Top-tier Unruly Master

Now, both Lin Yanxi and Hu Jin were under the control of the other party. If he acted rashly, these two people would certainly die. Therefore, at this moment, Ding Fan did not say much and followed the beautiful girl out of the Mountain Villa Hotel.

After leaving the Mountain Villa Hotel, there was a black sedan parked outside. After the pretty girl got into the car, Ding Fan did not hesitate to follow and got into the vehicle as well.

After Ding Fan got into the car, two more martial artists followed suit, and only then did the vehicle slowly start moving.

It wasn't long before the car exited the resort and eventually came to a secluded forest. The forest was off the beaten track and looked rarely visited.

Ding Fan was brought out of the car by these people and followed them into the woods.

"Ding Fan, I bet you didn't expect, we would meet again so soon," said someone as soon as they entered the woods and reached a huge boulder where two figures were already waiting.

Without even using his Divine Sense, Ding Fan could identify the speaker just by the voice—it was that distasteful voice he found so difficult to forget.

"Qian Jun, it seems that cutting off just one of your arms last time really was letting you off easy," Ding Fan retorted.

The elder who was speaking with Ding Fan was none other than Song Guotao's master, Qian Jun.

"Ding Fan, even now, you still dare to be so arrogant. I honestly don't know whether to admire you or pity you," said Song Guotao, speaking from the side.

Where Qian Jun was, there surely would be his pug. Thus, Ding Fan was not all that surprised to hear Song Guotao there.

"Ding Fan, don't say I didn't give you a chance. Now, if you sever your own arms, I might just spare your life today," Qian Jun said from the side.

The corners of Ding Fan's mouth curved up slightly. "When I cut off one of your arms the other day, you have now come seeking two. How very generous and righteous of you..."

"Ding Fan, my master has been more than kind to you. Now that we've brought so many experts here today, taking your life wouldn't be a problem at all. Yet, my master is only asking for your arms," interjected another.

A person without his arms was as good as dead. This master-disciple pair was indeed as vile as they come.

Three martial artists came with Ding Fan. The two Fifth and Sixth Grade martial artists who had been following Ding Fan were here, along with the young beauty who had led the way.

With such forces arrayed against him, anyone else likely would not stand a chance of leaving alive.

"Stop your blathering. If you want my arms, come and try to take them," Ding Fan spoke with a calm tone.

Qian Jun gave a cold snort. "Impudent youth."

He then addressed the three martial artists. "Brothers from the Three Flames Gate, would you please relieve him of his arms."

The Three Flames Gate?

Ding Fan frowned slightly. Not to mention that he had once killed Qian Jun, a Human Level Grade Eight powerhouse from the Three Flames Gate. Later, when Lin Zhanting's brain vessels were blocked using Inner Strength, wasn't that the work of the Three Flames Gate?

Zhan Ting had mentioned that people from the Three Flames Gate had always believed the Lin Family held an Ancient Martial Arts Technique. Now that the Three Flames Gate's people had shown up here, could it be they were still after the Ancient Martial Arts Techniques of the Lin Family?

With this in mind, Ding Fan's eyes lit up as if he had suddenly understood something.

The people who had kidnapped Lin Yanxi and Hu Jin were also from the Three Flames Gate. They were targeting Lin Yanxi, probably to extract information about the Ancient Martial Arts Techniques...

"Boy, you'd better do as Qian Jun says and sever your own arms. At least that way, you'll suffer less pain," said one of the three martial artists, the one with the highest cultivation, his voice cold and detached.

"Clamor..."

However, Ding Fan didn't wait for them to attack him first. His right hand turned into a knife-hand strike as he darted towards the Sixth Grade middle-aged man.

With the fate of Lin Yanxi and Hu Jin still unknown, Ding Fan could not afford to waste time here. He wanted to settle matters quickly and deal with these people first.

Ding Fan moved incredibly fast. The Sixth Level middle-aged man only saw a blur before Ding Fan was upon him, which caused him to break out in a cold sweat.

In all his years, he had never seen such swift movement. Having trained under the Thousand-Faced Duke, he doubted that even his own master could match Ding Fan's speed.

The middle-aged man managed to roll to the side, though the undignified move was embarrassing for him. Nevertheless, he couldn't care less about his pride at that moment; had he not rolled away, he might well have lost his life.

Swoosh... Yet even so, the middle-aged man's right arm was still cleanly severed by Ding Fan's knife-hand strike.

What was happening?!

The young beauty who had been watching with wide eyes couldn't believe it. The middle-aged man, the highest-cultivated among the three of them at Human Level Sixth Grade, had not been able to withstand even a single move from Ding Fan and had his arm cut off straight away?!

