Boom!
The montum of two fists collided fiercely, producing a muffled sound that echoed around.
Step! Step! Step!
ng Zihao staggered back three steps, his hand throbbing with pain and a look of shock on his face. No matter what, he couldn't believe the opponent could block his punch.
And even caused him to get injured!
How was this possible?
He was at the Early Nascent Soul Stage, while the opponent was rely a cultivator in the Fetal Breathing period, a whole level apart!
Logically, his punch should have completely destroyed a Fetal Breathing period cultivator.
But how could this be?
ng Zihao stared at his opponent in disbelief. Just a few days ago, he was a re ant crushed by others, and now he could match punches and even injure him?
What the hell was going on?
The five surrounding Fetal Breathing cultivators watching this scene were in shock as well. ng Zihao was a Nascent Soul Period cultivator, and yet the opponent was still standing after his punch!
Is this kid truly at the Fetal Breathing cultivation level?
Five against one, and yet they managed to take down two!
Dueling with a Nascent Soul Period cultivator, and still standing!
The crowd's eyes were filled with astonishnt as they stared at Wang Hu, wondering what kind of freak he was.
At this mont, Wang Hu also retreated several steps, involuntarily spitting out a mouthful of blood, struggling to remain standing, with a look of horror on his face.
If only he were more adept in his cultivation, if his elder brother were here, this punch would have surely forced the opponent back.
No help for it; his cultivation ti was still too short. If he had another month, he believed he wouldn't be so embarrassing.
Unfortunately, he was already out of ti.
"Stop just standing around! Get up and take him down together!"
ng Zihao barked angrily at the cultivators, his face dark. His hand was injured now; even though he could still take down the opponent, it clearly wouldn't be as easy.
His anger was boiling over; to think that as a dignified Nascent Soul Period cultivator, he was wounded by a re Fetal Breathing stage kid, was nothing short of a slap all over his face!
Hearing ng Zihao's words, the Fetal Breathing cultivators put away their shock and charged at Wang Hu with their weapons out.
ng Zihao, watching them charge at the opponent, felt uneasy, afraid of any unforeseen events. He also took out a longsword and charged at Wang Hu.
ng Zihao never thought it would be so troubleso dealing with just one of Ding Fan's n today. It was infuriating.
Wang Hu struggled with all his might against the oncoming attacks, but in no ti, he was firmly bound to a large tree with several thick ropes by his opponents.
"Search!"
ng Zihao ordered one of the Fetal Breathing cultivators, glaring malevolently at Wang Hu, who was tied and struggling yet stood motionless.
The cultivator ticulously searched Wang Hu and soon removed a Space Ring from his finger, handing it over to ng Zihao.
Upon discovering a large number of Spirit Stones in the Space Ring, ng Zihao couldn't help but flash a lecherous smile. But as he continued to inspect Wang Hu's Space Ring, his face darkened again after finding nothing but a mass of Spirit Stones and no rare treasures.
ng Zihao then approached Wang Hu, wearing a cold, sinister expression, asking:
"Where is the treasure?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Hu suddenly burst out laughing, and said smugly:
"I've hidden the treasure; I won't tell you!"
ng Zihao stared at him, his hatred forcing him to grind his teeth, and then he punched Wang Hu's body in anger.
Bang!
Plop…
Wang Hu spat out another mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with resentnt towards ng Zihao, determined not to reveal that the treasure was with his elder brother even if it ant his death.
Wang Hu, though simple-minded, was not foolish. He understood that while his elder brother could definitely handle this guy, if news about the treasure got out, it would surely bring disaster upon his elder brother. Even if it ant his own death, he would never betray his elder brother!
"Still not saying?"
ng Zihao looked at Wang Hu's bloodied face with an icy, mockery-filled gaze.
"Pah!"
Wang Hu spat a mouthful of blood directly onto ng Zihao's face and resolutely said:
"Kill if you dare, I still won't tell!"
ng Zihao, enraged at being spat upon, glared viciously at Wang Hu and shouted at the Fetal Breathing cultivators behind him:
"Beat him until he talks!"
Bam!
ng Zihao punched Wang Hu forcefully again, ranting cruelly and arrogantly:
"You'll speak sooner or later!"
The Fetal Breathing cultivators picked up wooden sticks and approached Wang Hu.
...
anwhile, Ding Fan continued his cultivation in his room, extending his Divine Sense to scan the surroundings, noticing that Wang Hu hadn't returned today.
