At this moment, Ding Fan was very clear in his mind that he naturally did not have the strength to fight any of the elders from the opposing side. One must know that the opponent is a cultivator at the Dividing Spirit stage, not an ordinary existence at all.

Even if the opponent suppressed their cultivation to the same level as Ding Fan's, the chances of Ding Fan winning were still very small. After all, the elder has lived for an unknown number of years, and the lifespan of cultivators is much longer than that of people on Earth. Clearly, their experience is not something that young cultivators can compare to.

Moreover, Ding Fan would never believe that those elders would agree with him. Even if they agreed, they would certainly kill each other in the contest, but these things were not important to Ding Fan. Clearly, Ding Fan's objective was to stall for time so that He Zenfen could have enough time to recover.

Although Ding Fan had no idea what He Zenfen's strength would be after recovery, right now, Ding Fan had no other option.

"Ding Fan, don't try to act brave, step back!"

At this point, He Zenfen already seemed to understand Ding Fan's intentions, and his face looked somewhat serious as he spoke to Ding Fan.

"Master, how do you know I'm acting brave if you don't let me try?"

At this point, Ding Fan's face was serious and seemed somewhat determined as he spoke.

"Haha... Competing with me is just asking for death! Do you think you can defeat me just because I've suppressed my cultivation to your level?"

At this moment, an elder sneered at Ding Fan.

"Hahaha... truly a reckless fool!"

"Haha..."

At this moment, the other elders laughed together.

"How will you know if I can defeat you if you don't try? Are you afraid?"

At this time, Ding Fan looked at everyone with some contempt and quickly spoke. Ding Fan intended to delay the time to give He Zenfen more time to heal.

"How ridiculous! What's there to fear? Come on, boy!"

At that moment, a slim elder spoke to Ding Fan. The slim elder's eyes flashed a hint of malice, then he spoke to Ding Fan, his face appearing very sincere.

The other elders heard what the slim elder said and couldn't help but feel a cold chuckle in their hearts. These two elders knew very well that the slim elder was the most shrewd and vicious of them all. Since he agreed to the opponent's request, he surely harbors ill intentions. They have nothing to worry about; even if the opponent wants to delay, no reinforcements would come.

It's known that on the plain, there are probably not many cultivators left in the Dayang Sect. Clearly, waiting for reinforcements is impossible.

At this time, Ding Fan heard what the slim elder said, and couldn't help looking at him disdainfully. He then said:

"Since we're going to compete, we must agree on the rules. First, you must always suppress your cultivation to my level. You must know that your renowned Dividing Spirit mid-stage cultivation is not something ordinary cultivators can compare to. If you suddenly increase your cultivation and kill me directly, it would be too late for me to regret! Can you agree to this?"

Hearing Ding Fan's words, the slim elder snorted coldly and said:

"That's certain, I will naturally suppress my cultivation to your level. You must know, old man, when I was young, I was outstanding! I agree!"

The other two elders heard the slim elder's words and gave a faint smile, but in their hearts, they felt very amused by Ding Fan's previous words. Trying to reason with that old ghost about honor is simply playing music to a cow! Wrong person! Hahaha...

Zhang Qiang and that elder seemed to have already anticipated Ding Fan's unfortunate outcome, feeling very amused for a moment.

At this moment, He Zenfen had already started recovering in secret. Clearly, with Ding Fan's intentions understood, he had to recover as quickly as possible. Although this brief time didn't have much effect on his injuries, recovering a little was better than not at all. During this time, the opposing side had also suffered more or less, though compared to his own injuries, theirs was lighter. Still, He Zenfen believed that this time could be useful. If he could last an extra minute, he could buy Ding Fan an extra minute to escape.

"Well, now I'll discuss the second point: no one else can assist from the sidelines. Your two friends are cultivators at the Dividing Spirit mid-stage, for me, you could crush me with just a finger. Can you agree to this?"

At this moment, hearing Ding Fan's words, the slim cultivator snorted and laughed.

"This is a joke! I, a dignified Dividing Spirit mid-stage cultivator, need assistance to deal with you, a Nascent Soul stage cultivator? This is ridiculous! I agree to this as well! Let's start!"

"Alright, I'll discuss the third point!"

At this moment, hearing his opponent's words, Ding Fan didn't help but speak seriously.

"The third point is about the duration of the contest, only a half-minute. Your True Qi is much denser than mine, so we must fight swiftly! Can you agree to this?"

"Very well,"

the frail cultivator said with a particularly sinister expression on his face. Initially, they were concerned that this cultivator might escape, after all, even though He Zhengfeng was injured, it wasn't entirely impossible for him to hold off the three of them desperately. But now, this kid had proposed such an interesting condition, which obviously meant they could completely kill the opponent, preventing any chances of escape.

