The matters of the Thirteen Gates were unknown to others, but as the leader, Lao Jiang was aware of them.
The Thirteen Gates consisted of only twelve people, because they were a sect too small to be any smaller. Moreover, they engaged in nefarious deeds, and in fear of retaliation, they had no fixed location for their sect; the mbers all operated independently.
In order to unite everyone, the Thirteen Gates would et on his yacht periodically. However, this ti, only ten people showed up. Lao Jiang had thought that Old Crooked and Scarface, the two absentees, were simply delayed by so matters, but upon hearing Ding Fan's words, his expression beca grave.
"So you an to say, Scarface and Old Crooked were both killed by you?" Old Crooked asked with a serious face.
Ding Fan nodded, which served as his response.
"Lao Jiang, his killing of your n has nothing to do with us; please let us go," Du Lei pleaded at this mont.
At this ti, Zhang Liang and others also quickly said, "Please let us go..."
Lao Jiang didn't even glance at Du Lei and Zhang Liang. "Everyone present here today must die!"
Boom... At this mont, Hao Wenyong, who had been silent all this while, fainted from fear.
Whiz... Just then, Fei Yin stepped forward from the side.
"Leader, let take care of this person," he said.
Lao Jiang looked at Fei Yin and nodded.
Fei Yin's right hand flickered, and in his hand appeared a so-called judge's pen.
The judge's pen is a weapon specifically designed to target acupoints, made entirely of brass and roughly the sa size as a writing brush, with a sharp tip.
"How did you control those dice just now? Tell , and I might make your death a bit more comfortable," Fei Yin proposed.
Up to this point, Fei Yin still did not understand how Ding Fan had controlled the dice.
Ding Fan did not bother to waste words with Fei Yin and simply flicked his right hand, suddenly unleashing a Wind Blade that struck out at Fei Yin.
Squish... Fei Yin's right arm was imdiately severed by Ding Fan's slash...
What just happened?
Everyone present was stunned. Zhang Liang, Du Lei, and the others simply could not comprehend how Ding Fan accomplished it. To them, it seed like Ding Fan had simply raised his hand, and Fei Yin's arm had fallen.
"You..." Fei Yin instinctively stepped back, both shocked and enraged as he looked at his fallen arm.
The opponent had not uttered a word before cutting off his arm.
Just as Fei Yin thought of rushing at Ding Fan in a desperate fight, Lao Jiang stepped forward.
"You have already beco an Earth Level Martial Artist?" Lao Jiang's face grew dark.
Condensing wind into a blade...
Lao Jiang, having seen many battles, knew that only Martial Artists above the Earth Level could use Wind Blade. However, Ding Fan's youth made it all seem surreal to him.
Fei Yin, hearing Lao Jiang's words, fell silent.
He now understood how Ding Fan had controlled the dice earlier. If Ding Fan could condense wind into a blade, it was naturally not difficult for him to control the dice with his Inner Strength.
"You practice Yin Cultivation, harming the heavens and the Earth. Since you've co before , it's natural for to get rid of you," Ding Fan stated indifferently, his tone not at all like one who was about to engage in a fierce battle, but rather as if he were chatting casually.
Lao Jiang's lips curled slightly. "You're quite talented, young man. But if you think you can co to the Thirteen Gates and strut around just because of your cultivation, then you're mistaken..."
Lao Jiang spoke, anwhile taking a golden Pill from his bosom.
The people of the Thirteen Gates were stunned to see him do this.
The golden Pill was well known within the Thirteen Gates; it was called the Energy-accumulating Pill.
This Pill was designed to stimulate the body's latent potential. In simple terms, once swallowed, one's cultivation would burst forth for a short ti.
However, the Pill also greatly hard the user. Generally speaking, after taking this Pill, one would be bedridden for at least three months, and it would take a large quantity of Spirit Herb dicine Pills to restore one's health.
Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, mbers of the Thirteen Gates would not use the Energy-accumulating Pill.
The people of the Thirteen Gates had not expected their leader to take out this trump card without even starting a fight.
Others might not understand, but Lao Jiang knew very well that his cultivation was only at the Second Grade of Earth Level, and he was unable to use Wind Blade.
Ding Fan was approaching with overwhelming montum, so he had to fight with all his might without holding back.
Boom...
After swallowing the Energy-accumulating Pill, Lao Jiang's muscles bulged violently, and the swiftly expanding muscles tore through his clothes.
In just a matter of seconds, Lao Jiang changed from an ordinary man into a two-ter-tall monster bristling with muscles.
Lao Jiang now resembled the monsters seen in Hollywood films, with blood-red eyes and even fangs at the corners of his mouth, looking terrifying.
Zhang Liang and Du Lei, as well as Hao Jie beside them, had never witnessed such a scene. In just a short mont, all three were scared into cowering in the corner and started to cry out loud.
Zhang Wanyue and Qin Manshu had ingested the Pills given to them by Ding Fan earlier, so they didn't react quite as violently.
But they were still deeply shaken. Now, they couldn't help but worry about Ding Fan.
The people of the Thirteen Gates, seeing this, started to gloat. In their view, their leader had now unleashed his latent potential, and Ding Fan, no matter how formidable, was definitely no match for him.
"Kid, you're dead!"
"Leader is mighty!"
...
