Kou Yan listened to Qi Changran's words and snorted coldly. "Qi Changran, your precious daughter is now in my hands. You can choose to believe , and in that case, your daughter might still have a chance to live, but if you choose not to trust , then I wouldn't mind beheading your daughter right now. We might as well have a fight to the death."
"Kou Yan, you are truly going too far." Qi Changran's brows furrowed tightly.
Now that Kou Yan was threatening him with Qi Luoi, even though Qi Changran knew it was likely a bluff, he still felt helpless to do anything about it.
Kou Yan sneered from the side. "Qi Changran, now you can only do as I say. As long as you heed my words, I will release your daughter. You have no other choice under the current circumstances."
"Kou Yan, you're considered a Grandmaster-level figure, yet you're taking a girl hostage to protect yourself. It doesn't quite sound honorable when said out loud," Cheng Bufan interjected, stepping forward at that mont.
"Now, release Qi Luoi and I will be your hostage instead," Cheng Bufan declared, holding his head high.
Kou Yan glanced at Cheng Bufan and then spoke. "Cheng Bufan, even though today you saved the entire Quanzhen Xuann, no one will rember your kindness. Let make it clear to you, if the hostage in my hands were you, Qi Changran wouldn't hesitate for a mont before attacking with n... So, Cheng Bufan, don't flatter yourself about your importance in the Quanzhen Xuann."
A serious expression shadowed Cheng Bufan's face.
"Cheng Bufan, I don't need you to save ... All you need to do is take care of yourself," Qi Luoi said with a cold voice right then.
Upon hearing Qi Luoi's words, a look of dejection crossed Cheng Bufan's face.
"Kou Yan, I'll give you a chance right now. If you release Qi Luoi, I promise to let you go," Ding Fan told Kou Yan at that mont.
"People these days love to brag. Have you taken a look at who you are? Could it be that you, a re disciple, really think you have the power to decide my life and death?"
Kou Yan reacted as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
At that mont, the person Ding Fan had disguised himself as was rely an ordinary disciple of the Quanzhen Xuann; that's why Kou Yan couldn't care less about Ding Fan.
Ding Fan shook his head slightly. "You will regret the choice you're making now."
"Well, I would like to see how I end up regretting it," Kou Yan said with disdain.
Just then, Ding Fan's figure flickered, and he vanished from the scene in an instant.
Kou Yan's brows furrowed slightly, and he attempted to press the blade of the Longsword in his hand against Qi Luoi's neck as a warning to prevent any rash actions.
However, while Kou Yan's plan seed sound, as he moved the Longsword in his hand, he found that the blade was fixed in place as if anchored by sothing untouchable, making any movent impossible.
"Hmm?" Kou Yan was astonished, feeling as though he was possessed by a ghost, completely unable to control his own body, let alone his Longsword.
"I told you, if you had released Qi Luoi earlier, I would have spared your life," Ding Fan now stood not far from Kou Yan, speaking.
Kou Yan was stunned.
Before, Ding Fan had been at a considerable distance, but in the blink of an eye, he had appeared right in front of him. The movent technique he displayed was unbelievably preternatural.
Ding Fan didn't give Kou Yan much ti to react. He lifted his foot and kicked straight toward Kou Yan's chest.
Now, it was impossible for Kou Yan to dodge Ding Fan's kick, and like a cannonball shot from its chamber, Kou Yan was sent flying directly.
"Damn! Jia Tong is freaking aweso!"
"Jia Tong is really dominating today!"...
The other disciples of the Quanzhen Xuann, unaware of Jia Tong's true identity, let out shrieks of amazent.
The few from the Myriad Demon Sect were exceedingly powerful, and Kou Yan was the most formidable among them. Yet, such a formidable figure was blown away by a kick from the seemingly insignificant and unknown Jia Tong within their Sect.
The shock was no small matter for the vast majority of Quanzhen Xuann disciples.
Thud...
At that mont, Kou Yan was kicked by Ding Fan and flew out more than ten ters before crashing heavily to the ground.
Ding Fan's kick was infused with a considerable amount of True Qi, so at this mont, Kou Yan struggled desperately, trying hard to stand up again.
But before he could finish speaking, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted straight out.
Watching Kou Yan being shot away, Qi Luoi, who had been under Kou Yan's control, was already dumbfounded. She hadn't expected things to turn around so swiftly; one mont the enemy was holding her hostage, and the next, he was being propelled through the air by soone.
"Go to your father's side, that's where you will be safest," Ding Fan said indifferently to Qi Luoi.
Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, Qi Luoi fell into a daze, montarily lost in thought.
In Qi Luoi's view, Ding Fan was Jia Tong.
On ordinary days, Jia Tong would be very cautious around Qi Luoi, speaking to her with utmost politeness.
But Jia Tong was very different today.
Jia Tong spoke with such composure that it seed transcendent, exuding a closeness that one couldn't help but feel.