How was this possible?!

At this point, the young beauty was in shock, and the long-haired Human Level Fifth Grade martial artist, who had been silent until then, also struggled to contain his expression.

Just now, he had seen clearly that Ding Fan had used a hand chop to sever the middle-aged man's arm. Even if the palm was infused with Inner Strength, it was still just a palm, which shouldn't possibly be sharper than a blade.

What astonished the long-haired man was that there wasn't the slightest fluctuation of Inner Strength on Ding Fan's body, yet the strength he exhibited was definitely not below the Sixth Level of Qi Cultivation.

"Damn it, everyone attack together and kill him!" The middle-aged man with the severed arm, gritting his teeth, shouted at his companions.

The young beauty immediately pulled out a soft whip from her waist.

With a flick of her wrist, a strong gust of wind swept directly towards Ding Fan.

Although Ding Fan had his back to the young beauty at that moment, his Divine Sense had already taken notice of her. As the whip was about to strike Ding Fan, he was no longer where he had been.

The young beauty was shocked. From the earlier clash between Ding Fan and the middle-aged man, she knew Ding Fan was fast, but she could have never imagined that he could be this quick.

Shoo shoo shoo...

All of a sudden, three barely audible sounds sharply rang out.

As Ding Fan was facing multiple opponents alone, he didn't manage to dodge everything neatly, feeling a numbing sensation in his arm.

"Kid, you may act tough, but you've already been hit by my Tianshan Xue Lian Poison Needle. You're as good as dead today..." The long-haired man said with a sneer on the side.

Ding Fan frowned slightly, glancing at his right shoulder, where indeed, there was a spot of blood. It seemed he had been truly stabbed by that poison needle.

Suddenly, Ding Fan felt his entire shoulder go numb; he knew the poison was spreading.

The speed at which the poison spread was not slow; in the blink of an eye, one of his shoulders had lost all sensation. Ding Fan immediately pressed on several major acupoints on his body to temporarily halt the spread of the poison.

"Mei Niang, go and take his head as revenge for elder brother's arm," the long-haired man said with a hint of arrogance in his voice.

At that moment, Ding Fan's face lost its previous calmness, replaced instead by a solemn and intense killing intent that spread out around him.

The group, not only outnumbering him but also resorting to a sneaky poison needle attack... If they were so eager to take his life, then today, he would happily unleash a fierce slaughter!

Ding Fan's eyes reddened. As he raised his head, an overwhelming killing intent burst forth ferociously.

Feeling the vast killing intent emanating from Ding Fan, the young beauty called Mei Niang found herself stiffening.

The wrath of a cultivator at the Fourth Level of Qi Cultivation was not something an ordinary martial artist could withstand.

Seeing Ding Fan like this, the long-haired man scoffed. "Still putting up a fight? Kid, then let me be the one to send you on your way today!"

After saying this, the long-haired man let out a strange laugh, then dashed towards Ding Fan from a very odd angle.

Although Ding Fan was hit by the poison needle, his True Qi kept the poison under control, and for a moment, it wouldn't affect him much.

This brief moment was not a problem for Ding Fan when dealing with the few people present!

Swoosh!

The long-haired man's hand had suddenly produced a short blade, its sharp edge aiming straight for Ding Fan's throat!

Just as the short blade was about to pierce Ding Fan's throat, he swiftly raised his foot, kicking straight at the long-haired man.

In an instant, an overwhelming force surged out. The long-haired man couldn't have anticipated that Ding Fan could still deliver such a powerful kick.

After being struck, the long-haired man's body flew like a cannonball, smashing a poplar tree with a trunk as thick as a bowl, and went crashing to his death.

Holy shit! What the hell!

At this moment, Qian Jun, who had been watching from the sidelines, was dumbfounded. Having been beaten by Ding Fan before, he knew Ding Fan was strong, but he had no idea he could be this formidable.

Three martial artists of similar strength to his own had joined forces against Ding Fan and were taken down within minutes, each ending up in a terrible state.

The long-haired man was kicked to death, the middle-aged man had an arm chopped off, and Mei Niang was so frightened that she was stupefied...

Ding Fan was only in his twenties, such heaven-defying ability at such a young age!

"Senior, it's all our fault, please have mercy on us..." At this moment, the young beauty known as Mei Niang immediately knelt down.

Ding Fan looked coldly at Mei Niang, with the killing intent in his eyes undiminished.

Seeing Ding Fan's expression, Mei Niang trembled and hurriedly put on a pitiable look. "Senior, as long as you spare me, I am willing to do anything for you... I swear I'll take good care of you..."