Ever since his rebirth, Ding Fan had been extrely wary of the firearms on Earth.
However, once he advanced to the Fourth Level of Qi Cultivation, Ding Fan wanted to test the power of firearms. Thus, even though he had noticed Jiu Jiao's motion to draw a gun earlier, Ding Fan simply pretended not to see it.
Bang... Jiu Jiao pulled out a pistol and fired a shot directly at Ding Fan's face.
The distance between Jiu Jiao and Ding Fan was less than ten ters, and it was a stealth attack. In Jiu Jiao's view, this shot would surely blow Ding Fan's head apart.
But what happened next stunned Jiu Jiao.
At that mont, Ding Fan extended two fingers and astonishingly caught the bullet between them!
Jiu Jiao began to doubt his own eyes—how could a human catch a bullet like that? That was insanely abnormal.
"You... you..." Jiu Jiao was so shocked he didn't even know what to say.
Ding Fan flicked the bullet caught between his fingers and a faint smile crossed his face. "Just a trifle...
Facing Ding Fan, Jiu Jiao felt a chill down his spine. In his eyes, Ding Fan was no longer human—how could a human catch a bullet with their fingers?
"Die!" Jiu Jiao roared.
Next, Jiu Jiao was about to pull the trigger again.
Ding Fan had previously given Jiu Jiao the opportunity to shoot because Ding Fan wanted to test the power of the handgun. Now that he knew, how could he possibly let Jiu Jiao continue waving a gun in front of him?
Ding Fan imdiately flicked his right hand.
A Wind Blade roared and directly slashed toward Jiu Jiao.
Splat... As the Wind Blade passed, a spurt of blood erupted. At this mont, Jiu Jiao's body was cleaved into two halves, and blood and guts were scattered all over the ground.
In the brutal scenes of the Cultivation World, Ding Fan had experienced countless such occurrences, and to him, they had grown ********.
At that mont, the goatee was dumbfounded.
Having been on the streets for so many years, he had seen many ruthless people, but creating a blade from the wind like this was sothing he had never witnessed before.
In the goatee's view, the Thousand-Faced Duke was quite impressive, but in front of Ding Fan, the Thousand-Faced Duke was simply nothing...
After killing Jiu Jiao, Ding Fan glanced at the goatee standing nearby.
Though it was just a glance, the goatee almost died of fright right then and there. The aura around Ding Fan, along with that vast murderous intent, was sothing an ordinary person like the goatee couldn't withstand.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh... At that mont, four martial artists rushed over. They imdiately stood in front of the goatee to protect him.
Ding Fan scanned the four n with his Divine Sense—their highest cultivation was only at Human Level Third Grade. Now at the Fourth Level of Qi Cultivation, dealing with these few people would be a matter of minutes.
"Begin..." Ding Fan spoke calmly and composedly, facing the four martial artists without a hint of panic.
"Kid, since you killed Jiu Jiao, today you can only die," one of the martial artists said as he pulled out a Short Blade from his chest.
Ding Fan didn't speak; he quietly circulated the True Qi around his body...
However, just then, the goatee stepped forward, blocking the four martial artists who wanted to fight desperately.
"Stop, do not disrespect an elder..."
The four martial artists paused for a mont, completely baffled. Jiu Jiao had been slain, yet instead of plotting revenge, the goatee was addressing Ding Fan as an elder.
Ding Fan was also stunned. He looked at the goatee, curious what sche the goatee had in mind.
"Elder, it was our blindness. Now that the chief culprit has been killed, please spare us who are just minor characters doing your bidding…"
The goatee walked up to Ding Fan, hands clasped and with a respectful expression on his face.
What the heck?!
Seeing this, the four martial artists who had rushed over were all dumbfounded. It was illogical; they had the advantage in numbers, so why would the goatee co forward and speak pleas to Ding Fan?
However, those four had followed Jiu Jiao for more than a day or two and they understood the goatee's cunning nature well; he was a man who would not bother if there were no benefits.
Although Jiu Jiao was ruthless, his actions had always relied on the wisdom of the goatee. Since the goatee spoke thus, there must be so reason for it, and for the mont, the four martial artists held their tongues.
With Jiu Jiao dead, the goatee was now the person in charge here.
Ding Fan glanced at the goatee, feeling in his heart that this man had a clear judgnt of the situation.
If it weren't for the goatee's plea at this mont, Ding Fan could have easily slaughtered those four martial artists along with him.
"What's your na?" Ding Fan asked the goatee.
