you don't belong here." Zhu Qilue's voice was resounding, echoing in Lin Fan's mind.

The billions watching were also stunned. They thought they were backing Zhu Qilue, yet Zhu Qilue didn't appreciate it and instead spoke up for Lin Fan. Truly odd.

"Young Master Zhu, what are you doing? Why speak for that Lin Fan scum?"

"He's just trash. He made you bleed and get hurt. Rest assured, we definitely won't let him go."

"Young Master Zhu, don't get so angry. Rest well; there are so many of us here, Lin Fan isn't going to dare harm you again. He's against you, so he's against us all."

"We're your strong backing and will definitely avenge you."

So flattered him with cheery smiles, trying their best to curry favor with Zhu Qilue, thinking that doing so could win Zhu Qilue's favor in exchange for their lives.

Yet they didn't expect such words would instead infuriate Zhu Qilue greatly.

"What kind of garbage are you?! Thinking you can ride on my coattails too!" Zhu Qilue's face darkened, his pupils contracting sharply, revealing a monstrous killing aura, his hair standing on end. "You're nothing but ants. I can crush you with just one finger, and you think you can avenge ? You're not even qualified."

The crowd collectively held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Zhu Qilue's fury was not a good sign.

But everyone was clueless, confusedly looking at both Zhu Qilue and Lin Fan. On the surface, Zhu Qilue seed to be scolding recklessly, but his underlying tone appeared to acknowledge Lin Fan.

Lin Fan had just humiliated Zhu Qilue, seriously injuring him, and now Zhu Qilue was speaking for Lin Fan - had he gone mad?

...

At the sa ti.

Mo Ningxiang and Mo Kun, who had been captured, were brought before Dongn Buju.

Dongn Buju wanted to surprise Lin Fan, so he walked from the innermost part of the crowd to the outermost, unaware of the fight going on between Lin Fan and Zhu Qilue inside.

He looked at the sweaty, wide-eyed Mo Ningxiang and coldly chuckled.

"Clan Leader Mo, we et again."

"Pah!" Mo Ningxiang spat viciously on the ground, her body trembling slightly.

But Dongn Buju didn't mind, raising his eyebrows without changing expression.

"After we parted from Changliu Mountain, I had a feeling you'd co visiting, and I didn't expect Clan Leader Mo to co so quickly. I told you, you can't escape my grasp, right?"

Mo Ningxiang didn't speak, glaring angrily.

"No need to rush, later I'll take you inside to see your beloved Lin Fan die tragically before your very eyes. Then I'll take you to marry Nuor. How's that for a plan?" Dongn Buju said in a sarcastic tone.

"Nonsense! Lin Fan won't die!" Mo Ningxiang gritted her teeth, tears welling up in her eyes.

"But do you know who he's up against? Although, regretfully, it's not - if it were , I'd make sure he dies even more miserably. But no matter, he won't fare well in Zhu Qilue's hands either. Aren't you looking forward to seeing Lin Fan's demise? I've been dying to see it in my dreams."

Dongn Buju chuckled maliciously, reaching out to touch Mo Ningxiang's cheek. Initially, Mo Ningxiang didn't move, but as Dongn Buju's arm ca closer, she suddenly opened her mouth wide and bit down hard on his forearm, leaving a deep bite mark that bled instantly.

"Damn it!" Dongn Buju cursed, slapping Mo Ningxiang backhandedly.

Mo Ningxiang fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva, glaring at him with hatred.

"Clan Leader Dongn, be careful not to push too hard, or you might get bitten back."

"You vile woman! I'll make you wish you were dead! Just you wait!" Dongn Buju snarled, clutching his injured hand. "Where's Ling Haoyan?! Wasn't he sent to capture people? Why isn't he here now?"

A lackey, head lowered, sheepishly approached Dongn Buju and quietly reported the earlier events.

"What? He pissed himself just by killing Feng Qingshui?" Dongn Buju exclaid, astonished.

The lackey didn't dare respond, retreating silently to one side.

"Hmph! He's utterly useless, scared just from killing one person?"

Just then.

Ling Haoyan hurried over, having changed his clothes, but others still sensed a lingering sll of urine on him.

"Greetings, Clan Leader."

"I heard you killed Feng Qingshui?"

"Uh?! Yes... yes..." Ling Haoyan stuttered, swallowing nervously, as Dongn Buju's tone and deanor implied nothing good.

So, after so hesitation, he finally stamred a response.

"Well done!" Dongn Buju laughed heartily, patting Ling Haoyan on the shoulder in praise. "Now that everyone's here, shall we head inside?"

With a wave of his hand, Dongn Buju started moving towards the crowd.

Ling Haoyan paused, quickly scurrying forward with bowed head and clasped hands, stuttering, "C-Clan Leader... Do... Do I need to go too?"

"Of course!" Dongn Buju smiled slightly, saying, "You are a hero for killing Feng Qingshui, it's natural to introduce you to everyone. Don't you wish to make a na for yourself? Don't you want to step out from your father's shadow? Here's a great opportunity to let the world know the na of Ling Haoyan!"

Ling Haoyan was stirred by these passionate words, his blood boiling, his face glowing red with excitent.

"Th-Thank you, Clan Leader!"