The dust in the bar had yet to settle when Ding Fan and Wang Hao both walked in from the outside.
Pop... Just then, the sound of a gunshot suddenly rang out, and a stream of blood imdiately spurted from Wang Hao's shoulder as he led the way...
"Don't... Don't shoot! It's ... I'm Wang Hao,"
Wang Hao, clutching his shoulder, shouted inside.
Perhaps hearing Wang Hao's voice inside, no more gunshots ca. After Ding Fan and Wang Hao entered the bar, Ding Fan glanced around and noticed seven or eight people eying him aggressively. Among them, two were holding handguns—clearly, one of these n had just shot Wang Hao.
"Fuck, if you don't want to die, put your hands on your head and squat down!" a burly man with a Big Gold Tooth inside the bar ordered, pointing at Ding Fan.
Just monts ago, several of Big Gold Tooth's lackeys had rushed out, and Ding Fan had knocked them out with just a few punches and kicks. Big Gold Tooth had seen everything clearly from inside and did not dare underestimate Ding Fan.
As if not hearing the man's words, Ding Fan looked around and asked indifferently, "Where's Wang Zeen?"
"Motherfucker! Kid, I told you to put your hands on your head, did you fucking not hear ? Do you want to die?" Big Gold Tooth was about to explode in rage as Ding Fan completely ignored his command. Being disregarded in front of his henchn was a huge embarrassnt for him.
"Where is Wang Zeen?" Ding Fan's tone remained flat.
"You son of a bitch! Kill him for !" Big Gold Tooth gestured towards one of the gunn.
The gunman aid his pistol at Ding Fan, about to pull the trigger. However, what happened next left the gunman completely dumbfounded.
Squeak... A sharp sound whistled through the air.
As the gunman's hand was just raising, an iron nail shot straight at him, piercing through his palm, and the handgun fell to the ground due to the injury to his right hand.
"Ah..." A scream ca from the gunman as he sat on the ground clutching his palm, convulsing...
Almost simultaneously, another sharp sound rang out, and before the other gunman even realized what was happening, the hand holding his gun was also pierced through.
In an instant, both gunn in the bar were dealt with by Ding Fan.
"Motherfucker!" Big Gold Tooth lunged forward, rushing for the handgun that had fallen on the ground.
With so many people in the bar, if they were all subdued by just Ding Fan, he might as well not bother with this life anymore. But before Big Gold Tooth could reach the handgun, yet another sharp noise sounded.
Following that noise, Big Gold Tooth staggered and then his body crashed heavily to the ground.
Amidst the rising dust, Big Gold Tooth's body lay rigid, a point of Blood Red evident on his forehead, clearly having been pierced by one of Ding Fan's iron nails.
He had killed a man just like that, as if it were nothing.
All the thugs inside the bar felt a chill down their spines; they had seen murders before, but never had they witnessed soone killing like Ding Fan did.
A single iron nail had claid a man's life.
The bar suddenly fell quiet, not a single person dared to speak out of turn. Even the two thugs who had been shot by Ding Fan endured their pain in silence, not daring to make a sound.
One man had intimidated everyone in the bar!
At this mont, Wang Hao's frown was tightly knitted into a furrow. Now, he finally understood sothing that the Wang Family's patriarch had once ordered: all mbers were to stay away from Ding Fan.
Wang Hao had thought that because Ding Fan had connections with the Qin family, the Wang Family was being cautious, hence the directive. But now, Wang Hao didn't think so.
Decisive in killing, composed in action... and even the best of killers couldn't take him down... Without thorough preparation, how could the Wang Family dare to make a move against such a man?
Wang Hao had originally thought that no matter how powerful Ding Fan was, killing him would be no different than crushing a loathso bug—however, now he knew he was wrong. Ding Fan was a wolf; once provoked, you better be ready to pay the blood price.
"Where is Wang Zeen!" The killing intent shimred in Ding Fan's eyes as the aura of a strong person perated throughout the bar.
Thump...
Finally, soone couldn't withstand Ding Fan's oppressive aura and knelt on the ground.
"Young Master En is upstairs, it has nothing to do with ..."
After all, Ding Fan was at the Fifth Level of Qi Cultivation. Even though this ordinary person pretended to be influential, how could he withstand the pressure from a powerful being?
"Ding Fan! You actually dared to co here... I see you really have so nerve!" At that mont, an icy voice descended from upstairs.
Ding Fan looked up to see a man in his mid-twenties, accompanied by an Elder, slowly descending from the second floor.
The man looked prideful and disdainful as he sized up Ding Fan from head to toe.
"Young Master En..."
"Young Master En..."...