Such feelings were sothing the previous Jia Tong had never given Qi Luoi.
"What, you want to stay here, getting in the way?" Ding Fan said, visibly annoyed when he saw Qi Luoi hadn't left.
Kou Yan was indeed an expert, and although Ding Fan had earlier gained an advantage using his agile movents, it was only temporary.
Now, with Qi Luoi refusing to leave, if the two were to engage in a tough fight, Ding Fan knew he wouldn't co off better, hence his cold attitude toward Qi Luoi.
Seeing Ding Fan's annoyance, Qi Luoi, who used to bully Jia Tong in the past, didn't dare to resist his words now.
So, without further ado, Qi Luoi obediently returned to Qi Changran's side, as Ding Fan had directed.
Ignoring Qi Luoi at his side, Ding Fan glanced at Kou Yan standing opposite him. "I can still give you a chance now, cut off both your arms, and I will spare your life."
Ding Fan spoke evenly, devoid of emotion.
Still, even so, Ding Fan's presence was formidable. So who knew Jia Tong could hardly recognize him now.
Jia Tong's aura was akin to a grand figure leading thousands of troops.
"Ridiculous, today's outco can only be death. Even if I die, I must take soone with ," Kou Yan said coldly.
"Earlier, you had a chance to live just by releasing Qi Luoi. Now, by severing your arms, I would spare you, but you chose to miss all opportunities. So, don't bla ," Ding Fan said in his usual calm tone, right hand sweeping through the air.
At that mont, a longsword appeared in Ding Fan's hand.
"This longsword is nad 'Forget ,' dying under its blade, you wouldn't have any regrets," Ding Fan's tone remained flat.
When Ding Fan drew the longsword, the crowd gasped in amazent.
The blue light shimring from Ding Fan's longsword indicated it was a treasure. The disciples of Quanzhen Xuann seldom had the chance to see such marvels, so witnessing Ding Fan with the sword incited their astonishnt.
Not just the disciples, even Qi Changran, the sect leader of Quanzhen Xuann, glead with interest.
The grade of Ding Fan's longsword was undoubtedly high - such a supre sword in Jia Tong's hand was an unexpected sight.
Seeing this premium longsword, Qi Changran beca even more convinced that the Ding Fan confronting the enemy was not the Jia Tong of before.
"Today, even if I die, I'll take several down with !" Kou Yan roared defiantly.
Ding Fan smiled indifferently. "I'm just an ordinary disciple of Quanzhen Xuann. Frankly, I have no special skills, rely a disciple guarding the gate. Yet, you experts from Myriad Demon Sect can't even handle , a re gatekeeper; perhaps your sect should just disband here and now."
Ding Fan's words were astonishingly aggravating.
The disciples of Quanzhen Xuann cheered wildly upon hearing him.
Previously, a person impersonating a servant from Myriad Demon Sect snuck in and, boasting superior skills, killed a protector of Quanzhen Xuann, even grievously wounding another.
The mbers of Quanzhen Xuann were annoyed, believing that a re servant had caused such chaos. Now, Ding Fan, posing as an ordinary disciple, to ridicule Myriad Demon Sect, was highly satisfying for them.
Kou Yan's face turned extrely unsightly. "Boy, you've ssed with my plans repeatedly. Today, even if I have to die, I'll make sure you go with ..."
As Kou Yan finished speaking, his longsword streaked a bright line through the air, then lunged straight for Ding Fan's chest.
Ding Fan, despite his nonchalance, was cautious in reality.
Imdiately, Ding Fan's "Forget " swung horizontally, an strong gust eting the opponent's sword attack head-on.
The two traded blows, quickly engaging in combat.
Although many disciples of Quanzhen Xuann surrounded the arena, the interior was eerily silent. All eyes were fixed on Ding Fan and Kou Yan in the arena.
"Who do you think has better odds, Brother Jia Tong or Kou Yan?"
"I think it's Jia Tong. Haven't you noticed how reliable he is today, with such high cultivation? The opponent is simply no match for him,"...
Inside the arena, Ding Fan and Jia Tong had been duking it out for nearly half an hour, and the victor was yet to be determined.
Kou Yan's cultivation was already high, and coupled with his varied and sophisticated Blade Technique, plus the fact that Ding Fan had been intentionally observing his Blade Technique, Kou Yan had managed to survive for a while longer.
"Die..." Kou Yan, failing to hit Ding Fan, had grown sowhat frenzied. He roared, launching a furious and rapid succession of strikes towards Ding Fan.
"Take this..." With a flick of his right hand, Ding Fan's longsword shot straight towards Kou Yan. Kou Yan dodged, narrowly evading the blade.
Kou Yan was taken aback; he hadn't expected Ding Fan to throw his Magic Artifact directly.
"You're dead now!" Kou Yan said with a cruel face!
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