Top-tier Unruly Master

The black sedan, which had been speeding along, executed a beautiful drift and came to an abrupt stop, blocking Qin Manshu's car.

Qin Manshu was startled, performing such a maneuver on the road was simply too dangerous. She hastily stepped on the brakes to avoid hitting the car ahead.

"Get down!"

Ding Fan suddenly sensed a murderous intent and immediately pulled Qin Manshu over, holding her tight in his arms.

At the same time, the window of the black sedan rolled down abruptly. A miniature submachine gun was extended out of it.

Just as Qin Manshu was still confused as to why Ding Fan had pulled her into his embrace, the ********** already opened fire.

Da da da... A hail of bullets shot directly at Qin Manshu's car.

Ding Fan held Qin Manshu in his arms; he had intended to use his own body to protect Zhou Ruoran.

However, what happened next made Ding Fan change his mind.

Although the submachine gun was light, the speed of the bullets was not inferior to a real submachine gun. In just an instant, Qin Manshu's car had been turned into a honeycomb. Due to protecting Qin Manshu, Ding Fan also suffered several gunshot wounds.

At this point, Ding Fan didn't dare stay crouched in the car any longer; continuing like this, even as a Cultivator, he wouldn't be able to survive such concentrated gunfire. If a bullet pierced his heart, then even as an Emergence Stage Cultivator, he would have no Life Saving Technique left.

Ding Fan, holding Qin Manshu, leaped directly out of the car.

As Ding Fan and Qin Manshu had just jumped out of the car, a deafening noise erupted.

Qin Manshu's sedan was forcibly exploded by the **********.

Qin Manshu, who had never seen such a scene before, clung to Ding Fan in shock, her eyes completely shut tight. Her face was streaked with tears.

Since Ding Fan and the others had jumped out from the other side of the car, the people inside the black sedan didn't notice them. So, when they saw Qin Manshu's car explode, the people inside the black sedan simply rolled up their windows.

The black sedan roared to life, its tires screeching loudly against the pavement.

An elderly man by the roadside stood spellbound, looking at the scene, and perhaps out of fear, his walking stick slipped from his grasp and dropped to the ground.

After the black sedan charged forward with a mighty start, it rushed straight at the elderly man.

The elder had no chance to brace himself, and as the car hit him, he flew five or six meters before landing, his body drenched in blood, looking unmistakably dead.

After hitting the elderly man, the car's window rolled down again, and the miniature submachine gun was extended once more. A pregnant woman on the phone calling the police was shot dead in the blink of an eye.

After doing all this, the black sedan sped away at its fastest speed, disappearing from the scene.

"Bastards!" Ding Fan's eyes were bloodshot.

The scenes of the black sedan hitting the elder and shooting the pregnant woman dead were all witnessed by Ding Fan; it was a senseless slaughter.

Ding Fan had seen too much life and death, but even the most brutal and vicious person, how could they bear to kill an old man, a pregnant woman!

Qin Manshu then came out of Ding Fan's embrace and checked herself. She realized she was unharmed but saw that Ding Fan had a bloodied and gaping wound on his shoulder.

"Brother Fan..."

Qin Manshu meant to ask how Ding Fan was.

But when she saw the look in Ding Fan's eyes, she froze.

Those eyes were blood-red, his face severe and unrestrained with murderous intent. Such a fiercely intimidating Ding Fan was something Qin Manshu saw for the first time.

Ding Fan slowly stood up; he circulated his True Qi and then fiercely slapped his wounded shoulder with his right hand.

Pu pu...

The bullets embedded in Ding Fan's shoulder were all forced out.

Qin Manshu next to him was astonished; this was her first time seeing someone extract bullets in such a manner.

Ding Fan immediately picked up the stunned Qin Manshu beside him.

Qin Manshu was initially startled, but what happened next left her so amazed that her mouth hung open in shock.

Ding Fan, carrying her on his back, started sprinting.

If Qin Manshu hadn't been riding on Ding Fan's back at that moment, she would have doubted whether it was possible for a person to move at such a speed. Qin Manshu estimated that Ding Fan's running speed was comparable to that of a car traveling at sixty kilometers per hour.

After running for a while, Ding Fan saw a grey sedan parked by the roadside; the person in the driver's seat was about to take out the car keys.

