Top-tier Unruly Master

At this moment, the elder cultivator could not help but feel immense regret, along with a greater sense of shock. It was obvious that he never expected a cultivator at the Early Nascent Soul Stage to display such heaven-defying fist martial arts; it was simply unbelievable! This was absolutely something that ordinary cultivators could not accomplish.

When the elder cultivator thought of this, he suddenly remembered that the opponent was not just an Early Nascent Soul Stage cultivator but rather a true Late Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. Yet even so, he had to acknowledge that he himself, being at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, suffered a loss at the hands of a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator. This was a scenario unimaginable in the Cultivation World!

How exactly did the opponent manage it?

It was clear that the gap between the elder cultivator and Ding Fan wasn't just a difference of a few ranks; it was a whole different tier!

There were instances of reverse-level combat, but how many cultivators could win a reverse-level battle, let alone one with such a vast tier disparity, yet still manage to injure the opponent with one punch. To know that the elder cultivator possessed Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivation; it was just an inconceivable issue, and yet the opponent, a mere Late Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, did it so rigidly!

This is the true genius!

At this moment, the young cultivator Zhong Hao, who often prided himself as a genius, thought with incredible shock. As he watched Ding Fan, it was as if he was looking at a monster; the opponent's actions were simply too reverse-heaven.

Meanwhile, Ye Ningbing, who had been worried about Ding Fan, finally felt at ease after witnessing this scene. She was clearly no longer so concerned about Ding Fan. She understood in her heart that Ding Fan was not acting impulsively but had the confidence to take action; after all, she had seen Ding Fan create too many miracles.

She even had a bit of amusement in her heart, as what might seem miraculous to others, when it came to Ding Fan, might not necessarily be a miracle after all.

He Qianyao, after hearing Ding Fan's words earlier, finally understood that the elder cultivator was part of the group who had massacred the Dayang Sect. At this moment, the animosity in He Qianyao's heart towards the elder was overwhelming. Her father had died by their hands, her relatives also perished by them, and the home she had grown up in was entirely annihilated by them.

In a moment, the vengeance that He Qianyao had quelled for so long began to rise again. Seeing Ding Fan injure the elder filled He Qianyao's heart with immense satisfaction.

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"Bring your life here for those disciples of the Dayang Sect!"

At this moment, Ding Fan's expression was filled with rage, and he gazed at the elder as if looking at a dead man, speaking with utter iciness and hatred. Subsequently, he took out the flying sword and charged at the elder!

Ding Fan would naturally not give the opponent any chance to recover. Clearly, the opponent was severely injured, and Ding Fan believed that his Arctic Chill was still within the elder's body, as his Arctic Chill was not something that could be easily expelled, especially since the Frost Toad was not an ordinary Yuan Beast but was known as a Divine Beast.

Swish!

Ding Fan's longsword surged forward like a thunderbolt, fiercely and swiftly rushing toward the elder.

Upon seeing this, the elder's eyes flashed with shock; evidently, the Arctic Chill within him was not completely clear, and his injuries had no time to recover. The elder knew within his heart that Ding Fan intended to take advantage and kill him in one go.

However, could a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator be so easily slain by a Late Nascent Soul Stage cultivator?

Absolutely not!

At this moment, the elder's mouth curved slightly upward, filled with disdain for Ding Fan, yet without any carelessness. Evidently, his previous complacency left a deep impression on him.

Bang!

Suddenly, the elder cultivator took out a rune from his hand and threw it towards the rapidly approaching Ding Fan.

A sudden explosion erupted.

Boom...

"Deathbind Rune!"

Ding Fan instantly recognized the opponent's rune as a very powerful Deathbind Rune. Simply put, it was a miniature killing formation, a small formation. At this moment, Ding Fan's expression grew somewhat grave.

Clearly, this killing formation wasn't something easily dealt with.

An infuriated He Qianyao, seeing the elder, whom she believed deserved death, throw out a "Deathbind Rune," couldn't help but become visibly anxious. He Qianyao naturally recognized this thing, after all, her father used to be a Sect Master, a master of the Divine Warrior Stage. He Qianyao knew that her father once possessed many such Deathbind Arrays.

Although she knew those Deathbind Arrays were not her father's trump card, it was clear they were formidable enough for her father to carry so many at that time. He Qianyao remembered asking her father how powerful the Deathbind Rune truly was, and her father only said six words: Certain Death for Nascent Souls!

Obviously, He Qianyao still remembered those six words from her father, and it was clear that this Deathbind Rune was certain death for Nascent Soul Stage cultivators, no matter how heaven-defying they were, powerless against it.

Involuntarily, He Qianyao began to worry exceedingly for Ding Fan, as she knew the Deathbind Rune was beyond what Ding Fan could handle.

