Squeak... a sharp sound piercing through the air erupted abruptly.
At this mont, Ding Fan unleashed a Wind Blade to kill.
In the eyes of the short n, Ding Fan was poisoned, and thus, his death was inevitable, so the three of them didn't bother with any defense and charged together in attack.
However, what took them completely by surprise was that Ding Fan could actually launch a Wind Blade. The Wind Blade was extrely fast, reaching them in just the blink of an eye.
The short man didn't even manage to assu a defensive posture before he was cleaved into two by Ding Fan's Wind Blade. One should know that the short man's sinews and bones were cultivated to the toughness of steel.
Yet even so, faced with Ding Fan's Wind Blade, he was nothing, and under the blade, his steel-like bones were simply unremarkable. In an instant, blood and organs were scattered everywhere; he was dead beyond doubt.
F*ck !
The other two n, witnessing this scene, were stricken with fear deep in their eyes. To condense wind into blades! That was a martial skill only heard of in legends.
They truly began to doubt whether the person before them was actually human. They had already put up with Ding Fan being an Earth Level Martial Artist at the age of twenty, but now he even possessed such formidable martial skills. Wasn't this driving them to a dead end?
Seizing the mont of the other two n's stunned silence, Ding Fan swiftly took out a Pill from his storage ring.
That Pill was called the Antidote Pill, which Ding Fan had refined for unexpected needs. While this Antidote Pill could not neutralize all poisons, it could control the poison briefly, allowing Ding Fan just enough ti to either kill his enemies or escape.
"Damn it!" A strong intent to kill flashed in Ding Fan's eyes.
Coating weapons with poison was the most contemptible act for a Martial Artist. At that mont, Ding Fan rushed forward, his Longsword slashing directly down.
Without the hindrance of the Earth Level Expert, Ding Fan's strike was exceptionally smooth. His movent technique was fast, and his sword angles were tricky. Under such circumstances, how could his opponents possibly evade Ding Fan's sword slash?
Ding Fan's sword struck downward, cleaving his opponent alive into two halves. A living person was split into two by Ding Fan's strike.
F*ck !
The gaunt man watching this from the side, felt his scalp tingle with horror.
He wasn't new to killing, but he had never imagined soone could kill like Ding Fan. To him, Ding Fan's thod of killing wasn't different from slaughtering pigs or cattle; it was more like butchering livestock than killing people.
The man with the yellow eyeballs, seeing his companion split alive, was also stunned for a mont. In that brief hesitation, Ding Fan's sword slash ca fiercely towards him. The strike was no less powerful than before, and the man with the yellow eyeballs had his head chopped off directly by Ding Fan!
All this may seem to have taken a long while, yet it was just a matter of seconds. Ding Fan, despite being injured, launched the Wind Blade, killing the short man, and then with two sword strikes, he finished off the remaining two!
Clean and decisive!
At that mont, Xian Shui was simply dumbfounded, her perception of Ding Fan was imnsely magnified. In her eyes, only her senior brother stood above others, but now compared to that senior brother who had abandoned her and fled, what could possibly make him a match for Ding Fan?
"Senior, don't... don't kill , I'll give you whatever you want, just please don't kill !" the gaunt man at that mont threw aside his Longsword and knelt on the ground, continually kowtowing to Ding Fan.
The gaunt man wasn't a fool, soone as impressive as Ding Fan was not soone he could provoke. The West Mountain Six Young Masters, in just a short while, apart from himself who was crippled by Ding Fan, all the others were killed by Ding Fan.
From what the gaunt man could see, if he didn't show weakness, Ding Fan could kill him in a minute.
Ding Fan slowly walked over to the gaunt man.
As Ding Fan approached step by step, finally standing before him, the gaunt man felt as if his liver and gallbladder were about to spew out of his throat.
After all, Ding Fan was a Sixth Level of Qi cultivation expert; how could his oppressive aura be sothing the gaunt man could withstand?
"What I want, you know…" Ding Fan said calmly and in an even tone.
"I… I know, just a mont!" the gaunt man did not dare to delay, quickly crawling and scrambling over to the short man's corpse. After rummaging through the body, he retrieved two items before crawling back.
"Senior, this is the Exotic Treasure that appeared in the Heavenly Pool of Changbai Mountain," said the gaunt man as he handed over a leather pouch to Ding Fan.
Ding Fan could tell that the pouch was a storage type Magic Artifact. Without any hesitation, he stretched out his hand and snatched the pouch from the air into his grip.
