At this moment, the three middle-aged men were startled when they heard Ding Fan's voice. Clearly, they hadn't expected someone to appear so close behind them without them noticing at all, and cold sweat trickled down their backs.

The middle-aged man quickly turned his head, filled with vigilance and a murderous look in his eyes as he stared at Ding Fan, speaking coldly:

"Who are you? Following us like this. Do you want to die?"

Ding Fan heard the man's words and stood there motionless, his face indifferent, not even a muscle twitching. Ding Fan's eyes were as cold and deep as an unfathomable pond, viewing the opponents with equal murderous intent, but Ding Fan was clearly not in a hurry to act. He had already assessed the strength of the three; the strongest was the middle-aged man, but he was merely a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Late Stage. The other two ordinary cultivators of the Wild Wolf Gang were just at the Nascent Soul Late Stage.

For Ding Fan, their cultivation levels posed no threat; he could easily kill them. However, Ding Fan didn't rush to do so because he hadn't yet asked what he wanted to know, so he couldn't hastily kill them.

The tall and skinny disciple of the Wild Wolf Gang saw Ding Fan staying silent, completely disregarding the senior steward's words, feeling a surge of anger in his heart. He drew his longsword without a word and stabbed towards Ding Fan!

Whoosh!

Whoosh! Ah...

Seeing the tall skinny man fiercely stab at him with a sword, Ding Fan didn't hesitate, merely releasing a Wind Blade, accompanied by a scream, the tall skinny cultivator was cut in half at the waist and was undoubtedly dead!

At this moment, the middle-aged man and the remaining ordinary disciple of the Wild Wolf Gang took a sharp breath, evidently surprised that Ding Fan, without saying a word, had directly used a Wind Blade to kill the tall skinny cultivator so cleanly and thoroughly, clearly solving it with just one move.

The middle-aged man's heart was shocked! He had long since discovered that the opponent was merely a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator. Though that tall skinny subordinate wasn't a match, the rash attack was suicidal, followed by the middle-aged man's cold, emotionless glance at the corpse, and a very wary gaze at Ding Fan.

The middle-aged man understood that the opponent was merely a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator, yet could use just a Wind Blade to swiftly kill a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator. This was bizarre as the opponent hadn't participated in the past Dayang Sect battlefield, thus didn't recognize Ding Fan, nor had seen him, but the middle-aged man had evidently watched the Great Alchemy Competition.

Initially, the middle-aged man thought Ding Fan looked familiar, but couldn't recall where he had seen him, but quickly remembered the opponent was the champion Ding Lin of the Great Alchemy Competition, thus speaking with a little more courtesy:

"I know you, you're Ding Lin. Since you are the champion of the Great Alchemy Competition, why so restless to meddle in our affairs?"

Ding Fan couldn't help but coldly laugh, then spoke somewhat chilly:

"You don't know me! You should know I'm not just called Ding Lin, I have another name you must have heard!"

"Hmm?"

The middle-aged man frowned, puzzled, feeling certain this was indeed Ding Lin, but what other name did the opponent have?

"Listen well! My true name is Ding Fan! I'm Ding Fan, having an irreconcilable feud with your Wild Wolf Gang!"

Ding Fan looked at the opponent with a face full of resentment, clearly having overheard the previous conversation. Thinking of his fellow sect brothers suffering under the Wild Wolf Gang's control, Ding Fan felt deeply distressed, and his anger towards the Wild Wolf Gang was beyond words.

Ah!

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man looked at Ding Fan's expression, clearly without joking, assuredly Ding Fan. That young cultivator who escaped from the Dayang Sect alone, the rumors had it Ding Fan wiped out several sects overnight! Ding Fan's strength was beyond question. Recalling how easily Ding Fan killed the tall skinny cultivator, the middle-aged man knew a mere Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator couldn't achieve this.

But now knowing Ding Fan, it all made sense! The middle-aged man knew the Wild Wolf Gang leader had ordered that any sect stewards, elders, or cultivators encountering Ding Fan must kill him without hesitation! If regular disciples encountered Ding Fan, they were to immediately contact the sect while fleeing, clearly indicating Ding Fan's extraordinary power.

At this moment, the middle-aged man scrutinized Ding Fan. If the person was indeed Ding Fan, the middle-aged man feared that even the elders within the sect might not be Ding Fan's opponents. After all, Ding Fan had slain a cultivator at the Late Nascent Soul Stage with such calmness, a feat that clearly only cultivators at the Divine Transformation stage could achieve. At this moment, though, the middle-aged man could tell that Ding Fan's cultivation was merely at the Nascent Soul Early Stage.

