The middle-aged man couldn't believe that he died at the hands of a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, even in his final moments. It was truly a disgrace. How could the opponent's longsword be so formidable that he couldn't defend against it? Even though he was ambushed, a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator shouldn't have been this intimidating. He was at the Nascent Soul Mid Stage; why couldn't he defend?

The middle-aged man didn't have time to ponder this issue before his eyes closed and he passed away with resentment.

Seeing this scene, the blue-clad crowd was utterly shocked, almost unable to believe their eyes. Elder Chang was actually slain by the opponent! It was too incredible!

To understand, Elder Chang is Nascent Soul Mid Stage in cultivation, while the opponent is merely Nascent Soul Stage, yet he was slain by the opponent. It's really too unbelievable!

To know that Elder Chang holds a pivotal position in the sect, not to mention that Nascent Soul Stage cultivators are no match for him, even among the Nascent Soul Stage elders, few are his opponents. And now, Elder Chang died at the hands of a Nascent Soul disciple of the Dayang Sect, it's simply laughable to tell!

"How is this possible? That kid actually killed Elder Chang!"

...

For a moment, the blue-clad young boy kept stuttering in astonishment, clearly this reality was too sudden for them.

At this moment, everyone looked at Ding Fan with obvious fear, feeling quite clueless.

He Qianyao also witnessed Ding Fan slaying the middle-aged man, her face filled with shock. She really didn't expect that not only did Ding Fan withstand the opponent, but even managed to kill him. It's truly unbelievable!

He Qianyao somewhat understood Ding Fan's capabilities; previously, Ding Fan definitely couldn't defeat a Nascent Soul Mid Stage cultivator. But in just a few days, Ding Fan accomplished it. This growth speed is too terrifying!

For a moment, He Qianyao stared at Ding Fan, her eyes brimming with astonishment. Now she truly understood her father's intention, such a disciple from the Dayang Sect is indeed outstanding, almost like a demonic genius.

Actually slaying a Nascent Soul Mid Stage cultivator, it's something unimaginable. At this moment, He Qianyao looked at Ding Fan, completely shocked, not knowing what to say.

At this moment, Ding Fan walked to the middle-aged man's corpse, picked up the flying sword, and without looking at the deceased middle-aged man on the ground, he put the flying sword directly into the space ring. Ding Fan looked at the flying sword, evidently very satisfied in his heart.

Ding Fan knew that the flying sword was indispensable in his ability to slay the opponent. Ding Fan knew that without this flying sword crafted from Divine Iron, trying to slay the opponent with one strike would be quite difficult, at most severely injuring the opponent. But after using the flying sword, the result was clear.

This flying sword isn't something ordinary cultivators can withstand. Ding Fan knew long ago the preciousness of Divine Iron and knew that a Flying sword crafted from it wouldn't be inferior. But today's battle allowed Ding Fan to truly understand the power of this flying sword. Ding Fan was convinced that ordinary Nascent Soul Stage cultivators couldn't resist his flying sword.

Understanding that this flying sword is what He Zenfen left him at the end, it was undoubtedly not an ordinary item. Having witnessed the flying sword's power now, Ding Fan even felt that he somewhat underestimated this flying sword crafted from Divine Iron.

Then, Ding Fan walked towards the group of blue-clad youths, clearly ready to settle with them now.

"It's your turn."

Ding Fan slowly walked toward the crowd of blue-clad youths. For these disciples of the Four Seas Sect wearing blue clothes, Ding Fan's arrival was like facing a terrifying demon. Apparently, Ding Fan was about to handle them next.

"Senior, we were wrong, we'll never dare again..."

"Yes, yes, senior, we are guilty beyond redemption, we deserve death, please spare us..."

"We didn't recognize the mountain in front of us, hoping you won't be picky over our mistakes..."

...

In an instant, several blue-clad youths knelt before Ding Fan, pleading humbly and pitifully. At this moment, other blue-clad youths also knelt before Ding Fan, clearly having abandoned all thoughts of sect dignity or personal pride.

Now, their only thought was to survive. Facing Ding Fan, clearly even Elder Chang died under his hand, they were unquestionably doomed.

"Please spare us, it was that fool who dared to offend you, he deserved to die!"

"Yes, yes, that Chang fellow, he deserved to die! Dayang Sect mighty!"

"Dayang Sect mighty! Dayang Sect mighty..."

...

At this moment, some blue-clad youths even began to curse the previous middle-aged man, some betrayed the sect seeking survival, shamelessly. Some even began shouting Dayang Sect's might...

Ding Fan coldly looked at the Four Seas Sect disciples kneeling before him, their shameless faces disgusting him terribly.

