Top-tier Unruly Master

At this moment, seeing Ding Fan in such a scene, Wang Hu couldn't help but look tense, and immediately threw the longsword in his hand towards Ding Fan.

"Big brother, catch the sword!"

Taking advantage of the opponent's moment of relaxation, Ding Fan grabbed the longsword thrown by Wang Hu and immediately slashed toward the opponent's lower section!

Watching this, Meng Haotian's face showed a hint of murderous intent, and he directly used his sword to block the opponent's longsword.

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out as a series of sparks erupted.

Crunch!

Immediately after, the longsword in Ding Fan's hand was once again cut into two pieces by the opponent's treasured sword.

At this moment, Ding Fan's eyes grew solemn, indicating that the opponent's treasured sword was indeed extraordinary.

Seeing this scene, Wang Hu couldn't help but look shocked, not expecting the opponent's silver sword to be so formidable, as ordinary weapons were no match for it.

Then Ding Fan gave Wang Hu a look, indicating not to give him another Reng Sword, as the opponent's weapon was not ordinary, and at the moment he had no good weapon to use.

Wang Hu understood Ding Fan's intention, but he was extremely anxious inside, knowing that the opponent had a treasured sword, while Ding Fan had nothing, putting them at a clear disadvantage!

At this moment, several white-clad disciples around Meng Zihao couldn't help but look extremely proud at the sight.

"Captain Meng's weapon is indeed no ordinary item, and that kid has no weapon to use now!"

"It seems that kid's death is near!"

"I didn't expect Captain Meng to be so skilled with a sword! Truly impressive!"

"Let me tell you, there aren't many people who can force Captain Meng to use a sword!"

"..."

For a moment, over a dozen white-clad disciples began to discuss animatedly.

At this moment, Meng Zihao looked smugly at Ding Fan, his eyes filled with anger and resentment. His cousin's swordsmanship was far beyond what was on display now, and he thought, Ding Fan, you just wait to die! By then, he would surely win Lianzi's heart and make sure to crush you to dust in front of her!

At this moment, Lianzi inadvertently glanced at Meng Zihao and couldn't help but find his vile expression disgusting. She then turned her head to look at Ding Fan, extremely worried in her heart, as it was clear that Ding Fan was already at a complete disadvantage, with no weapon in hand; she truly wondered how long he could hold out.

At this moment, Ding Fan's steps constantly changed in strange patterns, almost as though he were stepping on stars, which looked very peculiar.

With these strange steps, Ding Fan continuously evaded the opponent's longsword successfully. Meng Haotian, seeing Ding Fan constantly dodging his silver sword, couldn't help but feel furious.

He was very confident in his silver sword, believing that there were very few weapons in the world that could surpass it!

Meng Haotian then looked at Ding Fan with a ghostly smile.

"Just running, let's see how long you can keep running!"

Immediately, Meng Haotian's face turned sullen, and with his longsword in hand, he started slashing wildly while his other hand changed positions continuously, achieving a balance of attack and defense, making it hard for Ding Fan to find an opportunity.

Ding Fan kept releasing Wind Blades towards Meng Haotian, but Meng Haotian, using some unknown move, blocked them all, without taking any damage.

At this moment, Wang Hu, Lianzi, and the others couldn't help but sweat in nervousness for Ding Fan. He was in a really passive situation as he couldn't do anything against the opponent!

Watching Meng Haotian, Ding Fan realized that the opponent's move was obviously a formidable martial skill routine. Although he couldn't find a way to break it, he could tell the opponent was gearing up for a significant move!

Meng Haotian kept swinging his silver sword, not exactly targeting Ding Fan, but within a brief moment, many tiny ice-like patterns formed around Meng Haotian. These patterns resembled miniature silver swords, each tinged with a chilling aura, sending a shiver down anyone's spine!

Soon, the small ice swords around Meng Haotian became bigger and denser, continuously rotating around his body, forming a gust of wind around him.

Meng Haotian then looked coldly at Ding Fan, thinking that he would soon understand what it means to have nowhere to be buried!

Seeing this scene, Ding Fan's face became very solemn, experiencing unprecedented pressure, knowing that if the opponent's move struck him, it would truly be a close brush with death!

However, at that life-and-death moment, Ding Fan suddenly noticed a movement from the opponent, and his mind froze for a moment. Then he seemingly recalled something, prompting his mind to race in thought.

Suddenly, Ding Fan felt overjoyed; he didn't expect to suddenly comprehend the "Golden Dragon Emergence" at this crucial life-and-death juncture!

So that's how it is!

Ding Fan had been racking his brain over some problems without any resolution, but in an instant, everything clicked into place, leaving him incredibly excited.

