Top-tier Unruly Master

Cheng Bufan saw the mustached man shaking the Array Flag and, for a while, he actually started to panic. He had already suffered an underhanded attack from the mustached man, leaving him completely immobilized.

"Sworn brother, be careful..."

Ding Fan merely smiled nonchalantly, full of indifference. "He's just a rat crossing the street, nothing to be careful about."

The mustached man snorted coldly. "Kid, keep up your arrogance. I'll make sure your death is especially miserable shortly!"

At that moment, the mustached man's shaking of the Array Flag became even more intense, and the rumbling noise grew louder.

"Swift!" The mustached man's Array Flag suddenly came to an abrupt stop.

The surrounding rumbling noise also ceased in an instant.

Based on the mustached man's experience in controlling the Eternal Maze Formation, now that the Array Flag had been cast and Ding Fan and Cheng Bufan were within the formation, these two men were definitely bound to be trapped here today.

However, what happened next was not according to the mustached man's expectations. After the Array Flag was thrown, the Five Ultimate Great Formation, which should have been activated, did not make a single move.

"Hmm?" The mustached man furrowed his brows. He knew very well that he had used the Eternal Maze Formation countless times before, and it had never failed like this.

"Five Ultimate Great Formation!" the mustached man called out again unwillingly.

But no matter how much the mustached man yelled, the surrounding area remained deathly quiet, without a stir.

Seeing this, Cheng Bufan was also taken aback. He clearly remembered that the mustached man had just trapped him with the Eternal Maze Formation. How could it be ineffective so soon?

"It seems your Eternal Maze Formation is no longer of any use," said Ding Fan with an irritatingly nonchalant tone.

By now, the mustached man's expression had become stern. "Lao Niu, what the hell are you guys playing at? Hold your positions and listen for my signal to cast the Array Flag."

The mustached man guessed there was an issue with his companions and thus spoke out loud.

The mustached man's words were transmitted through the Array Flag. Not just the immediate vicinity, even the entire island of Xiao Dao could hear the mustached man's voice.

However, after the mustached man finished speaking, the several people who had been lying in ambush made no movement at all.

"If you're looking for your companions, then I can tell you, I have already killed them," Ding Fan said indifferently from the side.

"Killed them? How is that possible?" The mustached man looked at Ding Fan with a face full of disbelief.

The companions of the mustached man were also Earth Level Martial Artists and above. To kill these people, even if you are formidable, would require some effort.

And just now, the mustached man had heard no noise that would indicate his companions were being killed.

"Nothing is impossible. A few rats crossing the street, their deaths are nothing to brag about. I have no reason to lie to you," Ding Fan said calmly.

The mustached man used his Mental Power to scan the surroundings and indeed found a quiet calm all around. If his companions were hiding nearby, they would have emerged the moment he called out just now.

Since these people still hadn't made a sound, then it was very likely, as Ding Fan had said, that they had all been slain by the adversary.

"Who exactly are you? And how many have you brought with you?" the mustached man now regarded Ding Fan warily.

The mustached man believed there had to be accomplices behind Ding Fan. He couldn't believe that Ding Fan alone could have slain his four people in such a short span of time.

An organization capable of instantly annihilating four Earth Level Martial Artists was definitely not simple. Mustached Man did want to probe for Ding Fan's details: First, to which Sect Ding Fan was a disciple, and second, how many helpers Ding Fan had by his side.

"The person who killed those four men was only me," Ding Fan said indifferently.

Ding Fan didn't want to engage in any psychological warfare with Mustached Man, as his opponent's cultivation was nowhere near comparable to Ding Fan's. With such a person, Ding Fan had nothing to worry about.

Such a person was bound to die. Even if he knew more, what could it change?

"You alone?" Mustached Man's expression became grave once again.

Mustached Man clearly didn't believe Ding Fan's words. It was hard for anyone to believe that a single person could kill four Earth Level Martial Artists in such a short span of time.

"It seems you no longer have any means to take my life. Now, it's my turn," Ding Fan said lightly.

At that moment, a surge of killing intent burst forth from Ding Fan's body.

The overwhelming killing intent made Mustached Man shudder with fear, as if a blade rested against his back.

"Younger brother, leave this man to me; I have questions for him," Cheng Bufan said hurriedly to Ding Fan.

"Alright!"

After Ding Fan finished speaking, his figure suddenly flickered.

Mustached Man only saw a blur before his eyes, and by the time he realized what was happening, Ding Fan was already standing beside him, though he didn't know when Ding Fan had moved there.

"You... you..."

Mustached Man was astonished, as he had seen those with fast movement techniques before, but never as swift as Ding Fan. Ding Fan's movements were almost indistinguishable from Instantaneous Movement.

Ding Fan didn't waste any time with Mustached Man. His right hand transformed into Hand Blades and with two sharp taps, he struck the Mustached Man's Acupoints forcefully.

Even someone as alert as Mustached Man was instantly subdued by Ding Fan. To this very moment, Mustached Man still wore a look of disbelief.

You see, Mustached Man was an Earth Level Martial Artist himself. Such cultivation in the Secular World meant he could strut around with impunity. Yet, in the face of Ding Fan, he was as helpless as a chicken.

"Big brother, you can ask him whatever you need to," Ding Fan said nonchalantly after patting his hands together, showing no concern.

Capturing an Earth Level Martial Artist so effortlessly was, indeed, nothing significant for Ding Fan.

"Where exactly is Jin Minchong? Where is he now?" Cheng Bufan walked over and asked Mustached Man with a grave face.

"I won't tell you. You can give up on that idea," Mustached Man scoffed. "Now that I've fallen into your hands, do what you will, but don't expect to get any useful information from me."

Cheng Bufan's expression was very serious.

"I advise you to tell everything you know. That way, you can suffer less," Ding Fan suggested to Mustached Man.

"You underestimate me. As a member of the Ghost Warriors, it's impossible for me to speak. Killing me would actually save you some time," Mustached Man declared.

Ghost Warriors?

This was the first time Ding Fan had heard this name, but without delay, he transformed his right hand into a Hand Blade and directly struck at Mustached Man.