Top-tier Unruly Master

At this moment, Sun Hua and the others watched Ding Fan's scene and couldn't help but feel extremely delighted. In fact, they were also quite shocked by Ding Fan. One must know that Elder Zhao was a cultivator at the Divided Spirit Stage, yet he tangled with the opponent for such a long time, only now inflicting serious injuries and even using his trump card. It's known that even if the opponent was slightly better at alchemy, his cultivation was still merely at the Nascent Soul Stage.

Even if they had misjudged, the opponent could never be a Divided Spirit Stage cultivator! But still, such a cultivator forced Elder Zhao to this extent! It was simply unbelievable!

But at this moment, they were clearly pleased, because no matter how great the opponent's abilities were, he was now being beaten by Elder Zhao without any capability to fight back! This is the gap between the Divided Spirit Stage and ordinary cultivators, which obviously cannot be bridged by any side practices. It should be known that for a Divided Spirit Stage cultivator, everything else is trash.

At this moment, Sun Hua was very happy. Thinking of the opponent's previous arrogance, Sun Hua felt very disdainful, obviously, someone who could be slaughtered at any time, how could he still act so divine?

"Haha... Young Master, the opponent must be finished! I knew this brat was just showing off. To think Elder Zhao, a Divided Spirit Stage cultivator, would fear a small Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, it's simply ridiculous!"

"Once that brat is dead, everything in the Alchemy Cauldron will be ours!"

"By then, even that female cultivator, I will make sure she serves you obediently..."

At this moment, the scar-faced man watching Ding Fan felt incredibly joyous, obviously, his grudge of a Wind Blade would soon be avenged. Once that brat is dead, the scar-faced man has already planned how to torment that female cultivator. The scar-faced man can tell that she has an unusual relationship with that brat. Back on the street, her arrogance is still fresh in the scar-faced man's memory. He very much wanted to see if she was as spirited in bed.

At this moment, Sun Hua heard the words of the scar-faced man, clearly feeling very pleased. Although he wanted to blame the scar-faced man, without the scar-faced man's incompetence, how could there have been so much trouble? But now Sun Hua, seeing Ding Lin's appearance, couldn't help but feel very good, he didn't even have the mood to reprimand the scar-faced man!

Even Sun Hua felt very delighted hearing the scar-faced man insult the opponent...

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The shock among everyone lasted only a moment, but clearly, the situation Ding Fan was facing was not optimistic. Apparently, he had already suffered quite a few injuries. Moreover, the elder still held a short axe, fiercely charging at him, clearly aiming to completely obliterate him with this strike.

Ding Fan could see this and indeed had a sense of crisis in his heart, yet he felt no fear. Having witnessed the elder's trump card, Ding Fan was even more eager to fight. One must know Ding Fan was no longer just a cultivator, but a true divine warrior, evidently with Divine Vigor flowing through him instead of True Qi.

The greatest advantage of this Divine Vigor is its better recovery ability compared to True Qi. Furthermore, Ding Fan had been focusing on physical training from a young age, thus his recovery ability is astounding. In just a few breaths, Ding Fan had mostly recovered. Additionally, he had dodged the most severe part of the attack, meaning his injuries were not fatal.

Thus Ding Fan quickly regained some physical condition, now having nearly the full strength of the Ninth Level.

At this moment, Ding Fan saw the elder rushing at him with a short axe and immediately sprang forward, directly clashing his flying sword with the opponent's assault. Evidently, Ding Fan's speed was incredibly fast now, surprising the elder who couldn't believe that despite being hit by his attack, the opponent could still run so swiftly with fighting spirit, which astounded the elder, not expecting the opponent could reach this state.

The opponent seemed unaffected by the attacks. It's known that this series of attacks couldn't be withstood by a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator, nor could a Divided Spirit Stage cultivator look like the opponent. It was simply too astonishing!

The elder was shocked, yet his stance didn't waver, even increasing the force a bit, clearly intending to smash the opponent to pieces, even if the opponent were some indestructible iron man!

Ding ding ding...

The flying sword in Ding Fan's hand suddenly launched a series of strikes against the short axe, producing a series of clashing sounds. Ding Fan continuously shifted his stance, even his footwork was eerily mysterious, akin to stepping on stars, making it impossible for anyone to sense his presence. Evidently, Ding Fan had already deployed the martial arts from the stele.

Ding Fan understood that the martial arts within the stele were not ordinary martial arts, clearly enough to give the elder opponent a tough time.