As soon as this person arrived, the ruffians around him busied themselves, each addressing him as "Young Master En."
Ding Fan rely swept his gaze over Wang Zeen, then focused it entirely on the person behind Wang Zeen.
The elder behind him was at least sixty years old, with both hair and beard graying. He was dressed very plainly, but his eyes were restrained, clearly a master of internal martial arts.
Using his Divine Sense, Ding Fan probed the elder and, to his surprise, found him to be at the Peak of Human Level.
In the Secular World, being at the Human Level Peak was already a remarkable existence, such individuals were rare. Seeing the position the elder stood in, behind Wang Zeen, Ding Fan couldn't understand why a martial artist of the Peak of Human Level would willing play lackey to him.
Wang Zeen glanced at Wang Hao, who was beside him with his shoulder covered in bloodstains, then turned to Ding Fan and said, "Since you're able to co here now, that ans, the two assassins I sent must have been killed by you... It seems I've underestimated you."
Wang Zeen spoke with an air of superiority, which Ding Fan found incredibly annoying. It was unnecessary to act like the big bad wolf.
"I'm here to take your life!" Ding Fan said, his tone sharper by several degrees.
"Take my life?! You're really thinking too far ahead, you disgraceful wretch. You're not even close to being able to take my life!" retorted Wang Zeen with a cold snort.
"Young man, such arrogance will only get you killed even sooner!" The elder standing behind Wang Zeen stepped forward, his eyes flashing with a hint of murderous intent.
"Jiusong, if you kill Ding Fan, I will have my father strongly recomnd you to beco the second mber of group three, five, six, seven in the Zhengxuan Sect, and endorse you, Jiusong, as the national advisor..." Wang Zeen said to the side.
The elder's eyes shimred upon hearing Wang Zeen's words. He quickly bowed to Wang Zeen and said, "Rest assured, Young Master En, killing this youngster won't be a problem... Just don't forget your promise..."
Wang Zeen nodded. "When have I, Wang Zeen, ever reneged on a promise? As long as you kill Ding Fan, I will fulfill all my promises to you!"
"Then I am deeply grateful for Young Master En's patronage towards my Zhengxuan Sect..." Jiusong said, his words tinged with sycophancy.
Ding Fan watched with disgust; the elder was, after all, a Grade Nine Human Level martial artist, and here he was, willing to be a noble's lapdog for the sake of power and status.
After a mont of revulsion, Ding Fan also felt a wave of sadness.
"Young man, if you're smart, you'll take your own life now. If you wait for to make a move, you'll die horribly... I can be very cruel!" Jiusong said, standing in front of Ding Fan.
"Scram!" Ding Fan replied resolutely and bluntly, rejecting Jiusong with a single word.
He found it disgusting to even speak an extra word to such a martial artist who had betrayed his soul.
"Kid, you are truly arrogant. No wonder Young Master En wants you dead!" Jiusong's tone turned icy.
Wang Zeen added, "Ding Fan, Lin Qingqing is the woman I've set my sights on. Yet you dared to vie for her with , oblivious to your imminent demise. I'm sorry, but you better be ready to die today!"
Having said this, Wang Zeen walked to the other end of the bar, casually picked up a wine glass, and poured himself red wine.
In Wang Zeen's eyes, Ding Fan was a dead man.
Who was Jiusong?
Others might not know, but Wang Zeen did. A master from the Hidden Sects, his cultivation was freakishly strong: he had once, overseas, singlehandedly slain two Jonin from Japan.
As for Ding Fan, who was at most twenty-two or twenty-three years old, even if he was powerful, even if he was formidable, how powerful could he actually be at that age? Wang Zeen could already vividly envision the scene of Ding Fan's grueso death in this bar.
"Use your cruelest thod and kill him!" said Wang Zeen, swirling the red wine in his glass, then icily instructing Jiusong.
Jiusong nodded, and the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly spread.
"Kid, don't bla for being cruel. If you must bla soone, bla yourself for offending soone you shouldn't have!" After speaking, the elder's figure swiftly flickered as he lunged directly towards Ding Fan.
A streak of Bai ng shot towards Ding Fan. The Bai ng stirred up waves of Cold Qi, causing everyone around to feel a chill.
At this mont, Wang Zeen's eyes flashed with a gleam of anticipation. His expression turned excited...
But just as Wang Zeen thought that Ding Fan would undoubtedly spill blood and die on the spot, what happened next left him stunned.
A sharp sound that cut through the air suddenly erupted, followed by a Wind Blade that slashed fiercely, completely dissipating Jiusong's Bai ng. Then, blood splattered everywhere, as Jiusong's body was cleaved in two by that Wind Blade!
Jiusong...
Was actually slain!
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