At this mont, the other sect leaders witnessed Ding Fan's actions and couldn't help but show expressions of shock, finding it hard to believe that he not only resisted the attack from the Black-faced Elder but also injured him.
This was simply unbelievable!
One must know that the Black-faced Elder was at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, already a formidable existence, while the Dayang Sect disciple was rely at the Nascent Soul Stage.
This was sothing that should never happen!
"Haha... How could my Dayang Sect be comparable to these small sects of yours!"
He Zenfen was feeling extrely proud as he spoke, obviously very satisfied with Ding Fan's performance. It had even created a miracle for him!
The other sect leaders hearing He Zenfen's words could only look grim, each launching their own attacks towards him. They understood very well that the Dayang Sect could still resist stubbornly because of He Zenfen's presence. If they took this major figure down, the other Dayang Sect disciples would certainly submit completely. By then, no matter how formidable that boy was, how could he possibly withstand them all?
The cultivator in their minds clearly referred to Ding Fan.
At this mont, Ding Fan's side, although the others were shocked by what they saw, he couldn't manage a smile, clearly indicating he was severely injured. He then took advantage of a gap to swallow a dicinal pill.
Ding Fan clearly understood that his combat ability was quite limited now. Although he had completely resisted the opponent's strike just now, the injuries inflicted on him were also very apparent. Ding Fan knew the opponent was also slightly injured, but he could not be compared to the opponent, a powerful Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator!
His attacks could injure the opponent, but the damage inflicted was clearly very limited as well.
At this mont, ng Zongqing looked at Ding Fan with vicious eyes, obviously having overheard the surrounding discussions, feeling his face flush with embarrassnt. Although his injuries were not much, the fact that a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator made him cough blood was a slap in the face for soone at his level!
"Boy! I will make you suffer to death!"
The Black-faced ng Zongqing said viciously to Ding Fan, then imdiately swung his two curved blades swiftly at him. The assault of the two curved blades was so fierce it even cut through the air, creating a terrifyingly sharp wind!
Howl...
The rising wind sounded like the cry of a ferocious ghost demanding life.
Hearing it alone was enough to make one's hair stand on end, making one extrely uneasy.
At this mont, seeing this scene, Ding Fan barely managed to dodge the two curved blades a few tis, but it seed like the opponent's moves were anticipating his dodges, continuously pursuing him. This ti, the speed was several tis faster than before.
In a snap of ti, the two blades were almost at Ding Fan's back. His heart tightened, and he imdiately turned while throwing a punch with his fist.
"Golden Dragon Ergence!"
Boom...
A muffled sound kept resonating. In a desperate move, Ding Fan's fist struck fiercely, a trendous wave surging directly onto the opponent's two curved blades, slightly deflecting their montum, but the roaring force remained ferocious, directly hitting Ding Fan's body.
He only felt his body lighten and then soared backward, smashing to the ground with a roar. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood once again!
At this mont, lying on the ground, Ding Fan looked at the Black-faced Elder with great indignation in his heart, blaming himself for his weakness. Evidently, two Sky-Shattering Pearls had secretly appeared in his hands.
These Sky-Shattering Pearls were obtained from a cultivator sent by ng Haotian to kill him last ti. Evidently, Ding Fan intended to return them to one of their own. These Sky-Shattering Pearls were equivalent to the strongest strike of an Ergence Stage cultivator, though Ding Fan wasn't confident they could kill the opponent; they should be enough to ensure his escape!
The Black-faced Elder, filled with sinister glee, with a casual wave of his hand, brought the two curved blades back to his side. Glaring at Ding Fan with wicked malice, he was determined to make him suffer the agony of being unable to live nor die, to thoroughly tornt him, or he'd remain resentful about that strike, enough to be mocked for a year!
"Boy, I will first cripple your cultivation, then cut off your limbs, letting you bleed slowly to death!"
At this mont, the Black-faced Elder maliciously spoke to Ding Fan.
Slash!
After speaking, a curved blade swept towards Ding Fan's limbs!
Seeing this scene, the nearby Wild Wolf Gang cultivators couldn't hide their excitent, finding it rather delightful watching a heavenly talent like him being crippled and rendered powerless.
The blade towards Ding Fan was alarmingly fast and terrifying, clearly set to cripple him!
The surrounding cultivators widened their eyes, tightly focusing on the scene, fearing missing any detail. At that instant, nurous Dayang Sect disciples, seeing what unfolded, showed anger but had no ti to express more as Wild Wolf Gang disciples had already pierced their vital spots with longswords, and in an instant, a large batch of Dayang Sect cultivators fell, blood soon filled the air, and the sky was thick with the scent of blood.