At this moment, the elder watched Ding Fan's form attacking, feeling a bit horrified in his heart. Whether it was the footwork or the swordsmanship of the opponent, it was all very strange. As a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, he couldn't grasp the opponent's movements at all, which greatly shocked the elder!

However, a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage is still a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. Evidently, in just the blink of an eye, the elder suddenly wielded a short axe and began spinning in the air. Very soon, a gust of wind had surrounded the elder like a barrier, tightly protecting his body. This gust of wind, centered on the elder, clearly held great destructive power. In just a short moment, the bricks and tiles on the ground had been completely lifted up. At this time, even Ding Fan, who was closest to the elder, felt the power of the gust, not to mention He Qianyao, who was farther away. Clearly, stones and sand flew all around, with the sand driven by the wind like sharp blades, cutting through everyone around.

At this time, He Qianyao couldn't help but mobilize all her True Qi to protect herself. However, she clearly did not expect the power of this gust. Her protective layer of True Qi couldn't withstand the flying sand and stones at all; the wind grew stronger, and those usually insignificant grains of sand now acted like sharp knives, extremely sharp. Her True Qi layer was shredded by the sand in just an instant. He Qianyao felt shocked in her heart, realizing the power even at such a distance from the elder. How could Ding Fan, who was much closer, fare any better?

Very soon, He Qianyao found she no longer had the energy to spare for Ding Fan. Clearly, she was already swinging her longsword to fend off the flying sand and stones. Unfortunately, these sands and stones were very fine, easily finding their way through the smallest gaps, making it clear she was defenseless against them.

In no time, He Qianyao's clothes were full of cuts. Her face being the only part well-protected, the rest of her body was covered with numerous wounds, clearly an unfavorable situation.

For a moment, He Qianyao felt a bit of despair. Knowing that the opponent's wind grew faster and larger, the flying sands became more and more fierce, beyond what she could defend against. He Qianyao realized she was witnessing the true means of a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, leaving her utterly shocked.

At ordinary times, Nascent Soul Stage cultivators seemed to have nothing special about them, but only at critical moments of life and death would one understand how truly dangerous they could be!

Just as He Qianyao was unable to withstand it anymore, suddenly an extra layer of True Qi protection surrounded her, pulling her away from the wind blades of flying sand and stones. In that instant, she looked gratefully at the person who had helped her, naturally, it was the fat shopkeeper. At this moment, the fat shopkeeper, being at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, was clearly not comparable to ordinary cultivators.

However, even the fat shopkeeper was significantly affected by Elder Zhao's gust attack. Fortunately, his protective layer of True Qi was a bit stronger, and combined with the constant defense against the flying sand and stones using his longsword, he managed to hold on. When he saw He Qianyao struggling, he immediately extended his True Qi protective layer to cover her.

Upon seeing He Qianyao's grateful expression, the fat shopkeeper said with some shame in his heart:

"Protecting you can be considered compensation for Young Master Ding Lin..."

He Qianyao was taken aback upon hearing the fat shopkeeper's words. Knowing how powerful the elder's Nascent Soul Stage attack was, the damage inflicted from such a distance was significant enough for them, not to mention Ding Fan, who was the closest.

Yet, as He Qianyao looked toward Ding Fan, through the direction of the yellowish flying sand and dust, she obviously couldn't see inside and naturally couldn't see Ding Fan's situation.

Even though the fat shopkeeper also couldn't see how Ding Fan was doing, he was certainly aware in his heart. Elder Zhao's move was evidently his ultimate trump card, and even if Ding Fan had extraordinary abilities, he wouldn't escape the elder's one attack. The fat shopkeeper, being a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator and even at such a distance, was greatly battered by the residual effects, let alone Ding Lin who was directly targeted!

Clearly, Ding Lin was doomed!

At this point, Sun Hua and the scar-faced man had already completely run away, out of sight. Evidently, Elder Zhao's attack was something no Nascent Soul Stage cultivators among them could withstand. If they didn't run, even if Ding Lin was still alive, they would already be sliced to pieces!

They had already fled to a distant room. Ding Fan's room was utterly devastated, clearly showing the elder's attack wasn't normal, with massive destructive power. Not only cultivators, but even buildings were hard to avoid being destroyed.

Hence, Sun Hua and the scar-faced man had escaped to a distant room, merely able to glimpse Ding Fan's and Elder Zhao's situation through the window. However, they, too, couldn't see anything clearly at all, everything shrouded in yellow sand and dust!