"Senior, this is the Crimson Fla Fire Frog," said the gaunt man, then passed the Jade Box he had earlier snatched from Xian Shui's senior brother to Ding Fan.
Ding Fan took it without any reservation.
Ding Fan was no Lei Feng. Saving the Xian Shui was already a favor. The Crimson Fla Fire Frog was sothing Ding Fan had risked his life to snatch from soone else's hands. How could he possibly return it to them?
Seeing Ding Fan accept these two treasures, the gaunt man hurriedly kowtowed again. "Senior, everything you asked for, I've prepared it all for you. Please... with your great kindness, let go…"
"Before you killed them, did anyone beg you like this... before their death?" Ding Fan asked rather unexpectedly.
"Ah?" The gaunt man was startled, clearly not keeping up with Ding Fan's leap in thought.
Ding Fan didn't bother to chat with the gaunt man any further. His longsword quickly swept across, and the gaunt man was instantly split into two halves by Ding Fan's blade.
From the aura exuding from the gaunt man's body, Ding Fan could tell that he was an Evil Cultivator who cultivated by absorbing the essence from young girls during their first nstruation. Who knew how many won had been defiled by this demon, and who knew how many people this Evil Cultivator had killed. Therefore, sparing such a person would only be a hazard to everyone around.
It was better to simply kill him.
After killing these people, Ding Fan just collected their weapons. As for the rest, Ding Fan didn't bother to inspect.
By now, Ding Fan felt waves of dizziness and blurred vision – the poison he was afflicted with had started to take effect, and even the Antidote Pill could no longer control its toxicity.
Without delay, Ding Fan cast several Fireball Techniques, incinerating the corpses to ashes.
"You... you should go... you're safe now," Ding Fan said to Xian Shui.
At that mont, Ding Fan was unsteady on his feet and began to sway violently.
"You are injured now... You saved before, I must stay and take care of you…" Xian Shui hesitated, then said with her lips slightly bitten.
Ding Fan's vision was starting to blur. He was inwardly shocked by the potency of the poison.
"Help find a secluded place with no disturbances..." Ding Fan closed his eyes, trying to use his True Qi to control the poison in his body.
"When I was coming here earlier, I did find a cave over there. Let's go there," Xian Shui suggested.
By now, Ding Fan was no longer speaking. The poison was very intense, fiercely attacking Ding Fan's vital ridians. If not for Ding Fan's formidable cultivation, he would have probably been dead by now.
As a practitioner of Martial Cultivation, Xian Shui vaguely understood that Ding Fan was in a critical condition and it wasn't good to disturb him.
Xian Shui then carefully lifted Ding Fan sideways into her arms.
Being a Human-level Fourth Grade martial artist, carrying a man was really nothing for her.
However, having grown so big, Xian Shui was for the first ti holding a grown man, and her cheeks flushed red. She bit her thin lips, her face full of shyness.
Ding Fan looked sowhat pale at the mont, but his eyebrows were distinctive, giving him a transcendent aura.
Xian Shui carried Ding Fan gently, worrying about hurting him, deliberately taking small steps, careful not to cause any jolting along the way.
The cave wasn't far from where they had previously been; Xian Shui walked for about fifteen minutes holding Ding Fan before reaching inside the cave.
Xian Shui gently placed Ding Fan's body within the cave.
Just as Xian Shui was laying Ding Fan down, she realized his body started to shake violently. Alard, she touched Ding Fan's forehead, only to find it cold as ice...
Xian Shui grew panicky. Inside the cave, she had nothing to warm Ding Fan. Seeing Ding Fan's body slowly curling up, Xian Shui grew more anxious. Given the current situation, if she didn't warm Ding Fan up quickly, he could be in mortal danger.
Xian Shui pondered for a mont, then as if making a significant decision, she lay down behind Ding Fan and gently embraced him.
In such a wilderness, holding a man whose na she didn't even know...
By now, Xian Shui had no more reason to feel embarrassed... Ding Fan had saved her life. How could she possibly just watch him die here?
With this thought, Xian Shui hugged Ding Fan even more tightly.
...
In his dream, Ding Fan fell into an ice river. The bone-chilling cold water made him shiver incessantly. Just as Ding Fan felt he would be frozen to death, a woman ca over and gently held him in her arms.
The woman's face went from a blur to gradually clear. Finally, Ding Fan could see the woman's smiling face.
"Ruoran…"
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