Although Ding Fan blocked the opponent's punch, he was aware that the opponent's strength was indeed not weak. It was clearly not easy to deal with a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Mid Stage.

However, Ding Fan did not lose heart. Even though his cultivation was slightly inferior to the opponent's, he still had many techniques at his disposal that had not yet been fully unleashed. Defeating the opponent might not be easy, but it wasn't impossible.

As for the grudge against the Dayang Sect, Ding Fan knew that although he wasn't yet strong enough to fully exact revenge by eliminating the Wild Wolf Gang and other sects, there was no reason not to seek vengeance when given the chance.

Ding Fan wasn't the only one seeking revenge. He Qianyao was even more determined to avenge her father and the Dayang Sect. However, she was clearly worried, as the Dayang Sect they were in had been destroyed by the enemy, and they were surrounded by foes. They had entered the tiger's den.

And He Qianyao wasn't sure if Ding Fan could defeat the opponent. Even if Ding Fan did win, it would take a long time, and if even more powerful enemies arrived, she would be doomed. Although He Qianyao wasn't afraid to die, her death would mean she could no longer avenge her father and the Dayang Sect.

Her father sacrificed himself to protect Ding Fan and her. If Ding Fan and she died here, it would be a betrayal of her father's and the Dayang Sect's sacrifices.

Moreover, whether Ding Fan could defeat the opponent was still very uncertain. The possibility seemed weak. He Qianyao wasn't doubting Ding Fan; she knew he was formidable and that he hadn't disappointed her father in entrusting him to escape.

He Qianyao had already seen Ding Fan's strength to some extent. Unfortunately, the opponent was too powerful. She admitted that Ding Fan was one of the most outstanding among the younger generation, but he now faced a middle-aged man and a Four Seas Sect elder.

No matter how capable Ding Fan was, He Qianyao found it hard to imagine Ding Fan defeating such an opponent.

She had already made up her mind. When Ding Fan's fight with the opponent reached its peak, the blue-clothed disciples would likely be most relaxed. Then she would strike and catch them off guard, and join forces with Ding Fan to slay the middle-aged man.

Though He Qianyao wasn't very confident about defeating the middle-aged man, it was her only option, and she could only pray that Ding Fan could hold his ground for a while.

At this moment, the middle-aged man's face turned fierce as he looked at Ding Fan, his aura soaring significantly. He then started swinging his fists, charging swiftly at Ding Fan.

Swish, swish, swish!

In an instant, Ding Fan saw the opponent's fists rushing towards him with much greater intensity than before, creating gusts of howling wind.

Ding Fan's eyes narrowed, and since it was time to go all out, he resolved to accompany the battle to the end!

Soon, Ding Fan's footsteps became elusive, as if he were stepping upon stars, making it impossible to track him, an extremely mysterious technique.

This movement technique was derived from the fist technique on the stele that Ding Fan had practiced.

Seeing Ding Fan like this, the middle-aged man showed a hint of astonishment; his fists were about to reach the opponent, yet Ding Fan suddenly dodge in a bizarre manner, clearly recognizing that going head-to-head with Punch Technique would be disastrous.

Ding Fan suddenly became nimble, while the middle-aged man frowned slightly. No matter how powerful his Punch Technique was, it was useless if he couldn't hit the opponent.

The middle-aged man's face became solemn, but he showed no sign of retreat.

"Since you want to compete in movement technique, let's play then!"

The middle-aged man chuckled coldly; it was ridiculous for a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator to challenge his techniques. As an Emergence Stage cultivator, his methods far surpassed those of Nascent Soul Stage cultivators.

Swish, swish, swish!

The middle-aged man accelerated unexpectedly, moving at a pace unknown before. Normally, he couldn't track Ding Fan's shadow, but now he consistently reached where Ding Fan was headed, arriving beside Ding Fan and launching fierce punches like a raging tiger.

The opponent's punches were ferocious, and seeing this, the blue-clothed youths among the crowd looked exceedingly proud.

"See how that kid dodges now; he's probably about to be slain directly!"

…

Seeing this, He Qianyao felt her heart leap to her throat. Ding Fan was in trouble; what should she do?

She started to feel anxious, not wanting to watch Ding Fan get beaten.

The middle-aged man was bewildered, knowing his punch was about to hit Ding Fan, a blow capable of killing even a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator.

Yet Ding Fan appeared calm, as if ready to face death, which seemed impossible…

His punch was about to hit Ding Fan, and Ding Fan smiled calmly, realizing there was no way to dodge, so there was no need to hide.