The difficulty of learning "Golden Dragon Emergence" made Ding Fan truly admire it. One must understand that the white-robed man in the stele exhibited a thousand changing moves, and who knows how many techniques he used, yet Ding Fan could only clearly discern one move, and he spent almost a week without comprehending it fully.

Ding Fan had always been confident in his own comprehension skills. Forget about regular martial techniques, which he could master quickly—he wouldn't take a week to understand Heavenly Level techniques either.

In the Cultivation World, martial techniques and cultivation techniques are abundant, and they vary in quality and difficulty. Hence, they are divided into four levels: the highest is Heavenly Level, then Earth Level, Profound Level, and Yellow-Level.

Ding Fan could see that Meng Haotian's swordsmanship seemed to be classified as an Earth Level technique, which was quite impressive. After all, for a regular Sect disciple, obtaining a Profound Level technique was already a significant achievement. Not everyone could cultivate an Earth Level technique; one needed a sufficient cultivation level, at least reaching the Late Nascent Soul Stage.

For an ordinary cultivator, only by reaching the Emergence Stage could one barely manage to cultivate an Earth Level technique.

It was evident that Ding Fan realized Meng Haotian, although not great in personality, had a decent talent for cultivation; otherwise, he couldn't have attained the position of Captain of the Outer Sect Disciples.

Ding Fan could discern that Meng Haotian had cultivated this swordsmanship quite well, but there was a massive difference when compared to the fist technique he saw in the stele.

Ding Fan even sensed that even Heavenly Level techniques and martial skills didn't possess the difficulty of that fist technique, which was extraordinarily challenging.

At the same time, Ding Fan was acutely aware that mastering this fist technique would be incredible. Forget about the elders of the Dayang Sect; even the Sect Leader might not be a match for a master of this fist technique. However, Ding Fan also understood that fully mastering this fist technique would require significant effort; it wasn't something that could be learned easily!

What Ding Fan didn't expect at this moment was that he actually had an epiphany with this move "Golden Dragon Emergence" in a life-and-death situation, which was a massive surprise!

At this moment, Wang Hu noticed the growing momentum on Meng Haotian's side, while Ding Fan inexplicably fell into a daze. Wasn't this seeking death? What was the brother thinking by making such a rookie mistake!

"Brother, brother, be careful!"

Wang Hu shouted directly at Ding Fan. Seeing that Meng Haotian was about to unleash his unique skill, how could his brother space out at such a critical moment!

At this moment, Lianzi also became extremely nervous upon witnessing the scene, deeply worried for Ding Fan. What on earth was he thinking at such a crucial time!

Seeing this, Meng Zihao felt immense pride within. Ding Fan, you're about to die. My cousin Meng Haotian's move, Myriad Swords of Ice, I've seen before. Even cultivators at the early Emergence Stage have perished at his hands with this move. But you, a mere outer sect disciple, regardless of your Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivation, have no chance but to await death!

"Isn't that boy scared stiff by the captain!"

"This kid must have foreseen his death and is now praying!"

"Haha, no matter how strong he is, he won't escape death in a moment!"

"I thought this Ding Fan was more formidable, but this is all he amounts to. If it were me, I'd have fled long ago, rather than waiting for an opponent to beat me!"

"Hmph! Even if he wants to run, do you think he can escape?"

"The captain is building momentum to ensure a single, certain kill strike, so how could he let him escape!"

"..."

For a moment, everyone was engaged in surprised discussions.

Watching Ding Fan's demeanor, they couldn't help but disdainfully feel sorrow for him; he was a living person now, but in a moment, he would become a corpse!

At this moment, Meng Haotian's display was already terrifying, with rings of small icy swords circling him constantly, forming a whirling gust.

"Myriad Swords of Ice!"

Meng Haotian roared as his sword swung directly toward Ding Fan's position! Along with that, numerous chilling silver swords led the way, mixed with countless icy swords in the whirlwind, rushing toward Ding Fan!

"Golden Dragon Emergence!"

Ding Fan shouted ferociously, his fists swinging rapidly, fiercely striking toward the silver swords coming straight at him!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of dull clashes echoed.

Only to see Ding Fan's fist, forming the shape of a giant dragon, hurled toward the mass of icy swords with a terrifying roar and ferocity.

The violent attacks from both sides collided, shaking the heavens and earth. The surrounding trees were all snapped one by one by the shock, and for a while, the bystanders could barely open their eyes against the torrents of wind!

At this sight, everyone wore a look of shock on their faces!

No one expected both sides' attacks to be so intense. For a moment, Wang Hu tried hard to keep his eyes open and looked at Ding Fan with great concern.