At this moment, the disciples of the Wild Wolf Gang were shocked to see Ding Fan standing before them. They didn't expect the person whom the Sect had been tirelessly trying to capture to stand so nonchalantly in front of everyone.

"Are you Ding Fan?"

A slightly taller young man among the Wild Wolf Gang's people stepped out from the crowd, looking at Ding Fan with a confused expression, then asked coldly.

Ding Fan looked at the crowd, feeling a wave of anger in his heart. Upon hearing the other party's words, he replied coldly:

"That's me!"

Hearing Ding Fan's words, the slightly taller young man was slightly taken aback, then his face turned sullen as he said proudly and maliciously:

"I thought Ding Fan was someone important, but he's just a fool, walking right into our trap!"

The other disciples of the Wild Wolf Gang already had their weapons out, and upon hearing the slightly taller young man's words, they couldn't help but laugh disdainfully:

"Haha... looks like we're in for a reward!"

"Foolish guy..."

"Stop wasting words with him, just kill him! The Elder has ordered that if we see Ding Fan, kill him on sight, and bring back the corpse!"

...

Ding Fan looked at the disdainful expressions of the Wild Wolf Gang disciples and couldn't help but feel it was laughable. He then asked calmly:

"If you want to kill me, better ask yourselves if you have the capability!"

As Ding Fan finished his sentence, the disdainful eyes of the Wild Wolf Gang disciples suddenly focused. At the same time, Ding Fan's Wind Blade was launched from his hand, and after a few flashes of his figure, he was already among the crowd, initiating a wild slaughter.

The revenge for the Dayang Sect starts with you small fry!

Swish, swish, swish...

Ah...

In an instant, Ding Fan's Wind Blades kept shooting out continuously, and the members of the Wild Wolf Gang fell one after another. The fallen cultivators didn't even have a chance to breathe, killed in one blow. The deceased cultivators had faces filled with extreme shock, truly not imagining that their opponent would be so powerful, as they couldn't even withstand a single move.

Seeing this scene, the remaining disciples of the Wild Wolf Gang were shocked, and clearly had growing fear of Ding Fan. Although everyone was still fighting, if one looked closely, they would find it was not mutual fighting, but the Wild Wolf Gang disciples couldn't escape, forced to defend desperately. Yet most of the cultivators could only defend against one move from Ding Fan before being directly slaughtered, with no room for negotiation.

Continuous wails echoed. Seeing this scene, He Qianyao couldn't help but feel shocked. She hadn't expected Ding Fan to be so powerful!

It's known that the Wild Wolf Gang had quite a few Nascent Soul Stage cultivators. Although their cultivation was slightly inferior to Ding Fan, they were killed in one move by him, which was incredibly impressive!

He Qianyao had previously seen some of Ding Fan's power, but witnessing his display this time was utterly astounding.

He Qianyao knew that if she hadn't seen this scene of Ding Fan with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that a fellow Nascent Soul Stage cultivator could kill another in one move. It was something not many would believe, yet Ding Fan did it!

How could that not shock her?

Amidst her shock at Ding Fan, He Qianyao also felt immense satisfaction, as the Wild Wolf Gang disciples truly deserved it. Not to mention the blood feud between her sect and theirs, but the fact that an entire village of innocent people was killed by them, and the suffering of the village girls was all thanks to them. These vile cultivators deserved to die!

He Qianyao wanted to help Ding Fan, eager to personally slay these beasts to appease her grudge.

But just as He Qianyao was about to take action, all of the more than a dozen cultivators on the other side had been slaughtered by Ding Fan in less than three minutes, with none surviving.

At this moment, as Ding Fan looked at the corpses sprawled across the ground, a hint of disdain appeared on his face. Clearly, killing these cultivators gave him immense satisfaction, as they deserved to die! One must know that the innocent villagers were living well, living peacefully, but because of them, they were killed without reason, no different than beasts.

Additionally, Ding Fan knew that if Ye Ningbing and others hadn't discovered their presence in advance and escaped, who knows if Ye Ningbing and the others would be alive or dead now!

Against such cultivators, Ding Fan knew they must be exterminated, with no negotiations possible.

At this moment, He Qianyao came to Ding Fan's side, looked at him, and with great satisfaction said:

"Well killed!"

Hearing He Qianyao's words, Ding Fan nodded without saying anything. He didn't even glance at the dead cultivators on the ground, and walked into the sect.

Upon entering the sect, what met his eyes were the corpses of disciples from the Dayang Sect. Every few steps, there was a body. Seeing this scene, Ding Fan couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly, a wave of sadness washed over him. Just a few days ago, this place was still peaceful and harmonious, the best place for cultivation, the dreamland for many cultivators to enter. Yet now, the Dayang Sect had turned into this state.