Yet, the middle-aged man's heart was evidently very wary of Ding Fan because he knew that Ding Fan's strength definitely wasn't just that of the Nascent Soul Early Stage; otherwise, he wouldn't have been Ding Fan.

However, being a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator, the middle-aged man was obviously wary but not much afraid of facing Ding Fan. After all, Ding Fan was just a young man in his early twenties. Even if he was Ding Fan, it was no big deal. The middle-aged man then looked at Ding Fan with disdain and said:

"Ding Fan, I advise you to leave immediately! There are quite a few of our disciples in Dancheng, and you won't be my opponent. If you leave now, I might consider letting you off!"

Obviously, the middle-aged man spoke to Ding Fan very politely, which showed that he lacked confidence.

Ding Fan looked at him and sneered inwardly, then said calmly:

"First, tell me where the Great Wilderness Mountain is, and whether all the disciples of the Dayang Sect are being held there! If you answer truthfully, I might consider sparing your life!"

The Wild Wolf Gang disciple beside the middle-aged man was infuriated by Ding Fan's words but dared not say a word. It was evident that Ding Fan's strength was extraordinary, as his companion had been killed by a mere Wind Blade. Speaking rashly would clearly place him in peril, and he realized the Senior Steward beside him wouldn't care about his survival.

Therefore, he would have to rely on himself to survive.

The middle-aged man's face darkened upon hearing Ding Fan's words, looking at Ding Fan with a hint of disdain.

"Even if you're that powerful, you're still no match for me!"

"Very well! Then take my punch first!"

With that, Ding Fan launched a punch directly at the middle-aged man, causing a roaring sound as it soared through the air with a chilling force.

The middle-aged man was startled by this display; Ding Fan's fist was evidently no trivial matter. Not only was it remarkably fast, but waves of extreme cold accompanied it. In a panic, he had to draw his longsword and slash at Ding Fan, showcasing a sword speed that surpassed common cultivators. The middle-aged man had endured countless hardships to master his swordsmanship.

He had even practiced swordsmanship while standing on his head. His skill had reached a point where even an Elder of the Wild Wolf Gang would exercise caution against Gao Feng's sword. Furthermore, among cultivators of the same level, Gao Feng had yet to encounter anyone with superior sword skills. Thus, he was able to make a counterattack against Ding Fan's preemptive strike.

Ding Fan was surprised to see this, not expecting his opponent's sword to be so swift. Ding Fan had immense confidence in his Fist Technique, and very few could rival him in it due to its strange moves and unmatched speed, both of which were formidable to ordinary cultivators.

Yet he hadn't anticipated that his opponent's sword could be faster than his Fist Technique, an astonishing fact!

Nevertheless, Ding Fan chose not to retreat. With a few adjustments to his Fist Technique and evasive maneuvers, he once again sent his fist toward his opponent's vital spot. As the middle-aged man's longsword neared Ding Fan, he was about to feel triumphant when suddenly, Ding Fan's fist changed direction, attacking his side, leaving him shocked.

But avoidance was no longer possible; the middle-aged man knew he couldn't dodge Ding Fan's punch, yet Ding Fan would find it impossible to evade his longsword. Since he was using a sword, he believed he would merely take a punch, but Ding Fan would pay a heavy price. His sword couldn't be blocked easily, not even by a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Late Stage.

The middle-aged man realized he would have to endure one punch at most. Being a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator, it wouldn't be fatal. Successfully killing Ding Fan would earn him great merit within his sect since even the leader wanted him dead, and he was on the wanted notice among all sect disciples!

Gao Feng, the middle-aged man, was at the Nascent Soul Late Stage and was striving to advance to the Divine Transformation stage, which was difficult. After attempting for two years without success, he knew slaying Ding Fan would earn significant rewards, facilitating his breakthrough to the Divine Transformation stage. Resolute, he gathered his True Qi to brace himself for Ding Fan's punch while fiercely thrusting his sword toward Ding Fan.

But in the next moment, the middle-aged man was dumbfounded; his swordsmanship, so exceptionally fast, was evaded by Ding Fan with a slight sidestep, and his longsword merely pierced through Ding Fan's clothes.

This was beyond Gao Feng's expectations. Such breathtaking speed and yet Ding Fan managed to evade! Truly formidable!