Top-tier Unruly Master

Whoosh...

The masked man's blade swept through directly, and with a flash of the blade, a spurt of blood suddenly burst from Cheng Bufan's chest.

Cheng Bufan fell to the ground with a thud, chopped down once again.

"Why be so stubborn? If only you kill your sworn brother, he can be freed, and you can continue to live," the masked man said to Cheng Bufan.

"I will never lay a hand on my sworn brother." Cheng Bufan's expression was solemn, and he managed to stand up again by using his longsword to prop himself up.

"Very well then, I'll first turn you into a skeleton. At that time, you won't be dead, your mind will still be clear, and then in front of you, I will turn your sworn brother into a skeleton too... hehe... That way, you'll truly be in this together, in difficulties and in blessings..."

After the masked man spoke, he slowly raised his longsword horizontally.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Just at that moment, three pebbles suddenly shot from the side, wrapped with inner strength as they flew, their force was rather strong.

However, these pebbles were of no use to the masked man, who directly raised his longsword horizontally.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Without even glancing, he deflected all the pebbles with several slashes.

The masked man looked toward the direction from which the pebbles came. To his surprise, the person who had thrown the pebbles was none other than Uncle Bian Wu.

In the masked man's impression, this Uncle Bian Wu was extremely cowardly; when he himself was dealing with Ding Fan and Cheng Bufan, Uncle Bian Wu had plenty of time to escape, yet he did not choose to flee. Instead, he unexpectedly launched a sneak attack on him.

"It seems you also do not wish to live..."

At this point, even Uncle Bian Wu dared to strike him, and the masked man couldn't help feeling a surge of anger.

"To hell with it, scared of you!? If I die fighting, I die, but waiting around cowardly means death too, so I might as well fight to the death. Even if I die, I'm going to take a chunk out of you," Uncle Bian Wu boldly decided, walking over with a do-or-die determination.

"You think you can take a chunk out of me?" the masked man sneered, his form flickered, and he swiftly swung his longsword at Uncle Bian Wu.

At that moment, Uncle Bian Wu had no intention of dodging; as the masked man's sword came slashing towards him, he acted as if he saw nothing. Grabbing a handful of pebbles, he hurled them with all his might at the masked man's face.

The masked man had never anticipated that Uncle Bian Wu would adopt such a desperate fighting technique.

With one stroke of his blade, the masked man severed Uncle Bian Wu's right arm, but several of the pebbles in Uncle Bian Wu's hand still hit the masked man.

Even the masked man's mask was damaged by the pebbles from Uncle Bian Wu.

Thrown with inner strength, those pebbles, though not fatal, caused the masked man to howl in pain where they struck, leaving bruises.

"You... you... today, I will make sure you die a gruesome death!" Furious, the masked man tore off his damaged mask and threw it aside.

Being injured by someone like Uncle Bian Wu was a supremely humiliating affair.

With the mask removed, it became clear that the masked man was an incredibly ugly middle-aged man.

"No wonder he wears a mask. With a face like that, going out without one could literally scare people to death," Uncle Bian Wu, despite his pain, said with a tone that could infuriate someone to death.

The masked man once again raised his longsword, but at that moment, Cheng Bufan, who was also coming from one side, suddenly attacked the masked man.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Cheng Bufan, exerting all his strength, lunged at the masked man.

The masked man's expression turned extremely grim.

Uncle Bian Wu, a mere nobody, and Cheng Bufan, already severely wounded by him, were still fearlessly attempting to fight him to the death.

"You must die!"

The masked man roared, lifting his foot. Just as Cheng Bufan was about to reach him, the masked man kicked him, sending Cheng Bufan tumbling to the ground.

The blade in the masked man's hand swung up, and then he slashed directly at Cheng Bufan's throat.

At that moment, Cheng Bufan, severely injured, knew he couldn't dodge.

But just as Cheng Bufan thought he was done for, a stream of blood suddenly splattered.

The hot blood sprayed across Cheng Bufan's face, and he froze, knowing the blood was not his own.

Right after Cheng Bufan's brief shock, the masked man let out a pig-like shriek!

"Aah..."

Cheng Bufan looked over to see that the masked man's right hand, the one holding the knife, had been cleanly severed. Cheng Bufan quickly looked around.

At that moment, Ding Fan had already positioned himself beside Cheng Bufan.

"Sworn brother... you, you've woken up?" Cheng Bufan looked at Ding Fan beside him in disbelief.

"Little brother, finally you've woken up. If you hadn't, we both would have been done for," Uncle Bian Wu, seeing Ding Fan, jokingly said while enduring the pain.

