Top-tier Unruly Master

This palace was originally within forbidden grounds, unrelated to anyone, yet the Upper Xuan Sect, relying on their immense power, actually wants to forcibly occupy this place. This is simply bullying to the extreme.

Those who can live to reach this place have gone through all kinds of trials and challenges in the cavernous havens. In other words, anyone who has endured the trials and made it here has the right to share in the treasures within the palace.

The dark-faced man thought to scare Ding Fan and the others away with a few lies from the Upper Xuan Sect, but he truly picked the wrong target.

When Ding Fan saved Lady Fang, he had dealings with Jiuzhen of the Upper Xuan Sect, and at that time, he had outwitted Jiuzhen as well.

Ding Fan dared to offend the elders of the Upper Xuan Sect, so now he's even less likely to care about a mere disciple guarding the gate.

"Boy, you're asking for death!" Seeing Ding Fan so defiant, the dark-faced man became extremely angry. He drew his longsword without saying another word, and charged, aiming to chop at Ding Fan's forehead.

The dark-faced man turned out to be quite overbearing, not even finishing his words before unleashing a killing intent.

This made Ding Fan very displeased. Without dodging or avoiding, just as the other's longsword was about to slash on his head, Ding Fan suddenly stretched out two fingers and firmly clamped down on the incoming sword.

Oh my goodness!

The crowd on scene, upon seeing Ding Fan suddenly catch the sword blade with two fingers at the brink of death and disaster, were all stunned.

That was a genuine life-and-death moment. If Ding Fan hadn't caught the longsword, he would have certainly been split in half by it.

For Ding Fan to reach out and catch a longsword like that, he must have tremendous confidence in his cultivation.

"It seems, you're not qualified to kill me," Ding Fan said to the dark-faced man in a manner that was infuriatingly nonchalant.

"You little… asking for death!" the dark-faced man said while trying to pull out his longsword.

But now, no matter how the dark-faced man tried to draw back his sword, he couldn't pull it out. It was as if his sword had been welded firmly into Ding Fan's grip.

"What are you two doing standing there like idiots? Get moving and kill this brat for me!" the dark-faced man shouted at his two companions behind him.

After hearing this, the two companions each drew their longswords and approached to support their comrade.

At this point, Ding Fan decided he was done playing with these men. His two fingers gripping the dark-faced man's sword suddenly exerted force.

Instantly, the dark-faced man felt the sword vibrating, followed by a wave of heat.

The dark-faced man cried out in surprise as the longsword slipped from his hands.

Ding Fan's fingers were clamping the sword, and with a sudden jerk, he drew it out.

In a swift motion, the sword Ding Fan was clamping whizzed towards the dark-faced man's cheek. As the sword was drawn out quickly and abruptly, the dark-faced man had no chance to evade.

And just when the dark-faced man thought he would be split in half by the strike, Ding Fan's sword suddenly stood upright, then struck flatly and solidly against the dark-faced man's face.

Smack… a crisp sound rang out.

When the crowd looked over, they saw that Ding Fan had drawn a bloody mark on the dark-faced man's face with the sword.

Witnessing this scene, not only were Qu Waner and Qin Min surprised, but the dark-faced man himself found it unimaginable.

Using a longsword to slap someone, if it wasn't for witnessing it in person today, how could one truly appreciate it? This simply added a tale to boast about in the future…

Ding Fan had struck the dark-faced man with his sword, and now the two followers behind the man, each wielding their longswords, came forward to fight for their lives with Ding Fan.

Ding Fan looked at the overbearing manner of his opponents and felt a surge of annoyance. Just an Upper Xuan Sect disciple, yet so arrogant; it was necessary to suppress their haughtiness.

Ding Fan made up his mind on the spot. He swiftly moved, and his fingers danced with the captured longsword in a dazzling display.

The two followers of the dark-faced man had hardly moved to close in when they were forced to retreat continuously under the assault of Ding Fan's swordplay.

Feeling the urge to flee, the two men attempted to retreat, only to discover that they had been firmly encircled by the longsword that Ding Fan was grasping with his fingers.

Snicker-snack… Suddenly, sword light flashed, the two men initially maintained composure, but soon began to cry out in alarm as their garments were sliced off by Ding Fan, piece by piece.

In just a moment, Ding Fan sheathed his sword and stood proudly, while those men, other than their underwear, found the rest of their clothes neatly cut off by Ding Fan.

And what was most shocking, despite Ding Fan's rapid sword strikes, the men bore not a single scratch on their bodies…

Grasping the sword with fingers required strength, and the rapid slicing ensured precision; everyone watching was simply astounded.

Ding Fan's swordsmanship was simply too exquisite, completely beyond their comprehension.

Thud, thud… Ding Fan brandished the sword horizontally, striking with the back of the blade against the chests of the two men, who then lost their balance and were sent flying by the force of Ding Fan's shock.

Indeed impressive!

Before Ding Fan, the two disciples of the Upper Xuan Sect were like children encountering adults, entirely subjected to being beaten without the slightest ability to fight back.

"You... you dare show such disrespect to a disciple of the Upper Xuan Sect. I'll make sure you regret this," the man with the dark face said, as he directly took out a firecracker from his hand.

