The middle-aged man looked at Ding Fan in shock, knowing that the strange scene before was due to the young boy's secret assistance. The middle-aged man's heart was filled with dread; this boy seed to have extrely weak cultivation, yet how could he be so powerful, able to act without a change of expression, not only saving his life but completely reversing the situation in the battle against the scar-faced man!
At this mont, the people of the caravan witnessed the scene and couldn't help but be very shocked, clearly not expecting Team Wu to turn the crisis around at the last mont, turning defeat into victory! While everyone was joyful, there was also a strange feeling, not understanding why the scar-faced man suddenly stopped attacking Team Wu in the last mont, only to be stabbed by Team Wu!
Even though the people of the caravan didn't understand what happened at that mont, seeing Team Wu turning the crisis around and achieving victory made them very happy! Everyone's anxious hearts were finally put to rest.
At this ti, seeing the scar-faced man's situation, the people in black were stunned, clearly not knowing what happened to their leader, and wondering why he did not finish off the middle-aged man at the last mont but instead got stabbed by him. It was simply unbelievable!
Actually, the one who felt the strangest was the scar-faced man himself, terrified at how he suddenly couldn't move, feeling an intense Arctic chill spread throughout his body immobilizing him. That's why he was hit with the other's blade; it was truly incredible! The scar-faced man couldn't understand what happened to his body at that mont.
Clearly, now wasn't the ti for the scar-faced man to be having crazy thoughts; the middle-aged man's long knife was already aid at him. But most of the scar-faced man's True Qi was sealed by the sudden Arctic chill, making it impossible for him to move his body. At this mont, the scar-faced man's eyes only saw a sharp longsword approaching him, finally piercing through his heart.
The scar-faced man imdiately fell to the ground, his Wolf Fang Club naturally dropping to the ground. The scar-faced man was now completely dead. Yet his eyes were filled with unwillingness; he hadn't thought he would be trapped this ti, and die in such a mysterious way, feeling unwilling but powerless...
At this mont, seeing the scar-faced man killed by their opponent, the n in black were furious, drawing various weapons and charging at the middle-aged man.
"You used Demon Art! I'm going to kill you!"
"Let's kill him together!"
...
For a mont, the n in black shouted furiously, then charged at the middle-aged man, wielding their swords with fierce montum. They hadn't expected their leader would die at the opponent's hands, and to know their leader was a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator without equals at this cultivation, reaching an unparalleled level, yet now found himself killed by this middle-aged man!
The many people in black had watched the previous battle between the scar-faced man and middle-aged man clearly, knowing that if in that last mont the leader had dropped his hamr, the middle-aged man would surely have died! But no one expected that at the last mont their leader's body would suddenly freeze, unable to move, ultimately leading to him being killed by the middle-aged man in one strike!
This was truly too bizarre!
Thus, the n in black concluded the middle-aged man had used Demon Art, and imdiately one burly man among them, wielding a large saber, led the group of n in black charging towards the middle-aged man.
Among the n in black, apart from the previously killed scar-faced man who was in the Nascent Soul Early Stage, the rest were Nascent Soul Stage cultivators, and quite a few were even under Nascent Soul Stage. Now, they each charged at the caravan aiming to kill.
The caravan's cultivators saw this scene, hardened their hearts, directly wielding weapons and clashing with the black-clothed bandits. For the caravan's cultivators, now the bandit leader, scar-faced man, had been killed by Team Wu, surely causing the opponent's strength to greatly diminish, thus the caravan's cultivators aggressively fought, each fervently attacking the black-clothed n.
Ah! Kill! Ah...
For a mont, the scene was filled with calls to kill, a chaotic lee.
Soon, two n in black were charging at Ding Fan, wielding longswords and aiming successive strikes at Ding Fan. The two were Early Nascent Soul Stage cultivators; Ding Fan didn't hesitate to send out two Wind Blades, imdiately stopping them dead, their bodies cut in half. With faces filled with shock, the two n in black couldn't believe that this young cultivator in front of them could be so terrifying.
Ding Fan killed the two so quickly that the other cultivators didn't even notice him, soon more n in black saw Ding Fan's relaxed deanor and couldn't help feeling very angry, charging straight towards Ding Fan!