After all, the strength of Ding Fan, as these elders had witnessed, seemed unmatched even by the best disciples in their own sect. In fact, some sect leaders had wanted to recruit Ding Fan, but since Ding Fan wouldn't comply, such a genius cultivator had to be eliminated to prevent future troubles. Clearly, if this kid truly grew to a certain degree, he wouldn't be someone an ordinary cultivator could handle.

By then, there would be absolutely no benefit to himself or the sect.

Hearing the other's agreement, he then spoke very calmly and slowly:

"Then let's settle on the most important condition: we'll make a rule for the duel. If I can take three of your strikes, I win, and you must let one of us go. Then I'll strike you three times, and if you can withstand them, I will accept your command. But there's an order to this. I trust a Dividing Spirit Stage cultivator wouldn't take such an advantage of me, so I'll go first!"

Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, the frail elder couldn't help but frown slightly, feeling something was off. Immediately, the frail elder's eyes flashed, and he suddenly cursed at Ding Fan:

"You cunning brat! Delaying us to give He Zhengfeng time to heal!"

Having said this, the other elders seemed to awaken from a dream, their faces filled with rage, clearly not expecting to be played by a mere kid. This was an outrage!

The three elders gazed at Ding Fan with intense hatred, then immediately released all their True Qi, ready to unleash a fierce attack on Ding Fan.

"Too scared to duel? Why resort to such despicable tactics, it's simply laughable!"

Ding Fan mocked with a highly disdainful expression, then positioned himself behind He Zhengfeng, clearly indicating that killing him wouldn't be as easy as they thought.

Just as He Zhengfeng was smirking at the three elders preparing to attack, suddenly a hearty and aged laugh echoed continuously.

"Hahaha... A few old fools who've lived over a hundred years, getting toyed with by a Dayang Sect disciple, truly laughable..."

The hearty and aged voice was extremely loud, resonating clearly throughout the entire area. Clearly, the speaker's cultivation was extraordinarily high. The three elders' bodies trembled with fear, never expecting there was still a master within the Dayang Sect.

He Zhengfeng, upon hearing this voice, felt a sense of familiarity, but couldn't recall who it was. However, hope arose in his heart. While he had recovered somewhat, his injuries were still severe, making it impossible to defeat those three old traders. But it seemed the speaker was on his side, and he sensed that even their cultivation was higher than his own.

Could it be him?

He Zhengfeng suddenly recalled a person—a grand elder level existence.

Ding Fan, upon hearing the voice, couldn't help but shiver all over. Ding Fan sensed that the speaker's cultivation was far superior to his own, even surpassing everyone present by a significant margin.

Moreover, Ding Fan could tell that this person was on his side. However, upon hearing the speaker's tone, it was evident that they were fully aware of his earlier actions, meaning they've been present for quite some time, yet he hadn't noticed. Which was odd, given his extremely powerful Divine Sense, how could a mysterious person nearby escape his detection?

Ding Fan could discern that the speaker's strength was extraordinarily potent, to an almost transcendent state.

After all, there are very few who could escape the notice of his Divine Sense!

"Who is acting all mysterious? Hurry up and show yourself!"

At this point, the short Zhang Qiang said rather angrily, extremely shocked and furious in his heart. In Zhang Qiang's mind, regardless of who arrived today, He Zhengfeng was as good as dead, including that disciple, they all must perish. Even if a more powerful cultivator arrived, their backing had yet to act, which was none other than the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, Sun Yi.

Bang!

A resounding slap suddenly echoed, and Zhang Qiang, eyes full of stars, staggered continuously. Clearly, the slap had severely injured him, even causing temporary dizziness.

This was utterly shocking, knowing a mid-Dividing Spirit Stage cultivator was knocked out with a single slap, it was simply unthinkable!

The other two elders, witnessing this scene, were utterly stunned. Zhang Qiang was perhaps the strongest among them. Although they all had mid-Dividing Spirit Stage cultivation, Zhang Qiang's cultivation was the most consolidated, and his power was the greatest.

Yet, he was knocked out with one slap, it seemed overly exaggerated. And up until now, the person who struck hadn't even been seen. The power this person must possess was simply unimaginable.

Seeing this, He Zhengfeng couldn't help but be delighted, it must indeed be that person, as only that one in the entire Dayang Sect could possess such strength!

The opponent dared to speak so rudely was simply courting death!

Seeing this, Ding Fan couldn't help but tense up; the opponent's strength was utterly unfathomable!