Ding Fan and He Qianyao carefully moved Elder Ruv's body into a pit. Ding Fan grabbed a handful of soil and scattered it over Elder Ruv's body, and He Qianyao also took a handful of soil and gently scattered it over him.
"Rest in peace, Elder Ruv."
"Rest in peace, Elder Ruv."
Ding Fan and He Qianyao diligently buried all the soil, while sincerely speaking these words. They both held deep feelings, as just days ago Elder Ruv was still full of spirit sitting in the Elders' Area watching the largest outer disciples' competition of the Dayang Sect in centuries. However, now he was no longer in this world, and this feeling of impermanence made them both deeply sad.
"Heh heh... how bold you are to dare co back to bury that old man! Truly seeking death!"
An arrogant, disdainful voice suddenly sounded.
A boy holding a long spear appeared not far from Ding Fan and He Qianyao, accompanied by a group of youths in unified blue attire. The leading spear-wielding boy looked at Ding Fan and He Qianyao with great disdain and contempt.
Upon hearing these words, Ding Fan and He Qianyao looked over with eyes full of hostility. Now that Elder Ruv was laid to rest, being insulted like this was absolutely intolerable.
Following the voice, Ding Fan observed the spear-wielding boy with a dium stature, whose eyes shone with a malevolent killing intent, wearing a dark blue long robe. From the outfit, it was clear this boy's status was higher compared to the others. Ding Fan recognized the attire as belonging to the Four Seas Sect's disciples. His eyes narrowed, knowing the killers of the Dayang Sect included mbers of the Four Seas Sect, and had a deep impression of the short, Elder Zhang Qiang, the master of the Four Seas Sect, whose hands were stained with the blood of Dayang Sect disciples.
Seething with anger, Ding Fan decided that since they had t today, it was ti for blood to be repaid with blood!
He Qianyao looked at the spear-wielding boy with hatred in her eyes, recognizing him as soone with bad intentions and from the Four Seas Sect. She knew that the demise of their sect was heavily aided by the Four Seas Sect, which didn't hesitate to kill her sect's disciples. He Qianyao felt so fear, knowing the opponent's cultivation level was at the Late Nascent Soul Stage, and even sensed they might be at the Ergence Stage.
Such a cultivation level was clearly not sothing her Early Nascent Soul Stage could contend with. For a mont, He Qianyao looked at Ding Fan with worry.
Ding Fan noticed a hint of He Qianyao's concern and gently patted her back, speaking with a calm deanor:
"Don't worry, anyone who insults Elder Ruv must die!"
Hearing Ding Fan's words, the spear-wielding boy was startled, then burst into a ghostly laughter:
"Haha... what a ridiculous joke, telling us to die! Haha..."
The cultivator disciples behind the spear-wielding boy erupted into laughter:
"Haha... how laughable! He doesn't even know he's at death's door?"
"Just a flick of Steward Fang's finger, and he'll be separated from life and death!"
"Haha... that's for sure!"
...
Amidst the relentless laughter, the spear-wielding boy's eyes beca sharp, his expression turning grim as he said to Ding Fan with malice:
"Make no mistake, you're on our turf now. Do you think you can escape?"
Upon hearing this, Ding Fan calmly smiled, responding with ease:
"You can try!"
The spear-wielding boy, hearing Ding Fan's words and seeing his composed expression, beca furious. Obviously, Ding Fan didn't consider him significant, which infuriated the boy!
"Alright! Let's see what skill your Dayang Sect really has, and what kind of disciples it can produce!"
The spear-wielding boy shouted angrily, charging at Ding Fan, and threw his long spear into the air. In a swift leap, he caught it midair, appearing in front of Ding Fan in an instant. With fierce eyes, he targeted Ding Fan's vital spots aggressively with a swift stroke of his spear.
Witnessing this, Ding Fan remained calm, standing still as if not intending to dodge.
Seeing this, He Qianyao felt deeply shocked and worried. Clearly, the spear's montum was formidable and not easy to counter. She could tell the boy's cultivation was even higher than Ding Fan's. Why was Ding Fan so lax under such circumstances?
For a mont, He Qianyao felt deeply worried and puzzled.
The overconfident blue-robed disciples started to discuss eagerly.
"How foolish not to avoid Steward Fang's spear—he probably won't even know how he died!"
"Steward Fang's cultivation is clearly far superior, he's bound to pay a heavy price for such arrogance! It'll be a sight to watch!"
"Few in our Four Seas Sect can match Steward Fang!"