Ding Fan couldn't help but frown slightly, as he knew so of Wang Hu's routines. Usually, Wang Hu would have returned to the store by now, but he still hadn't co back.
Feeling a bit uneasy, Ding Fan walked straight out the door towards the direction where Wang Hu usually jogged...
...
At this ti, a group of Nascent Breath Stage cultivators were brutally beating Wang Hu, who was tied to a tree. Blood was continuously flowing from the corners of Wang Hu's mouth, and his eye corner was cracked, his body covered with bruises of blue and purple.
ng Zihao looked at Wang Hu with a smug expression and walked over.
"Will you talk now?"
Upon hearing the question, Wang Hu turned his face away, looking in another direction with a firm and resolute expression.
Even if he died at the hands of his opponents, he would never betray his big brother!
Wang Hu clearly knew that if he compromised even a little and told them that the Red Rock Celestial Stone was with Ding Fan, it would attract many powerful figures to covet his big brother, ultimately leading to his downfall!
Betraying his big brother was sothing Wang Hu would never do!
He would rather die!
ng Zihao, seeing Wang Hu's expression of facing death fearlessly, grew extrely angry. The Nascent Breath Stage cultivators had beaten Wang Hu to exhaustion.
Yet he refused to utter a single word!
ng Zihao was almost certain that Wang Hu's rapid increase in strength must be thanks to that treasure.
Clearly, that treasure was anything but ordinary.
Just then, ng Zihao's eyes shifted, and he spoke to Wang Hu in a seemingly amiable and sympathetic tone:
"Junior Brother Wang Hu, why are you doing this to yourself? How about this, let's compromise and you tell what treasure you all obtained?"
"Hmph!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Hu sneered and said with a slight smile:
"In your dreams, I won't tell you anything!"
Though Wang Hu didn't know what trick the other party was playing, he knew that as long as he said nothing, there was nothing the opponent could do to him.
"Fine... fine! Wang Hu, you really think I don't dare to kill you?"
ng Zihao glared at him with a sinister and vengeful gaze, speaking venomously.
"Hmph! Go ahead and kill if you have the guts!"
Wang Hu snorted coldly, his eyes filled with resentnt and hate as he glared at the other.
"Alright, alright, alright! Rest assured, I'll make sure you die a miserable death, but first I'm going to cripple all your cultivation and completely destroy your dantian!"
"You..."
Upon hearing this, Wang Hu looked at him with resentnt, thinking that if there was a chance in the next life, he would definitely kill this beast!
Swish!
ng Zihao drew his longsword from his waist, waving it near Wang Hu's hands and feet, intending to slowly cripple Wang Hu's cultivation, making him wish for death!
Wang Hu gritted his teeth, ready for anything, because he was willing to die for his big brother!
Just as ng Zihao's sword was about to sever Wang Hu's wrist tendons,
Wang Hu closed his eyes, knowing what was to co next.
But at that precise mont.
Whoosh!
A Wind Blade suddenly slashed towards ng Zihao.
Ah...
A scream echoed as a huge gash appeared on ng Zihao's body.
Everyone around was shocked to see what happened. Before they could identify who delivered the strike, ng Zihao had already been slashed open.
A figure erged in the sight of everyone; who else but Ding Fan!
Seeing Wang Hu tied to the tree, Ding Fan's face was filled with anger. He quickly dispatched several Wind Blades to cut the ropes around Wang Hu.
Wang Hu felt the bindings loosen, then his body went limp and he collapsed, but before hitting the ground, Ding Fan caught him onto his shoulder with one hand.
Ding Fan half-carried Wang Hu, facing the crowd with a look of indignation.
So of the Nascent Breath Stage cultivators recognized Ding Fan, although they apparently hadn't had direct contact with him before. Seeing that Ding Fan's True Qi aura seed quite weak, they charged at him.
"All together, kill him!"
One of the Nascent Breath Stage cultivators shouted, and the others followed suit, charging forward.
Seeing them rushing towards him, Ding Fan's face unconsciously showed a cold smile. He flicked his hands, releasing streams of Wind Blades, and said coldly:
"Exactly how you hit my brother, now repay in kind!"
The Wind Blades slashed directly at the cultivators' bodies, and in just monts, they all fell in agony, wailing as they collapsed one by one.
Looking down at their bodies, they all found huge slashes bleeding profusely.
Witnessing this scene, ng Zihao was in utter shock, never expecting Ding Fan to find this place and be so formidable. It was his first direct encounter with Ding Fan, and the long gash left was unforgettable!
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