"Kid, to ss with the people of the Thirteen Gates, you must die!" After saying this, Lao Jiang's fist, as large as a sandbag, swung directly, hamring towards Ding Fan.
The fist carried a gust of wind, and everyone around could feel it.
Such a powerful punch would certainly be lethal if it struck.
But what was truly shocking was yet to co.
Facing Lao Jiang's formidable fist, Ding Fan didn't even think to dodge; he simply extended his right hand.
Boom...
That sandbag-sized fist was intercepted by just one of Ding Fan's hands.
At this point, Lao Jiang's fra could absolutely fit Ding Fan. The fist was as large as a waterlon, yet against all odds, Ding Fan stopped it with just one hand.
The people from Thirteen Gates were utterly astonished.
Was Ding Fan really just over twenty years old? Are people nowadays overfed on fertilizers? So young, yet so abnormal.
Beside him, Zhang Wanyue, who had been worried for Ding Fan, now saw him coolly intercept the blow with one hand and she couldn't help but leap up in joy.
"Brother Fan is mighty... Go, Brother Fan!"
Qin Manshu watched Ding Fan with eyes filled with admiration...
Only a strong man could earn the admiration of a remarkable woman...
"You..." Clearly, Lao Jiang hadn't expected that even after swallowing an Energy-accumulating Pill, he'd still fail to gain the upper hand against Ding Fan.
And to add insult to injury, Ding Fan had caught his punch with such casual ease.
While Lao Jiang was still dazed, Ding Fan had already made his move.
Ding Fan's figure flickered, moving in close to Lao Jiang.
Before his adversary could react, Ding Fan's fist thundered out.
Boom...
It was just one punch, but it landed squarely on Lao Jiang's face.
Instantly, Lao Jiang's face caved in under the force of Ding Fan's powerful punch, his eyes, nose, and mouth rging into one bloody ss...
Thump...
The massive fra crashed heavily to the ground. Brain matter quickly seeped out of Lao Jiang's head, blood spreading everywhere. It was clear that Lao Jiang was dead beyond any doubt.
Earlier, Lao Jiang had thought he could crush Ding Fan with a single punch, but now, he had been killed by Ding Fan's fist.
The mbers of Thirteen Gates were all dumbstruck.
Their leader was the most cultivated among them, and he had even taken an Energy-accumulating Pill...
Yet despite that, Ding Fan had still managed to slay him... and it was a strikingly showy one-punch kill...
Shock, absolute shock took hold of Thirteen Gates, leaving them speechless...
Zhang Liang and Du Lei looked at each other...
They had never imagined that Ding Fan could be so powerful; the transford Lao Jiang had already been terrifying, and yet he couldn't withstand a single punch from Ding Fan...
Swoosh... At that mont, a figure quickly darted to Zhang Wanyue's side and pressed a knife directly against her throat.
The person holding Zhang Wanyue hostage was a middle-aged man with a crew cut, dark rings under his eyes, a clear sign of debauchery.
Ding Fan's gaze sharpened. "Let her go, or you'll die!"
"Kid, if you don't want her to die, then clear the way and let us go," the crew-cut man said.
The crew-cut man knew that even if all mbers of Thirteen Gates combined their strength, they wouldn't stand a chance against Ding Fan, so he thought of fleeing quickly.
"Big Brother, we're not asking for anything else, just let us go... we definitely won't harm her..." At this mont, another mber of Thirteen Gates pleaded.
"Right, just let us go. We're only asking for a way out"...
Qin Manshu found the situation sowhat amusing when she saw this.
In the movies and TV shows, those who take hostages are always tough, but these mbers of Thirteen Gates, even though holding Zhang Wanyue, were begging for their lives.
Swish... Just then, Ding Fan sent a Wind Blade slicing through the air.
Chuff... The crew-cut man, still holding Zhang Wanyue, didn't even have ti to react before the hand holding her was cut off.
Thirteen Gates couldn't believe what they were seeing.
They had not anticipated that Ding Fan would dare to use a Wind Blade under such circumstances. Didn't he fear injuring Zhang Wanyue?
Ding Fan knew he could never hurt Zhang Wanyue.
His cultivation had reached the mid-stage of Foundation Establishnt, and his control over the Wind Blade was absolutely masterful.
"Ah..." The crew-cut man let out a wretched scream.
Qin Manshu had been standing close to Zhang Wanyue and took the opportunity to pull Wanyue to her side.
Now nothing stood between the crew-cut man and Ding Fan.
Seizing the chance, Ding Fan launched another Wind Blade which cut the crew-cut man in half instantly.
In an instant, blood and viscera spread across the ground, and the crew-cut man was dead, beyond any doubt of living again.
"Screw it!"
The remaining mbers of Thirteen Gates understood that there was no way Ding Fan would let them go; rather than wait for death, they might as well fight to the bitter end.
However, just as they moved to fight with the desperation of trapped beasts,
Ding Fan had already sent out several Wind Blades in quick succession. In the blink of an eye, the several mbers of Thirteen Gates were sliced into pieces, their blood, limbs, and innards strewn across the ground.
For these evil cultivators who had lost all scraps of humanity, Ding Fan couldn't possibly muster any rcy, so he showed no restraint whatsoever in his attacks.
To kill the wicked is to save the world...
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