...
At this mont, the blue-shirted youth watched as his long spear was about to strike the opponent, yet the opponent still didn't dodge, clearly seeking death.
"Since you wish to die, I'll fulfill your desire!"
Just as the opponent's long spear was about to make contact with Ding Fan, Ding Fan unleashed a punch, his speed so fast it was completed in an instant.
"Golden Dragon Ergence!"
Boom...
With a thunderous sound, Ding Fan's punch directly sent a wave of air crashing fiercely toward the opponent's long spear, the sound echoing piercingly.
The others in blue couldn't help but be shocked by this scene, clearly not expecting such a rapid strike from the opponent, accomplishing it in just an instant; it seed truly unbelievable!
And the montum was so formidable, knowing that normally a cultivator could not unleash such a force in such a brief mont.
This scene from Ding Fan had already left everyone shock-faced.
At this mont, He Qianyao, upon witnessing this scene from Ding Fan, couldn't help but draw a cold breath, his punching speed was almost too fast!
The most incredulous was not just the onlookers, but the blue-shirted youth himself, clearly not expecting such a swift strike from the opponent, truly blindsiding him. He originally thought he could easily overpower the opponent. But unexpectedly, the opponent ca at him with such a move, catching him completely off guard. What shocked him wasn't only this.
As the youth's long spear made contact with Ding Fan's airwave, that mighty wave directly blasted him away along with his spear.
Boom!
Under the strike, the blue-shirted youth was instantly lifted by the opponent's airwave like a powerful typhoon; his long spear attack on the opponent's fist bore no effect, helplessly soft and weak.
At this mont, the blue-shirted youth looked shocked, clearly not expecting the opponent's fist technique to be so fierce; with just one punch, it not only neutralized his full-force attack but even blasted him away, simply unbelievable!
Thud...
The blue-shirted youth felt a heaviness in his chest, instantly spewing a mouthful of blood; as he looked again at his long spear, he found a crack already appeared on it. His long spear made from resilient bamboo, a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator alone, let alone an Ergence Stage cultivator, shouldn't be able to damage it to such an extent, to have a crack appear.
This was simply too unbelievable!
The youth beside him, upon witnessing this scene, widened his eyes to the point of them nearly falling out, truly couldn't believe that after Steward Fang's full-force strike, the other party was unhard and instead blasted Steward Fang away, this was a bit too exaggerated.
At this mont, everyone stood speechless, clearly shocked by this scene, sothing they never expected, seemingly impossible.
He Qianyao, seeing this scene, couldn't help but be shocked, never expecting Ding Fan to be so fierce, blowing the opponent away with just one punch, it was simply too unbelievable!
Ding Fan looked at the blue-shirted youth at this mont, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, calmly saying:
"How does it feel now?"
Hearing the opponent's words, the blue-shirted youth's face tightened, clearly no longer daring to underestimate the opponent, imdiately gritted his teeth and said viciously:
"Even if I'm not your match, you absolutely won't leave here alive. Don't even think about it!"
Ding Fan heard his words, smiled nonchalantly, then said coldly:
"Hehe, worry about yourself instead!"
With that, Ding Fan dashed towards the opponent, moving instantly to the front of the blue-shirted youth with a few flickers of his body. Upon seeing this, the blue-shirted youth was imnsely shocked, clearly not expecting such speed from the opponent.
Knowing the opponent's cultivation wasn't supposed to be higher than his, how could this be possible!
Boom...
Ding Fan's eyes tightened, not giving the opponent any chance, directly unleashing a flurry of punches. A series of booming sounds followed.
"Be responsible for your words!"
Ding Fan said coldly, his punches trailing each other. The blue-shirted youth saw the ferocity of the tiger-like punch, his heart constricted.
In haste, he took up the already sowhat damaged long spear to defend as best as he could, but what chance did he have against Ding Fan's relentless attacks. It wasn't long before the blue-shirted youth was overwheld by Ding Fan's punches, instantly being struck away.
Boom!
A dull thud, and the blue-shirted youth crashed heavily to the ground, showing an expression of agony, clearly gravely injured, no longer capable of fighting. The blue-shirted youth's companion witnessed this scene, utterly shocked, knowing Steward Fang was one of the Four Seas Sect's finest and youngest stewards.
But unexpectedly, he was blown away by the opponent, who was only a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, this was a bit too incredible. At this mont, everyone's eyes shot towards Ding Fan filled with fear, clearly no longer as brazen as before.
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