In the blink of an eye, the Dayang Sect's disciples numbered fewer than thousands, bodies of Dayang Sect cultivator disciples littered the ground, blood flowing like rivers. The entire Dayang Sect was engulfed in mournful cries all around...
Just as the opponent's scimitar was about to strike Ding Fan, suddenly a long spear directly blocked in front of Ding Fan. Ding Fan was startled, then turned his head to see that it was the fat elder who had executed the move to fling the scimitar away.
But at the next mont, Ding Fan saw what he least wanted to see.
The bald elder fighting the fat elder brandished a large knife and ruthlessly struck the fat elder's shoulder, instantly causing the fat elder's blood to spray out violently. With that, the fat elder's body sank abruptly, and he knelt on one knee in front of Ding Fan, supported by a single hand.
Upon witnessing this, Ding Fan's heart trembled intensely, unexpected that the fat elder would take such a vicious hit to save him!
"Rush out, survive..."
The fat elder's face was full of pain, clearly having suffered severe injuries. An unguarded strike from a Nascent Soul Mid Stage could easily kill any cultivator. Yet the fat elder was most worried about Ding Fan, fully aware that Ding Fan was the future of the Dayang Sect, much more important than himself!
"Senior..."
Ding Fan's voice trembled with emotion, for a mont unable to find words as he looked at the fat elder...
The black-faced elder on the opposite side of Ding Fan saw the fat elder's actions and couldn't help but feel seething resentnt. Clearly, if it weren't for this old thing shielding Ding Fan, that kid would have been rendered useless already!
"Old fool, since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish!"
At this mont, ng Zongqing looked at the fat elder and spoke with a sinister and venomous expression, waving his scimitar once again, viciously slashing towards both the fat elder and Ding Fan!
The black-faced elder was clearly aware that the old man was severely injured, hardly able to defend himself, and Ding Fan was nothing more than a lamb awaiting slaughter.
"Heh... since the old man wants to die, I'll lend a hand!"
The bald elder, witnessing the scene, spoke with a face full of gloating malice, simultaneously waving his large knife to attack the fat elder again!
Swipe!
Swipe!
Swipe!
The black-faced elder's scimitar drew nearer to the fat elder, while at the sa ti, the bald elder also dealt his strongest blow, nearing the fat elder's front.
Seeing this, Ding Fan's heart grew exceedingly heavy, and he forced his body forward to stand in front of the fat elder, intending to shield him from the strongest joint attack of the two Nascent Soul experts. Although Ding Fan was uncertain if he could withstand it, he absolutely couldn't sit back and watch the fat elder die for him. Ding Fan was fully aware that the fat elder was severely injured, worse off than himself, and utterly incapable of withstanding the combined full force of these two Nascent Soul experts!
But just as Ding Fan was about to move in front of the fat elder, the fat elder shoved him back angrily, his face showing a serene and indescribably reassuring smile, and said:
"You are the hope of the Dayang Sect, escape..."
With a thunderous sound.
Amidst two loud crashes, the fat elder suddenly fell dead.
Seeing this, Ding Fan's tears seed uncontrollable. He realized the reason he had joined the Dayang Sect was because the fat elder had discovered him, even exempting him from the final recruitnt test as an outer disciple, personally handing him a token that ensured he could seek assistance anyti. In the sect, though Ding Fan faced exclusion by ng Zihao and others, in his heart he always silently rembered this sowhat portly, kindly smiling elder.
What Ding Fan didn't know was that after returning to the sect, the fat elder first inquired about Ding Fan's situation, and upon learning of the unfair treatnt Ding Fan received, he exploded in rage, dismissing everything to report to the sect master, demanding that Ding Fan receive the attention and training he deserved.
Reflecting on all this, Ding Fan was tear-stricken; the fat elder had sacrificed himself for him!
So elders of the Dayang Sect, witnessing the scene, couldn't help but be stunned, grieving imnsely in their hearts!
"Old Lu..."
"Elder Ruv..."
...
Sad voices called the fat elder's na aloud, and upon hearing them, Ding Fan's tears couldn't help but fall, realizing only now the elder's na who had sacrificed himself for him.
Be it the disciples or the sect elders, many cultivators were thoroughly familiar with this fat elder, evidently a well-loved figure in his daily life. Upon seeing the scene, they rushed to the fallen fat elder—Ding Fan's side, regardless of everything.
Such a highly respected elder, a ritorious contributor to the sect with innurable accomplishnts, a close friend of many sect elders, and a teacher deeply respected by nurous disciples, had thus departed...
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