"Frost Toad, it's time to use your power!"

Ding Fan immediately launched a punch at the opponent, yet this punch was vastly different than before, surrounded by a faint layer of Cold Qi that instilled a bone-chilling cold even without proximity.

It was clearly Arctic Chill!

Boom...

Suddenly, the fists of both sides collided with a thunderous bang, resonating with echoing booms.

The onlookers were shocked, unable to believe that Ding Fan could unleash such a powerful offensive against his opponent; it was simply incredible.

But the most incredible part was yet to come. The middle-aged man was blasted tens of meters away by Ding Fan's punch, his face pallid, his body trembling uncontrollably, then he spat out a mouthful of blood, even with bits of ice within it.

The middle-aged man was utterly shocked, clearly realizing that the Arctic Chill within that punch was something he couldn't counter. The moment that Cold Qi touched him, he knew it was dire. That Arctic Chill was truly terrifying.

With a face full of astonishment and pain, the middle-aged man looked at Ding Fan, unable to believe that he possessed such Arctic Chill—it was simply unthinkable!

After all, the opponent was merely a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. From where did he acquire such formidable Arctic Chill? It was simply impressive!

No wonder the other side remained so calm at the time; it was truly careless of him. He should have realized long ago that this kid was no ordinary soul.

But it was too late now, as Ding Fan still stood there, evidently not having suffered much injury, whereas his own injuries were severe, clearly diminishing his strength considerably.

He Qianyao witnessed this scene, finding it hard to believe that Ding Fan actually struck the opponent until he vomited blood; it was simply incredible!

It wasn't just He Qianyao who was shocked; a group of blue-clad youths were equally stunned upon seeing this scene. Elder Chang was actually injured; how could this be possible?

After all, the opponent was merely a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator!

Ding Fan, unwavering, fixed his gaze on the middle-aged man; with his stance stabilized, he summoned a flying sword, hurling it toward the middle-aged man.

If he didn't kill him now, when would he?

Seeing Ding Fan rushing toward him, the middle-aged man's expression turned a shade graver, with a hint of disdain. Was he underestimating the difficulty of slaying a cultivator at the Emergence Stage?

As Ding Fan charged forward, the middle-aged man, with a cruel look, suddenly pulled a Sky-Rending Pearl from his bosom and fiercely threw it at Ding Fan at the right moment.

Heh! A Nascent Soul Stage cultivator trying to kill him—truly laughable.

This Sky-Rending Pearl is equivalent to the strongest strike of the Nascent Soul Early Stage. Let's see how you escape this time!

Seeing this move, Ding Fan's eyes narrowed instantly. With a swift turn, he hurled the flying sword he held directly at the opponent in the blink of an eye, as he swiftly bolted in the opposite direction, executing his movement technique to the extreme.

A gust of wind surged beneath his feet, and just as the Sky-Rending Pearl exploded, Ding Fan had already retreated dozens of meters.

Boom!

...

A massive explosion rang out as the Sky-Rending Pearl detonated abruptly, smoke billowing and momentum overwhelming.

The onlookers couldn't help but gasp in shock at the immense power of the explosion, with some blue-clad youths trembling slightly, clearly aware that facing the Sky-Rending Pearl would leave no chance of survival.

He Qianyao's heart skipped a beat at the scene, and Ding Fan's figure was enveloped by the thick smoke of the Sky-Rending Pearl.

He Qianyao knew very well how potent the Sky-Rending Pearl was, something Ding Fan couldn't possibly handle. Had Ding Fan truly been obliterated by it?

Just as He Qianyao was heartbrokenly convinced of Ding Fan's demise, suddenly, a figure dashed out from the dense smoke at a rapid pace.

It was Ding Fan!

"Ding Fan... he's still alive, thank goodness..."

He Qianyao was swept with excitement upon seeing Ding Fan emerge unexpectedly alive, thrilled at the fact.

As Ding Fan emerged, the middle-aged man was equally shocked. He hadn't expected Ding Fan to escape the Sky-Rending Pearl's explosion, but in the next moment, shock gave way to horror in his eyes as a pitch-black sword rapidly enlarged before him. The astonished middle-aged man never expected that, in such dire moments, Ding Fan could still thrust a venomous sword towards him.

The middle-aged man clearly hadn't anticipated this as he unleashed all his True Qi in a bid to block this fatal snake-like sword.

Could a single sword from a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator kill him? Impossible!

The middle-aged man thought confidently, but the next moment was unthinkable, unexpected, and filled him with regret.

A pitch-black sword smoothly pierced through his opponent's throat.