Everything was gone. The path Ding Fan often walked was once so serene and familiar, but now it was stained with blood, the blood of Dayang Sect disciples everywhere.

Ding Fan's heart was heavy, and beside him, He Qianyao couldn't help but shed tears at the sight of the sect's interior. A deep sense of sorrow enveloped her. For Ding Fan, this might have been a good, beautiful place for cultivation, memories with his brother Wang Hu, accompanied by constant daily training. But for He Qianyao, this was her entire memory.

The Dayang Sect was her home. The people here were not just her senior and junior brothers and sisters, but also many family members, including her father. Yet, now they all no longer existed.

Tears trickled down He Qianyao's face from time to time.

"Let's give them a proper burial."

Ding Fan then looked at He Qianyao and spoke sincerely. He knew that many senior and junior brothers, and so many elders had died protecting him. Ding Fan believed if it wasn't for him, these people still had the ability to protect themselves.

"Okay..."

He Qianyao heard Ding Fan's words, then softly agreed, and together with Ding Fan, they began to bury the scattered bodies of the Dayang Sect disciples.

Ding Fan then began to carefully drag each body of the Dayang Sect disciples to a certain place. He Qianyao couldn't help but feel a touch of emotion upon seeing Ding Fan carefully handling the bodies of the sect disciples. Evidently, her father hadn't misjudged him. Ding Fan, not only possessing astonishing talent in cultivation, was also reliable. Knowing that at this moment, the Wild Wolf Gang was desperately searching for Ding Fan, trying everything to kill him, He Qianyao was deeply astonished that Ding Fan had returned once again to the Dayang Sect.

And he had come to bury these bodies, an evidently time-consuming task. She was very clear in her heart that every extra moment Ding Fan stayed in this place added to the danger.

After all, this was under the enemy's nose. But He Qianyao, looking into Ding Fan's determined eyes, knew he did it not for others, but for his own conscience. Clearly, he was someone who understood gratitude.

He Qianyao then followed Ding Fan to move the fallen bodies of Dayang Sect disciples together. Every time she saw a familiar face, tears would involuntarily fall from her eyes.

Ding Fan felt the same, seeing faces of senior and junior brothers he often saw, especially the elders who died protecting him, a wave of guilt surged in his heart. Ding Fan didn't even know their names, but they cared not for these things, willingly die for him, for the Dayang Sect. This spirit filled Ding Fan with admiration and moved him deeply.

Ding Fan believed this was the true heritage of a century-old sect, the strongest aspect, a steadfast belief in the heart of every Dayang Sect member. Dying for the Dayang Sect was a worthy cause!

After a while, Ding Fan, filled with sincere prayer, dug a large pit, and carefully placed the disciples' bodies into it one by one. After placing these disciples in, Ding Fan continued to move more bodies, as evidently there were far more disciples from the Dayang Sect who had perished.

When Ding Fan came upon one particular body, he couldn't help but halt his actions, his expression turning heavier with grief.

The corpse belonged to a chubby elder, the one who had taken a sword for Ding Fan.

Seeing the chubby elder's body, scenes from that time flooded back to Ding Fan's mind. Back then, he was already injured, facing a fierce strike from the enemy with barely any defensive ability. Yet at that moment, the chubby elder disregarded his own safety, forcibly withstanding the attack for him, and in the next instant, the chubby elder fell.

Thinking of this, Ding Fan's eyes welled with tears. The chubby elder had sacrificed his life without regard for his own. Ding Fan knew that with the elder's cultivation strength, he definitely had the ability to protect himself. Clearly, if it wasn't for Ding Fan, the elder would not have perished. It was the chubby elder who brought him into the Dayang Sect.

And told him to seek him anytime, a favor Ding Fan remembered well in his heart, never daring to forget even a bit.

"Elder Ru, rest assured. As long as I, Ding Fan, live, I will avenge you, will avenge the Dayang Sect. Today, I swear, I will never coexist with the Wild Wolf Gang! I will not live stooping low if I don't avenge this!"

Looking at the cold body of the chubby elder, Ding Fan spoke with resolute eyes. Ding Fan meant every word from the heart; the opponent had done so much for him. This revenge was a must, even if he knew his current strength was not formidable. But Ding Fan believed that the day he achieved great power wasn't far away, and then, for sure, it would be the downfall of the Wild Wolf Gang!

At this moment, He Qianyao, unknowingly, had also come to Ding Fan's side; evidently, she had witnessed his vow and tears began to well up as she looked at Elder Ru's body.

"Elder Ru was the kindest to me, taking care of me since I was a child... don't worry, I will definitely avenge you!"

With tears in her eyes, He Qianyao spoke with great determination.

Seeing He Qianyao at this moment, Ding Fan spoke with a somber tone:

"Elder Ru was very kind to me too. Rest in peace, Elder Ru..."