"I, Wang Tiande..." Although the goatee was much older than Ding Fan, he responded with 'I,' showing a clear sign of respect.
"From now on, the power of Jiu Jiao will belong to you, but listen carefully, if I find out that you are trafficking drugs into Huaxia Country again," Ding Fan deliberately paused, "then no matter where you escape to, even to the ends of the earth, I will hunt you down."
"Senior, please rest assured, from now on, as long as I, Wang Tiande, am here, our gang will absolutely not transport a speck of drugs into Huaxia Country," Wang Tiande said very seriously.
The gang was established by Jiu Jiao, a faction notorious for trafficking drugs year-round, which the state had repeatedly failed to eradicate.
Ding Fan looked at Wang Tiande twice. "Rember your words..."
After dropping this line, Ding Fan turned and left.
"Brother De, why are you so respectful to this man? We still have twenty or thirty gunn, plus us, how could he possibly be a match for us..."
After Ding Fan had left, a tall martial artist ca up to Wang Tiande and said.
Wang Tiande glanced at the martial artist. "Never say that again in the future... If senior hears it, our lives really won't be spared," he cautioned.
The four martial artists looked at each other as Wang Tiande spoke, Ding Fan had already walked away, but the respect on Wang Tiande's face did not diminish.
Wang Tiande seed to notice everyone's confusion and continued. "Don't look at like that. You know what I just did? I saved your lives... What do you think of the Thousand-Faced Duke?"
The tall martial artist, unaware that the Thousand-Faced Duke had been killed by Ding Fan, replied, "The Thousand-Faced Duke was of Human Level Grade Eight, an absolutely revered existence..."
Wang Tiande nodded. "Yet, such a formidable person was slain by that senior..."
"What?!" The four were taken aback, almost exclaiming in unison.
A Human Level Grade Eight martial artist, with the hopes of reaching Earth Level Cultivation in a few more years, was just killed like that... and by that man who appeared only in his twenties.
For a mont, the four martial artists no longer spoke of joining forces against Ding Fan. Such a monster was not sothing they could provoke...
"Alright, tell the boys to withdraw quickly and leave a few physically fit ones to carry the luggage and transport the wounded for the senior," Wang Tiande directed.
The four nodded, without objections, and went to prepare imdiately.
Wang Tiande glanced at Jiu Jiao, who lay cut in half on the ground. He shook his head and sighed before he looked up to the sky. "It seems that from today, the drug business in Huaxia Country can no longer continue..."
...
Under a sturdy pine tree, Li Yu and Ye Ning Qing were waiting anxiously.
Ever since Ding Fan had left, Ye Ning Qing had been restless, constantly stretching her neck to look outside. Li Yu was also continuously rubbing his hands.
Li Yu and Ye Ning Qing of course knew that Ding Fan had gone to find Jiu Jiao.
Jiu Jiao's handle just on gunn was over twenty people, not to ntion several inheritors of Ancient Martial Arts...
Li Yu could not deny that Ding Fan was very powerful, but no matter how powerful, it was impossible for one person to confront so many alone, and Li Yu and Ye Ning Qing had tried hard to dissuade him.
But once Ding Fan made up his mind, it wasn't sothing that could be dissuaded by others.
Seeing that persuasion was ineffective, Li Yu and Ye Ning Qing wanted to join Ding Fan in the battle, but with a couple of flickers, Ding Fan swiftly left them behind.
Li Yu and Ye Ning Qing were injured, they knew that even if they caught up with Ding Fan, they might not be of much help, so they had no choice but to wait here.
However, after waiting for twenty minutes, they had yet to hear anything. Just as they grew increasingly anxious, worried that sothing might have happened to Ding Fan, he had already returned.
Upon seeing Ding Fan return, Ye Ning Qing's eyes imdiately reddened. Ding Fan had saved their lives several tis in life-and-death situations. His image was firmly etched in her heart.
During the ti Ding Fan was away, Ye Ning Qing felt as if her heart had been hollowed out. Normally not a believer in divine beings, she found herself silently praying for Ding Fan's safety.
Seeing Ding Fan appear, she could not control her emotions, and tears stread down her face. She ran over recklessly and hugged Ding Fan tightly.
Li Yu, who had initially wanted to ask about Jiu Jiao, found the situation sowhat awkward; he felt like an unnecessary third wheel.
Li Yu turned away, pretending to admire the scenery in the sky.
As Ding Fan held Ye Ning Qing, who was weeping like rain on pear blossoms, he was at a loss for what to do, for he still did not understand why Ye Ning Qing was crying in his arms...
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