Top-tier Unruly Master

At this moment, Sun Hua was clear in his heart that even though his hatred for Ding Lin was immense, the most pressing matter for both of them was to flee immediately. It was evident that their opponent had even slain Elder Zhao, who was at the Spirit Severing Stage, clearly demonstrating their formidable strength, far beyond what the two of them could handle. Immediately, Sun Hua and the Scar-faced man, who were hiding in a room, planned to escape.

As soon as Sun Hua and the other stepped out of the door, a figure had already blocked their path. Seeing who it was, Sun Hua and his companion couldn't help but feel a deep fear; it was none other than Ding Fan.

The idea of escaping under Ding Fan's Divine Sense was clearly impossible for Sun Hua and the Scar-faced man, and Ding Fan wouldn't just let them walk away. Their intention was to kill him, so there was no reason for him to spare them. Ding Fan knew that his opponents were the kind of people who would not shed tears until they saw their coffin. Letting them go now would only lead them to seek revenge later.

Ding Fan would certainly not make the mistake of letting the tiger return to the mountain. He wouldn't care what background they had. For Ding Fan, as long as someone was his enemy, there was only one solution – eliminate them. After all, this was the Cultivation World, unlike Earth where there were laws, sometimes offering people a second chance. In a world where the strong prey on the weak, such things are unnecessary.

"What do you want! I'm telling you! I am the son of the Vice City Lord. If you want to kill me, you'd better think about your future, because in Dancheng, no one can stand against the City Lord Mansion!"

At this moment, Sun Hua looked at Ding Fan, obviously filled with terror. Facing Ding Fan, he was immensely frightened. With Ding Fan blocking their path, it was clear he wouldn't let them go. Sun Hua dreaded Ding Fan immensely. After all, he had slain even Elder Zhao of the Spirit Severing Stage, clearly not someone Sun Hua could contend with. Yet, despite his fear, Sun Hua believed that as the son of the Vice City Lord, Ding Fan would have to consider the consequences of killing him.

Given that they were still in Dancheng, Sun Hua believed it would be easy for his father, the Vice City Lord, to deal with Ding Fan. Thus, even if Ding Fan wanted to kill him, he wouldn't dare to do so!

At this moment, the Scar-faced man, upon seeing Ding Fan and hearing the Young Master's words, hesitated a little, failing to notice the deep-seated mockery within Ding Fan. Mistaking Ding Fan's silence for fear of Sun Hua's words, the Scar-faced man, following Sun Hua's lead, scornfully said:

"That's right! We are from the City Lord Mansion. If you want to do anything, you'd better think about the consequences. No matter how powerful you are, remember you're still in Dancheng. In plain words, you should weigh your options carefully and see if you can really stand against the City Lord Mansion!"

At this moment, the Scar-faced man spoke to Ding Fan with great disdain, evidently believing Ding Fan was too cowardly to oppose the City Lord Mansion. After all, the City Lord Mansion was the most powerful force in Dancheng, and no one dared to go against it. Even if you were a dragon or a tiger outside, here you'd have to lie low!

Whoosh!

Ah!

In the next instant, Ding Fan simply flicked his wrist, releasing a Wind Blade. The Scar-faced man was cut in half, clearly dead beyond doubt. The Scar-faced man never realized that Ding Fan would act so decisively against him, without a hint of hesitation. In his last moment, the Scar-faced man realized that in Ding Fan's eyes, the City Lord Mansion held no significance whatsoever. His words had completely angered Ding Fan, and he only understood as he lay dying that Ding Fan had shown mercy earlier with his Wind Blade.

To the Scar-faced man, this Wind Blade left no room for defense; his strength was insignificant before Ding Fan, who was completely beyond his league. The Scar-faced man's eyes were filled with regret as he died.

Seeing this scene, Sun Hua couldn't help but tremble in his heart. The opponent's methods were too cruel. His cultivation was only slightly higher than the Scar-faced man's, so he was definitely no match for Ding Fan. Though immensely frightened, Sun Hua still looked disdainfully at the dead Scar-faced man and said contemptuously:

"Trash is trash! If you want to try killing someone! At least recognize your place. I am the son of the Vice City Lord, and he's nothing, truly courting death!"

Sun Hua spoke with great disdain towards the dead Scar-faced man, clearly showing no sympathy or pity. Sun Hua's attitude towards Ding Fan had drastically changed. He now realized that Ding Fan was not interested in his background and was incredibly decisive. Sun Hua was truly scared now.

Thus, Sun Hua was now showing no previous arrogance and pride in front of Ding Fan, but instead was trying his best to be humble and flattering. Sun Hua understood that if Ding Fan truly wanted to kill him, he wouldn't stand a chance of survival.

The opponent seemed to not care at all about his father's background.

"Do you have any last words?"

At this moment, Ding Fan paid no heed to the flattering remarks from the other person, his face was quite indifferent as he spoke. Ding Fan's heart felt no anger whatsoever. Even until his death, Scar-faced man couldn't guess this correctly. To Ding Fan, such a person doesn't even deserve his anger, especially when it comes to someone like the supposed Vice City Lord's son.

