Top-tier Unruly Master
Chapter 1198 - 1235: A Skinny Camel Is Still Bigger Than a Horse
Immediately, Ding Fan stepped in front of the blue-robed youth, releasing a Wind Blade that instantly took the opponent's life.
Seeing this, the blue-robed youth's face filled with disbelief. The opponent had actually killed Senior Brother Fang! It was somewhat too incredible! At this moment, the crowd looked at Ding Fan, showing a hint of fear, realizing that since Steward Fang was easily slain, there was no need to mention themselves.
The blue-robed group quickly attempted to flee, but a figure already blocked their path—it was none other than He Qianyao.
"Trying to leave so soon? Isn't it a bit too late now!"
Hearing He Qianyao's voice, the crowd couldn't help but tremble with anxiety, clearly not expecting their escape route to be intercepted. Evidently, it was a bit too late to escape now.
Suddenly, just as the blue-robed group was about to fight desperately against Ding Fan and He Qianyao, a voice rang out.
"Running away? That's not the style of the Four Seas Sect!"
The blue-robed group heard the voice, promptly looking towards its source. A middle-aged man in a gray robe was gazing over here and slowly walking in their direction.
Seeing the middle-aged man, the blue-robed group instantly felt as if they had found their backbone, quickly running to his side and respectfully said:
"Greetings, Elder Chang!"
"Greetings, Elder Chang!"
"…
"Elder Chang, it's those two who killed Steward Fang!"
One of the blue-robed men angrily glared at Ding Fan and He Qianyao, speaking to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man heard the remark, his gaze sharpening towards Ding Fan, sizing him up before smiling disdainfully and saying:
"Daring to kill our Four Seas Sect's steward is seeking death!"
Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, the blue-robed group revealed a sinister smile on their faces. They looked at Ding Fan and the others with venomous eyes, as if they were watching someone doomed.
Apparently, the blue-robed disciples of the Four Seas Sect had complete confidence in the middle-aged man, knowing his cultivation was at the Nascent Soul Mid Stage, an unquestionably formidable presence. Don't mention Ding Fan, a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, even among sect elders, few are capable of challenging Elder Chang.
At this moment, Ding Fan looked at the middle-aged man in gray, smiling slightly at the comments made by the group. He couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.
"An elder of the Four Seas Sect? Your sect's elders are indeed young! Hehe…"
Ding Fan smiled mockingly at the middle-aged man. Judging by his age, it was clear that compared to the elders of the Dayang Sect, he was truly too young, evidently a flaw of some small sects. In established sects, the elders are often formidable and aged, as cultivators generally gain more power over time and age with increased cultivation.
Some smaller sects have just been founded a few years ago, some even just months, resulting in young elders with not particularly strong cultivation.
Although Ding Fan knew that He Zenfen wasn't very old, his power was extremely formidable. But Ding Fan realized few in this world could be like He Zenfen. Being the sect leader of Dayang Sect was evidently no easy feat.
However, the person before Ding Fan now was merely at Nascent Soul Mid Stage, not even reaching that level, obviously showcasing this average talent. Such a cultivator could at best serve as a steward in the Dayang Sect.
The strength and age among sect elders reveal the sect's true might.
Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, the middle-aged man in gray clearly recognized the mockery. Truly a sharp-tongued fellow!
The surrounding blue-robed disciples also heard Ding Fan's words; they clearly understood the mockery within his comments. Many of them burned with anger, glaring at Ding Fan with evident resentment.
Yet, many blue-robed disciples looked at Ding Fan gloatingly; this ignorant fellow actually dared to speak such words, clearly provoking Elder Chang. At that moment, Ding Fan might not even know how he would meet his end!
"Hmph! Elder Chang is at Nascent Soul Mid Stage; handling such a small Nascent Soul Stage cultivator is simply child's play. That guy will die miserably soon!"
"Right, even if our sect was established somewhat recently, it clearly still exists. Their sect may have a long history, but so what? Isn't it still gone, no longer existing now?"
"Laughably tragic, boasting about a deceased sect when facing death. Utterly pitiful!"
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The blue-robed youth showed a disdainful expression, discussing Ding Fan.
Clearly, the arrival of the gray-robed middle-aged man emboldened these blue-robed youths. No wonder, considering his cultivation was at Nascent Soul Early Stage, dealing with a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator was clearly without any suspense. In the Cultivation World, not just within a level but the gap between the Emergence Stage and Nascent Soul Stage was massively wide, even the disparity between early to mid-stages was enormous.
