What's going on?!
Xuanyuan Jing's eyes widened in shock, her eyebrows tightly furrowed as she exerted all her strength to try to thrust the Silver Sword into Dongn Buju's body.
However, no matter how much effort she put in, she couldn't break through that one milliter of distance.
At the sa ti.
Dongn Buju chuckled lightly, not considering Xuanyuan Jing at all. It was as if Su Yuankun, Qing Lin, and Xuanyuan Jing were already dead.
He remained silent, but suddenly a thin layer of black light appeared on him, and from that black light, a dragon's head leapt out, baring its fangs and claws, wrapping around Xuanyuan Jing's Silver Sword, inching towards Xuanyuan Jing.
The light on the Silver Sword was also gradually being devoured, losing its dazzling brilliance and being covered by darkness.
Xuanyuan Jing was stunned, seeing she couldn't pierce through, she thought of pulling back.
Yet she was surprised to find that the Silver Sword seed to be stuck, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't retrieve it.
The speed of the black dragon's erosion of the Silver Sword increased, about to touch Xuanyuan Jing's hand in an instant.
Xuanyuan Jing was shocked, quickly letting go, staggered back two steps, her eyes wide with terror.
The black dragon devoured the entire Silver Sword, bared its fangs and claws at Xuanyuan Jing, hissed, then swiftly returned to Dongn Buju's body.
Clatter!
The Silver Sword fell at Dongn Buju's feet.
He raised an eyebrow, extended his hand, and the Silver Sword flew up by itself, landing in Dongn Buju's hand.
Dongn Buju glanced at the Silver Sword, a smile on his lips, "The sword is indeed a good sword, but the person using it is overestimating themselves, thinking they could use such a thing to kill . Lin Fan's Xuanyuan Sword couldn't even defeat , if I, Dongn Buju, were to be killed by this thing, wouldn't I be a laughingstock?"
He raised his head coldly, his eyes flashing with a chilling gleam, sharp, piercing, and cold.
"Are you looking down on , or are you overly confident in yourselves?"
Qing Lin and Su Yuankun also arrived by Xuanyuan Jing's side at this ti, having witnessed the previous scene, they were shocked. This ti they truly felt Dongn Buju's terror, with the three of them combined not able to harm him at all, not only unable to save Lin Fan but also likely to sacrifice themselves.
"What to do..." Qing Lin murmured.
Su Yuankun didn't answer, panting heavily, already injured by Dongn Buju earlier, now just barely holding on.
Xuanyuan Jing didn't speak, not knowing what to say.
Should they abandon Lin Fan and flee in haste? She definitely couldn't do it, wherever Lin Fan was, she'd be there. Now with Lin Fan's life or death uncertain, how could she leave him behind?
"Damn it! It was just a little bit... just a little bit..." Xuanyuan Jing said angrily, clenching her fists in frustration.
Dongn Buju heard her words and laughed coldly.
"A little bit? Xuanyuan Clan Leader, do you have so misunderstanding about the words 'just a little bit.' Indeed, your sword's edge was only a milliter from my body, but it's ten thousand miles away from killing . Do you think I wouldn't let you get close if I didn't allow it? What a joke!"
Xuanyuan Jing, Qing Lin, and Su Yuankun were directly petrified, standing amuck as if turned to wood.
According to Dongn Buju, he not only didn't attack, but allowed them a round, even deliberately letting them get close.
Their minds buzzed with a blank emptiness, their scalps tingling.
"Now, it's my turn."
Dongn Buju smiled insidiously, seemingly bringing with him a hellish wind, suffocating and chilling.
Xuanyuan Jing, Qing Lin, and Su Yuankun ca back to their senses, just about to scatter.
But Dongn Buju suddenly raised a hand.
Pressed down!
Boom!
An imnsely powerful force descended from the sky, like an invisible mountain pressing on them, leaving them unable to dodge or even feel rushed.
With a thud.
They knelt directly to the ground!
The three clan leaders of the Ancient Clan, at the re raise of Dongn Buju's hand, all knelt before him.
Everyone present gasped, their hearts shaken.
"Why...why can't my body move..."
"It's so uncomfortable...I can't breathe..."
"This guy...is he crazy..."
The three were trembling all over, violently shaking! As if bearing an imnsely heavy burden, relying solely on their physical strength to hold on, lest they collapse to the ground if they let up.
Dongn Buju smiled, strolling leisurely to the three, looking down at them with contempt and disdain.
"Didn't you see what happened to Yi Shengtang? Yet you still mindlessly oppose , are you mad or obsessed, is it worth it for a re Ninth Rank Saint Emperor like Lin Fan?"
"You... you spew nonsense... do as you wish, but I can tell you... you can't kill Lin Fan... Lin Fan can't die..." Su Yuankun's face twisted, sweat the size of soybeans trickled down his forehead, his face flushed red, veins bulging, as if about to burst at any mont.
"Oh? Can't kill him? What nonsense, worrying about Lin Fan when you can't even save yourselves. Let tell you, Lin Fan will definitely die by my hand, if you don't believe it, just watch."
Dongn Buju said sarcastically, ignoring the three kneeling in front of him, marching towards the large pit.
"What...what do you want to do?!" Xuanyuan Jing scread.
"Noisy."
Dongn Buju said disdainfully, suddenly waving his hand, a gust of wind swept in, carrying a terrifying might.
The three felt like their stomachs took a heavy punch, their bodies instantly flying backward, landing on the open ground dozens of ters away.
He leapt into the deep hole, causing a gasp among the crowd.
Not a sound was heard.
A deathly silence!
Everyone stared at the large hole in the ground, hearts in their throats.
After a short while.
Whoosh!
A figure shot out from the hole, soaring into the sky, so fast it made heads spin. However, the crowd still saw that the figure was holding soone in their hand.
Dongn Buju's body floated gently to the ground like a leaf, casually tossing.
The crowd looked closely.
The person on the ground was Lin Fan! But he lay there like a dead dog, eyes closed, face pale, clothes long stained red with blood, motionless.
"Lin Fan!" Xuanyuan Jing shouted, grief-stricken, heart-wrenching.
Yet.
Lin Fan had no reaction, lying quietly on the ground.
"Don't waste your energy, he only has one last breath, can't hear you. Now let show you if he'll die by my hands, or if I'll die by his. Comparing a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor to is the greatest insult!"
Dongn Buju's face twitched, fiercely roaring, his eyes flashing with sinister coldness.
He stepped towards Lin Fan, an intimidating aura rising, stirring deep-seated fear in the hearts of others.
He was laughing coldly.
A laugh from the heart, as Lin Fan was finally about to die by his hands, his blood boiled, body heated with excitent.
But as he took one step forward.
Clang!
A Silver Sword flew out of nowhere, embedding itself into the ground before his toes.
Dongn Buju hesitated, about to raise his head.
The next mont.
Nurous Silver Swords flew over, like rainfall, sticking into the ground before Dongn Buju, blocking his path.
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