Without hesitation, the man with the dark face lit the firecracker, and upon its detonation, a red beam of light shot straight into the sky. Then, the red light burst, and the tranquil sky was instantly adorned with a flower of purple and red fireworks.

"Not good, that's the Upper Xuan Sect's alarm fireworks…" Qu Waner's expression turned grave. She was aware of what that device signified for the sect.

Once a sect disciple is threatened, they would detonate these fireworks and other disciples would rush over to assist.

"Elder Brother Ye, let's not tangle with them here any longer, let's not enter this palace," Qu Waner whispered to Ding Fan as she came to his side.

After all, the Upper Xuan Sect was a leading figure among the orthodox sects, and among its ranks were no lack of talented individuals. With the fireworks signaling, gathering the disciples, if a large group from the Upper Xuan Sect were to arrive, then Ding Fan would likely be in real trouble.

Even the usually carefree Qin Min now stood at Ding Fan's side. "Elder Brother Ye, a wise man doesn't court danger, let's just leave," she suggested.

Qin Min's thoughts weren't too different from Qu Waner's; she also felt that the Upper Xuan Sect was too powerful, and provoking them would certainly bring big trouble.

However, Ding Fan didn't care in the slightest. Just because the opposite side set off a few fireworks, and he would run scared— that was simply not Ding Fan's style.

Back in the Cultivation World, even when facing opponents with higher cultivation than his own, Ding Fan would never submit, so facing the Upper Xuan Sect now, how could he possibly choose to flee?

"Think you can run? I'm telling you, today none of you can leave. Offending someone from the Upper Xuan Sect, you all must die today!" the man with the dark face said grimly.

Ding Fan looked coldly at the man with the dark face. "You're overestimating yourself too much, you don't have the capability to make me run away..."

The man with the dark face was now biting his teeth in anger. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat Ding Fan, he would have already charged forward to slay him.

Qu Waner and Qin Min, standing to one side, both frowned deeply.

They had originally wanted to persuade Ding Fan to leave, but Ding Fan was being extremely stubborn and outright refusing to move. Although they hadn't been with Ding Fan for long, both women knew he was the type of person who, once he made a decision, it was very hard for anyone to change his mind.

Whoosh whoosh...

After exchanging glances, Qu Waner and Qin Min drew their longswords without a word.

Ding Fan had saved their lives several times; now, facing a threat to his life, how could they choose to betray and flee?

Ding Fan glanced at Qu Waner and Qin Min beside him. Although they hadn't said a word, Ding Fan understood the meaning of these two girls.

In times of danger, they did not choose to flee, but chose to honestly stay by his side, resolved to live and die together with him.

Just this camaraderie alone was enough to repay Ding Fan's help and rescue over these past days.

Ding Fan, at this moment, didn't say much to Qu Waner and Qin Min. Just a few disciples from the Upper Xuan Sect were not enough to make Ding Fan turn tail and run.

This was a Human Level cave dwelling, and all who could enter here were Human Level martial artists. Even if ten or twenty of them came from the other side, Ding Fan was confident he could easily slay them.

If they didn't come, it would be their loss, but if they did, then he would simply execute them on the spot.

Whoosh... Just then, a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of Ding Fan.

The figure stopped, and Ding Fan looked over to see a man about thirty-four or thirty-five years old with droopy eyelids and an arrogant expression that seemed to dismiss everything else.

"What happened..." The arrogant man asked in a low voice, turning towards the man with the dark face.

"Brother Fanjing, you've arrived just in time. This person insulted our Upper Xuan Sect, look how he shredded the clothes of brothers Lufeng and Lu Yu... We wouldn't let him pass, so he said our Upper Xuan Sect is tyrannical, and he even attacked viciously, look at my cheek..."

As the man with the dark face spoke, he pointed at his own face, which had been swollen by Ding Fan using the flat of his sword. At this moment, the dark-faced man indeed looked quite disheveled.

Fanjing raised his head to glance at Ding Fan.

Around them, aside from Ding Fan, Qu Waner, and Qin Min, there were seven or eight martial artists watching the excitement. Fanjing's gaze darkened.

He made up his mind to teach Ding Fan a lesson, to establish his authority and fame. To show everyone entering this Human Level cave that the Upper Xuan Sect was formidable, and what grim fate those who opposed the Upper Xuan Sect would meet!

"Daring to disrespect a disciple of the Upper Xuan Sect, you deserve to die!" After Fanjing spoke, he stretched his neck a bit.

"The disciples of your Upper Xuan Sect may not have much to show for their cultivation, but when it comes to boasting, one is more skilled than the other," Ding Fan snorted lightly, not showing the slightest disadvantage in verbal sparring.

There was no need for Fanjing to finish speaking before the dark-faced man stepped out.

"Boy, don't say I didn't warn you. Brother Fanjing, he has Earth Level third grade cultivation. Not just you, even if all of you here joined together, it would be impossible to be a match for Brother Fanjing," he said.

Earth Level third grade?!

Upon hearing the dark-faced man's words, everyone present was momentarily stunned. Earth Level third grade! That sort of cultivation was countless times higher than Human Level!

Qu Waner frowned deeply. "This is going to be difficult..."...