Thinking of facing battles across levels was unnecessary; more so when there's a tier difference, the outcome was evidently predictable.
He Qianyao at this moment also heard Ding Fan's words, and naturally agreed with him. Although the Dayang Sect has fallen, it is still not something that any small fry can provoke. The disciples of the Dayang Sect are still formidable.
However, He Qianyao also had a slight worry at this time. Obviously, the opponent's Emergence Stage cultivation was out of her league; she clearly wasn't a match. Even though Ding Fan was present, his Late Nascent Soul Stage prowess was a substantial gap compared to the opponent.
Clearly, He Qianyao was extremely worried.
"Then let me see just how powerful your Dayang Sect truly is!"
The gray-robed middle-aged man coldly and disdainfully said and then launched strikes, the sound of wind rustling. His fists began surging toward Ding Fan.
Ding Fan saw this scene and became interested, amused that the opponent wanted a fist technique duel, which Ding Fan favored greatly. He wanted to see how his stele technique compared to others, and then his figure swiftly moved, launching strikes back at the middle-aged man.
At this moment, a group of blue-clad youths couldn't help but smile playfully.
"Engaging in a fist technique duel with Elder Zhang is tantamount to suicide!"
"Elder Chang's fist technique is mighty; once, he reportedly killed a Sixth Grade Yuan Beast with it, a feat few can compare to!"
"This kid really doesn't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth; whether or not he survives, he'll surely become crippled!"
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For a time, many blue-clad youths began discussing, their faces filled with disdain as they stared at Ding Fan, evidently having guessed his outcome.
He Qianyao, witnessing Ding Fan, was exceedingly tense; while she had seen Ding Fan's formidable technique, the opponent was an Emergence Stage cultivator with far higher cultivation than Ding Fan. Wasn't Ding Fan being a bit reckless with this head-on clash?
As He Qianyao anxiously watched, the fists collided with a thunderous boom.
Boom...
A sudden surge of energy waves spread, dust flying.
Ding Fan retreated several steps persistently but struggled to maintain his stance, an exhausted expression on his face as he gazed at the opponent.
The middle-aged man also retreated several steps, visibly shocked, having underestimated the opponent's resilience, still standing while he was forced back. He was astonished by the opponent's fist's potency.
Although his cultivation surpassed, being only Nascent Soul Stage, the opponent faced his strikes unfazed, which was absurd.
During their encounter, the middle-aged man noticed the opponent's technique's peculiarity, understanding the nature of their Nascent Soul Stage prowess. If they could hold their own in this duel, clearly, their technique was quite extraordinary.
Yet, despite his surprise, he hadn't been inferior, only drawing evenly. He had exerted merely eighty percent of his power; the Nascent Soul Stage youth was still too inexperienced to contend!
At this point, witnessing Ding Fan, He Qianyao was astounded. Unbelievably, Ding Fan absorbed the attack without disadvantage; how extraordinary!
After all, Ding Fan's cultivation was only at Nascent Soul Stage!
To equally duel with an Emergence Stage cultivator was phenomenal!
The surrounding blue-clad youths were equally astonished, not expecting the opponent to withstand Elder Chang's attack—this was almost absurd.
Considering Elder Chang's technique wasn't ordinary, a Nascent Soul Stage youth facing it was perplexing. Even Emergence Stage cultivators faced Elder Chang's strike cautiously; how could the opponent endure it, causing Elder Chang to retreat several steps? Was the youth gaining an advantage?
Evidently, the complexity of the battle between the middle-aged man and Ding Fan was elusive to the shocked blue-clad youths.
Inner circle sees the path, outer circle sees the commotion.
The blue-clad youths, seeing Elder Chang forced back, knew this was no ordinary feat.
Could the Dayang Sect be this impressive? A single disciple from the fallen sect rendered a sect elder powerless—this was overly exaggerated!
Dayang Sect so powerful?
Many blue-clad cultivators pondered this internally, insecurity gripping them.
Ding Fan, observing their expressions, seemed to understand their thoughts, finding it amusing. The Dayang Sect far surpassed any minor sect, even in its ruins.
Besides his amusement, Ding Fan felt a streak of prudence, realizing he hadn't fared well in the recent clash.