"Ding Fan..."

For a moment, He Qianyao silently called out Ding Fan's name, her face full of worry. In this new China, Ding Fan was in a cold sweat. Even though Ding Fan was formidable, it was a Deathbind Rune, not something an ordinary cultivator could deal with. He Qianyao knew her father's assessment at the time was very conservative; she understood that even an Emergence Stage cultivator encountering this Deathbind Array wouldn't easily escape with their life.

However, at this moment, He Qianyao deeply realized how weak her own strength was. It was clearly very challenging to go and help Ding Fan.

For a moment, He Qianyao felt anger towards the elder and hatred towards her own lack of strength, all while being immensely worried about Ding Fan's safety. Her heart was a whirl of mixed emotions...

Ye Ningbing, who had initially felt a bit relieved, saw what Ding Fan was facing and couldn't help but start worrying again. Although she didn't know exactly what the Deathbind Rune was, her intelligence told her it was clearly not something easy to contend with...

The two little girl divine warriors saw what Ding Fan was going through and began to feel concerned for him. At the same time, they were amazed at his strength, realizing that even if their master came, it wouldn't be easy to defeat that elder...

The one most anxious in his heart at seeing Ding Fan in this scene was the young cultivator Zhong Hao. He never expected that the old man would have such a terrifying thing as the Deathbind Rune, and Zhong Hao knew that the old man hadn't used it on him initially. At that moment, Zhong Hao felt a mixture of relief and shame in his heart.

Zhong Hao was relieved that the old man didn't use the Deathbind Rune on him. Otherwise, even with his Nascent Soul Early Stage strength, he wouldn't have been able to withstand its attack. The sense of shame came from the fact that the old man hadn't taken him seriously, proving that his strength was inferior to that of a Late Nascent Soul Stage cultivator.

Despite the sense of shame, Zhong Hao was still very worried about Ding Fan. After all, Zhong Hao understood the importance of repaying kindness. Clearly, Ding Fan was helping him, so naturally, Zhong Hao didn't want Ding Fan to die just like that.

Immediately, Zhong Hao raised his longsword and charged at the elder, clearly trying to alleviate some of the pressure on Ding Fan. Although Zhong Hao knew that a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator absolutely couldn't escape the Deathbind Rune, he understood that since Ding Fan had helped him, it wouldn't be right to stand idly by when he was in trouble.

"Kill!"

At this moment, Zhong Hao shouted loudly and charged fiercely at the elder.

The elder saw the young cultivator's move and sneered coldly, clearly not taking the young cultivator seriously. He was merely seeking his own death!

Then the elder suddenly punched the young cultivator, followed by a dull sound that echoed out.

Bang...

In an instant, the longsword in the young cultivator's hand was shattered by the elder's fist technique, and then the young cultivator felt a lightness under his feet as his entire body was blasted away.

Spurt...

A mouthful of blood spurted from the young cultivator's mouth, clearly showing he was severely injured. In a moment, the young cultivator was lying on the ground, unable to stand up.

At this moment, the young cultivator finally realized that the elder was now truly showing his strength. Previously, he hadn't taken the young cultivator seriously at all.

Now, the elder, with a look of utter disdain, slowly walked towards the young cultivator. He clearly didn't have to worry about Ding Fan, knowing that no Nascent Soul Stage cultivator could survive the Deathbind Rune. He had paid a hefty price for it.

If he hadn't underestimated the opponent earlier, resulting in serious injuries, he definitely wouldn't have used this Deathbind Rune. After all, it was too precious. Not only could a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator not survive it, even a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator would be seriously threatened, facing death if careless.

Clearly, the elder wanted to eliminate a threat as soon as possible. Ding Fan's words had deeply humiliated him, as he, a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator, couldn't even deal with an Emergence Stage cultivator for such a long time. It was indeed laughable.

"Now let's see if I can kill an Emergence Stage cultivator!"

The elder's eyes were full of disdain as he approached the young cultivator, uttering mocking words.

The young cultivator started to feel a chill in his heart, realizing the elder exuded a terrifying killing intent. He knew this time he was truly doomed. In this final moment of life and death, he suddenly thought of his master waiting for him with a life-saving spiritual material in the sect, feeling a deep sadness.

"Disciple can't save you, Master..."

"Heh heh!"

The elder saw the young cultivator's expression and let out a cold snort, clearly devoid of any mercy.

Then the elder suddenly took out a very thin and sharp dagger, much longer than the usual kind. His eyes narrowed, and with a wickedly cruel smile on his lips, he raised the dagger and fiercely stabbed it towards the young cultivator.

Clearly, this strike would be fatal for the young cultivator.

The young cultivator seemed to have given up on resistance, shutting his eyes filled with unwillingness, clearly not having expected his life to end this way.