Ding Fan felt no bit of pity in his heart for this person, as he could see clearly that the opponent was indeed accustomed to being privileged. Even in this situation, Ding Fan could still detect the high and mighty attitude in the other's words. Clearly, Ding Fan disliked this feeling. Ding Fan actually admired how someone like this could have such a strong sense of superiority.

Could it be that having a superior sense of entitlement just because of one's father is considered a capital advantage? Utterly laughable!

Sun Hua, upon hearing the other person's words, felt a chill in his heart. He understood their meaning very well. For a moment, Sun Hua's heart was flustered to the extreme; he finally realized how terrifying the fear of imminent death was. At that moment, he was looking at the other person's eyes – cold and devoid of emotion – and fear had overwhelmed him completely. Clearly, the other person did not intend to spare him.

"I beg you! If you just spare me, I promise I won't cause you any trouble ever again, and I'll definitely have my father give you plenty of benefits..."

"Not necessary!"

Ding Fan heard the absolute desperation in the plea and couldn't help but find it quite amusing. It seems relying on superiority through one's father isn't everlasting. Ding Fan, with icy coldness in his eyes, spoke simultaneously as the Wind Blade in his hand was ready to mercilessly swing down towards the other's head.

Ding Fan understood that what the other said was utter nonsense. Just being the so-called Vice City Lord's son could not have made a Spirit Severing Initial Stage cultivator determined to kill him. This was purely impossible. Ding Fan knew there must be a deeper underlying relationship here, and Ding Fan believed the supposed Vice City Lord likely wanted him dead. It was very possible that the Spirit Severing Initial Stage Elder was dispatched by the Vice City Lord.

With such a relationship, hoping the other wouldn't bother him was clearly unlikely. Moreover, he had slain one of the opponent's Spirit Severing Initial Stage experts; Ding Fan was aware that Spirit Severing Initial Stage cultivators must be scarce in Dancheng, certainly a crucial fighter for them. He had been killed by Ding Fan, would they let him go? This was absolutely impossible.

Just as Ding Fan was about to strike Sun Hua, suddenly, the fat boss stepped in front of Ding Fan.

"Young Master Ding, could you let this one go as a favor to me?"

The fat boss sincerely pleaded with Ding Fan for Sun Hua. To the fat boss, naturally, his heart sided with Ding Fan. But at this moment, Ding Fan was no longer in danger; clearly there was no need for him to worry anymore. While the fat boss thought poorly of Sun Hua, he knew Sun Hua was the Vice City Lord's son. If Ding Lin truly killed him,

Ding Lin clearly would have a blood feud with the Vice City Lord by then. Though Ding Lin was a genius and would definitely be valued by the City Lord, the fat boss believed the City Lord would likely send protection for Ding Lin. But ultimately, Ding Lin was still in Dancheng, and the fat boss was aware that the City Lord couldn't protect Ding Lin indefinitely without pause.

Moreover, if Ding Fan were to leave Dancheng, clearly the City Lord couldn't protect Ding Fan then. If Vice City Lord Sun Long decided to act against Ding Fan, it would be fatal for Ding Fan. After all, Sun Long's cultivation was much stronger than Elder Zhao's before, and obviously no matter how strong Ding Lin was, he would definitely not be a match for Sun Long. Thus, the fat boss pleaded with Ding Fan for Sun Hua, considering the long-term protection of Ding Fan.

Furthermore, for the fat boss, he clearly didn't want to see Sun Hua die in his tavern either, since this tavern was under his jurisdiction. If the opponent were truly to die here, his relationship with Sun Long would become tense. Although the fat boss didn't care much for Sun Long, as a businessman, even if he didn't particularly approve of Sun Long, he naturally wouldn't want to offend him. After all, doing so wouldn't bring him any advantage.

Ding Fan glanced at the fat boss. He knew the fat boss bore no grudge against him, and previously stopped He Qianyao from going to her death, even protecting her which Ding Fan was aware of. Ding Fan was grateful to the fat boss for those acts. But that wouldn't deter Ding Fan's determination to kill the other.

I must acknowledge that it's due to my stronger power that I killed that Spirit Severing Initial Stage cultivator. Otherwise, the one dead on the ground would've been me. In such a situation, even the fat boss couldn't have stopped it. Now, Ding Fan naturally held no reason to spare the person. With a face as icy and indifferent as ever, Ding Fan spoke to the fat boss:

"The other must die! If it wasn't for my superior strength, I'd be the one dead here! Move aside!"

Ding Fan's words left no room for doubt. Clearly, Ding Fan had made up his mind. Hearing this, the fat boss couldn't help but sigh, realizing the other must be slain. He knew if Ding Fan wanted to kill, he couldn't stop him; his cultivation was only at Nascent Soul Late Stage, while the opponent had slain even a Spirit Severing Initial Stage cultivator. How could he stand in Ding Fan's way?