The result was the sa; all were directly slaughtered by Ding Fan. The black-clad cultivators were really too weak for Ding Fan. Without much effort, Ding Fan rely used a few Wind Blades to slaughter them. Clearly, Ding Fan was quite shocked, as within a short ti he had already slain more than a dozen black-clad cultivators, simply moving around calmly and leisurely without staying in one place.
At this ti, the middle-aged man's battle also seed to be nearing its end. Several black-clad n were slain by the middle-aged man. Though he had expended so energy fighting the scar-faced man earlier, he was, after all, at the Ergence Stage, clearly much stronger than those Nascent Soul Stage black-clad cultivators. Many of the black-clad cultivators realized that trying to kill the middle-aged man was simply impossible, unless their leader were there!
However, their leader had already been slain by the middle-aged man, and soon the black-clad n retreated far away from him, turning instead to attack other cultivators of the rchant caravan.
Within no ti, so of the black-clad n found that one mber of the rchant caravan was even more terrifying than the middle-aged man. Obviously, this youth was none other than Ding Fan. Ding Fan, in slaughtering the black-clad n, never needed a second move; just a single Wind Blade was enough to effectively slay them. Soon, Ding Fan's side was no longer harassed by the black-clad n.
Although the number of black-clad people greatly exceeded that of the caravan's cultivators, the presence of the middle-aged man ant that a large number of black-clad cultivators were slain by him. Moreover, Ding Fan was present, though he didn't go out of his way to slaughter black-clad n but only those who attacked him. Nonetheless, Ding Fan slew over nearly a dozen black-clad n.
After several clashes, the black-clad n finally realized it was impossible to rob this caravan, chiefly because their leader had been slain. Subsequently, the black-clad cultivators quickly threw down their armor and fled.
"Little brother, thank you!"
As the caravan's cultivators were tending to their wounds, the middle-aged man walked over to Ding Fan, his eyes full of gratitude, knowing that had Ding Fan not intervened, they wouldn't have been able to defeat those bandits. He himself would likely have perished at the hands of the scar-faced man, clearly not standing here intact.
Ding Fan listened to him, nodded indifferently, and said nothing more.
"Little brother, my na is Wu Zun, you can just call Lao Wu! May I invite you to accompany our caravan? We have a few carriages, and if you don't mind, you can hop on and rest."
At this mont, Wu Zun looked at Ding Fan sincerely and extended a genuine invitation.
Hearing his words and seeing his sincere deanor, Ding Fan replied calmly:
"Alright then! You can just call Ding Lin!"
"Great, great, brother Ding, let us travel together then!"
Upon hearing Ding Fan agree, Wu Zun felt imnsely happy, intent on repaying Ding Fan, who had secretly intervened and saved him. It was clear that Wu Zun kept this debt of gratitude in his heart. Moreover, to Wu Zun, it was astonishing that soone whose cultivation appeared so weak was in fact so overwhelmingly powerful. As Wu Zun had previously observed Ding Fan during the battle with the black-clad people, he was amazed at how Ding Fan could effortlessly kill with just one Wind Blade!
It beca obvious to Wu Zun that Ding Fan was no ordinary person. Highly likely, he was a core disciple of so Great Gate Sect. After all, at such a young age, his cultivation surpassed Wu Zun's, a feat only a disciple of such a sect could achieve. Thus, Wu Zun's invitation was both to repay Ding Fan for saving his life and to connect with him, as soone like Ding Fan was no ordinary cultivator.
Before long, Ding Fan, with Wu Zun's introduction to the rchants, was joining their journey. Clearly, there was only one path through these deep mountains, and it would take a long ti to traverse. So Ding Fan traveled with the group, and the journey was far from lonely. To Ding Fan, traveling with or without them didn't matter much.
Since he received a sincere invitation, accompanying them wasn't a problem. Furthermore, Ding Fan found that the caravan's cultivators were warm and hospitable, and he got along well with them.
Wu Zun didn't tell the others about Ding Fan's secret intervention, understanding that since Ding Fan chose to act discreetly, he didn't want it known, so Wu Zun wisely kept it to himself.
Everyone was very friendly to Ding Fan. They clearly weren't aware of how powerful he was, as while Ding Fan slaughtered those black-clad cultivators with each move, the caravan's people were too busy fending off their own attackers to notice. But everyone sensed that Ding Fan surely had been involved in the battle. As a result, Ding Fan bonded with them through shared hardships.
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