Ding Fan immediately ran over, opened the car door, pulled the person from the driver's seat, and then quickly immobilized him by hitting his Acupoints.

"Get in the car," Ding Fan ordered in a nearly commanding tone to Qin Manshu standing by.

Qin Manshu felt that the current Ding Fan was completely different from the usual one; he seemed like a wild beast, always ready to devour its prey.

However, Qin Manshu was obedient; she directly and obediently took the passenger's seat.

Ding Fan took the driver's seat, then he slammed the accelerator, and the grey sedan's tires screeched before the car shot out like a released arrow.

At this moment, the speed at which Ding Fan was driving the car could not merely be described as fast, although contemporary technology allowed ordinary people to experience the speed of professional racers through video games.

Qin Manshu had played a few racing games, some very realistic, but even the speed in those games couldn't compare to the velocity that Ding Fan was currently achieving.

Looking at the pulse counter on the dashboard, Qin Manshu's heart rose to her throat. In the urban streets, Ding Fan actually pushed the car to one hundred fifty pulses. And to note, he just drove a very ordinary Jetta.

Qin Manshu bit her lower lip hard, to prevent herself from making any noise. With such high speeds, she worried any small movement could distract Ding Fan.

Qin Manshu sneaked a peek at Ding Fan next to her.

At this time, Ding Fan's eyes were firmly fixed ahead, resolution and determination shining in his gaze!

Although the black sedan had escaped earlier, Ding Fan's Divine Sense had firmly locked onto them. For a hitman who dared to harm the innocent, Ding Fan had only one thought.

Catch up and kill him!

Boom...

The sound of the engine grew louder inside Ding Fan's car, and the shaking became more intense. The car, after all, was not a sports car, and its tires were increasingly struggling to withstand the pressure of the speed.

Nevertheless, Ding Fan disregarded it all; his eyes saw only the black sedan that was slowly coming into view ahead.

The black sedan, at that moment, realized that a grey sedan was wildly pursuing them.

The black sedan also started to accelerate fiercely, and Ding Fan snorted coldly. He floored the accelerator to the max, and instantly, his car closed much of the distance between itself and the black sedan.

Luckily, it was not rush hour, so the road wasn't too crowded.

Regardless, it was extremely dangerous. Any sudden appearance of another car could cause both the fleeing black sedan and the pursuing grey sedan to crash and result in a catastrophic wreckage.

For a moment, on the streets, a chase scene unfolded that seemed straight out of Fast & Furious 7.

Woo woo... The piercing sounds of police sirens started to ring out incessantly.

Such wild racing could not fail to attract police attention.

Rat-a-tat-tat... The black sedan, acting as though desperate, **********, stretched out and fired a barrage at the police cars trying to intercept it.

Suddenly, a police car struck by bullets in its fuel tank flipped over amidst flames.

Assassination!

After dispatching the police cars trying to stop them, the black sedan's passengers aimed at pedestrians by the side of the road, and bullets sprayed outwards. In no time, more innocent bystanders fell before the ********** of their guns.

Suddenly, the street was fraught with panic as people ran for their lives, covering their heads...

At this point, Ding Fan's killing intent intensified.

The people in the black sedan were utterly inhumane, first killing the elderly and pregnant women, and now shooting innocent bystanders.

Cultivators advocate for benevolence in the world, and at this time, Ding Fan had already sentenced the occupants of the black sedan to death!

Ding Fan kept on their trail, and eventually, the black sedan crashed through the gates of a middle school.

Ding Fan's expression grew intensely grim; with the black sedan's vicious methods, once it charged into the school, numerous innocent students would fall under their gunfire.

Once the black sedan breached the campus, it stopped, and at the same time, four burly men with professional experience charged into the school's main building from four different angles.

Squeal...

Ding Fan followed them into the school, braking hard in the courtyard, and without even opening the car door, he somehow managed to squeeze out of the vehicle at an unimaginable angle.

Then, like a cheetah, he pounced towards the nearest target.

The man apparently did not expect Ding Fan to catch up so quickly. Just as he was about to raise his gun to shoot Ding Fan, Ding Fan's hand had already sliced through the air.

Thump...

The hand slice severed the man's throat, his body then heavily crashing onto the ground...