Ding Fan looked at the grievous wound on Cheng Bufan's chest and then at Uncle Bian Wu's severed right arm, his brows furrowing tightly.

"Big brother, take Uncle with you to the side to rest. I'll handle him," Ding Fan said, making no attempt to hide the intense killing intent emanating from him.

At that moment, the man in the mask standing opposite Ding Fan had an extremely ugly expression on his face.

Others might not know about the Martial Spirit Formation Technique, but he did. He had found the crystal ball in the Ancient Martial Ruins. There was a jade slip next to it that provided a detailed explanation.

This Martial Spirit Formation Technique was an ancient formation technique encased within the crystal ball. Once activated, even a martial artist of Heavenly Level would struggle to escape.

Yet despite the prowess of such an ancient formation technique, Ding Fan had managed to escape from it.

"How... how did you do it? You weren't supposed to come out of there," the masked man said, enduring the pain of his severed arm, as he looked at Ding Fan.

How had Ding Fan escaped from that formation?

The Illusion Array indeed caused Ding Fan quite a bit of trouble, sealing his consciousness within his own body, making it impossible for him to awaken or communicate with the outside.

Ding Fan knew that once his body was damaged while his soul was trapped, he would be doomed. Therefore, he used every method he could think of.

But no matter what method Ding Fan used, it was to no avail.

Just as Ding Fan was about to give up on finding a solution, a newly formed meridian within his body came to his great aid.

Ding Fan discovered that while his other meridians seemed to be asleep, indifferent to whatever he did, this newly formed meridian was different.

Remarkably, Ding Fan could absorb the Spiritual Energy from the outside even under self-sealed conditions.

On one hand, Ding Fan circulated True Qi within his body to block this meridian, and on the other hand, he used the meridian to absorb the Spiritual Energy from the outside.

As a result, this meridian was subjected to pressure from both inside and outside, which ultimately stimulated Ding Fan's sea of consciousness and woke him up.

"No reason, ancient formation techniques can't trap you? I don't believe it!" Even now, the masked man couldn't believe what he had witnessed.

Shush...

Ding Fan did not pay any attention to the masked man and directly threw a Wind Blade at him.

Puchi...

A bloody slash suddenly appeared on the chest of the masked man.

This bloody slash was deeper than the one Cheng Bufan had received, and one could even see the chilling white bones from the outside.

"Die…" The masked man staggered from the slash, but he did not give up. His left hand transformed into a Hand Blade, attempting to strike at Ding Fan.

With an expressionless face, Ding Fan instantly sent another Wind Blade to execute his move.

Puchi...

This Wind Blade instantly severed the remaining left arm of the masked man.

"Ah…" The masked man fell to the ground with a thump, his legs frantically kicking about.

The pain of losing an arm, how many could endure it?

"Just so you know, my Wind Blade is faster than your blade technique. I can turn you into a skeleton in less than ten seconds," Ding Fan said indifferently and coldly.

"You… you…"

The previously infinitely arrogant masked man, who had confronted Cheng Bufan and Uncle Bian Wu, now had a face covered in blood and tears...

"Who are you? Why do you appear here? Why would you inquire about the Peiyuan Stone?" Ding Fan asked.

"You won't get anything out of me. I won't tell you anything…" the masked man said, clenching his teeth and struggling.

Ding Fan looked at the masked man, then directly threw a series of Wind Blades.

Woosh woosh woosh...

The series of Wind Blades unleashed by Ding Fan were incredibly powerful, slashing towards a towering ancient tree nearby.

Shush shush shush...

In just an instant, the massive tree, which would have taken several people to embrace, had its trunk near the ground, about two meters high, mercilessly whittled down to the thickness of a pencil.

The speed of Ding Fan's Wind Blades was extremely fast; the tree, whittled down to the thickness of a pencil, remained briefly upright, then with a crack, it broke off and heavily thudded to the ground.

"If you continue to choose silence, this tree will be your example," Ding Fan said calmly.

Damn!

The masked man was completely dumbstruck, the two-meter-high trunk had been pared down to the thickness of a pencil in less than five seconds.

Just discussing the speed of this blade technique, it was many times faster than his own.

Moreover, Ding Fan was more skilled than the masked man because Ding Fan used True Qi. Being able to manipulate True Qi to this extent was simply godlike.

"I… I'll talk..." the masked man said, his face turning pale from the shocking scene. "But after I tell you, you must not kill me…"

"You don't have the luxury to bargain..." Ding Fan said solemnly.