"Since you've mentioned the Dayang Sect, let's discuss the Dayang Sect. So many disciples of the Dayang Sect have perished here, thanks to you. How do you propose we settle this account?"

Hearing Ding Fan's words, a group of Four Seas Sect disciples in blue couldn't help but turn pale, clearly realizing that Ding Fan had no intention of sparing them.

Ding Fan wouldn't give the opponent any chances. Immediately, a barrage of Wind Blades were unleashed, accompanied by continuous cries of agony.

Ah...

A few blue-clad men tried to resist, but they were slain by Ding Fan's second move.

Moments later, Ding Fan had cleaned up this disgusting group.

He Qianyao watched the scene orchestrated by Ding Fan and had no opportunity to intervene. Seeing the cultivators slaughtered by Ding Fan, He Qianyao was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. The Dayang Sect had been eradicated, her family and father no longer existed.

Witnessing Ding Fan's actions, He Qianyao realized her father's decisions were justified. Clearly, Ding Fan's strength was not to be underestimated, and his talent was undoubtedly undeniable. She knew that Ding Fan's previous abilities were not this formidable, but in just a few days, he could easily handle a Nascent Soul Mid Stage cultivator. It was simply impossible.

Normally, a cultivator wouldn't be able to achieve this. After all, Ding Fan's cultivation was merely at the Nascent Soul Stage, yet he could slay an Emergence Stage cultivator. That was something unimaginable!

Initially, He Qianyao had planned that if Ding Fan could hold off that Nascent Soul Mid Stage middle-aged man a bit longer, she could kill those Four Seas Sect disciples and then together with Ding Fan, slay that cultivator. But within just a few minutes, there was no need for her to take action—Ding Fan had already killed them all alone. What surprised her even more was that Ding Fan had also killed that Nascent Soul Mid Stage middle-aged man.

This was simply incredible!

How could an ordinary cultivator achieve this? It was evident that Ding Fan was no ordinary cultivator.

"Ding Fan, let's go quickly."

At this moment, He Qianyao approached Ding Fan and spoke anxiously. She knew this was no longer the Dayang Sect of old. It had been occupied by sects, becoming as perilous as a dragon's lair or tiger's den. She knew Ding Fan was powerful, but if stronger cultivators came, escape would be impossible.

He Qianyao knew her father had sacrificed his life to protect her and Ding Fan. If she carelessly died at the enemy's hands, there'd be no way to avenge the Dayang Sect and her father.

She knew Ding Fan understood this principle, but now Ding Fan looked at her calmly and said:

"No need to rush, there are no cultivators here anymore. Let's arrange the bodies of our seniors before we leave."

He Qianyao was stunned by Ding Fan's words. How did he know there were no other cultivators here? The Dayang Sect was an extremely dangerous place for them now, how could there be no cultivators?

But seeing Ding Fan's expression, which didn't seem deceitful, and trusting him deeply, He Qianyao hesitated for a moment before agreeing. Clearly, she also hoped to help bury the dead disciples of the Dayang Sect.

Soon, the two began moving the bodies of the Dayang Sect disciples while Ding Fan dug a large pit.

After some time, they had buried many of the Dayang Sect disciples. But the fallen disciples were numerous, and it took a long while for Ding Fan and He Qianyao to bury just under fifty of them. Ding Fan clearly knew they couldn't possibly bury them all.

However, Ding Fan didn't shirk responsibility. He obviously wanted to put forth maximum effort to bury as many disciples as possible.

Among them, many elders had rushed to their rescue and ultimately sacrificed themselves. Ding Fan gently laid soil over them, feeling immense sadness. Had they not received He Zenfen's sect master's orders, they might have escaped alive.

Yet, following the master's directive to rescue and escort him, they didn't hesitate or falter, willing to sacrifice themselves to protect him.

Ding Fan etched this gratitude into his heart. One day, I'll avenge you, and ensure the Dayang Sect won't just vanish from this world—I'll let the Dayang Sect shine brightly once more!

Now, seeing Ding Fan's gaze fixed on the dead elders, He Qianyao understood his thoughts and felt similarly saddened.

Suddenly, another group of cultivators appeared in Ding Fan's sight. It had been nearly two hours since the last Four Seas Sect disciples appeared. As expected, there weren't many enemy cultivators left here.

Seeing this new group, Ding Fan's eyes filled with hatred.

They were disciples of the Dayang Sect!

Enraged, Ding Fan wasn't alone. He Qianyao also seethed with anger upon seeing her sect's disciples, knowing these traitors had long ago followed the black-faced elder Meng Zongqing in betraying the sect.

Had there not been internal betrayal, the disaster befalling the Dayang Sect wouldn't have reached such extremes.