Meng Haotian at this moment saw that Ding Fan was unharmed, without even a scratch on his body, and was utterly shocked.

How is this possible?

Meng Haotian couldn't believe the scene before him. Ding Fan was completely unscathed! This was quite unbelievable.

After all, that was the Sky-Rending Pearl. Even a cultivator at the Emergence Stage wouldn't be unharmed if struck by the Sky-Rending Pearl. Is Ding Fan even human?

After the initial shock, Meng Haotian became furiously angry. Clearly, even if the Sky-Rending Pearl couldn't kill him, he was determined to take Ding Fan's blood. He knew that if Ding Fan was allowed to grow, it would likely be the day of his own death. Although Ding Fan's strength was indeed impressive, there were hundreds more people on Meng Haotian's side!

"Ding Fan, today is your day to die!"

Meng Haotian shouted loudly, then charged fiercely toward Ding Fan, while also calling out to the Wild Wolf Gang entourage around him:

"All together, kill him!"

Upon hearing Meng Haotian's voice, the cultivators of the Wild Wolf Gang all revealed a sinister expression and then charged towards Ding Fan with various weapons, full of murderous intent.

Among these disciples, there were some at the Late Stage of Fetal Breath, some at the Early Nascent Soul Stage, and there was even a gaunt cultivator at the Late Nascent Soul Stage. Clearly, this skinny cultivator looked at Ding Fan with a very malicious expression on his face.

At this time, there were about twenty or thirty disciples of the Wild Wolf Gang surrounding Ding Fan. These cultivators all eyed Ding Fan menacingly. Besides the skinny cultivator being at the Late Nascent Soul Stage, there were five or six others at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage among them.

Evidently, after some intense battles, Ding Fan had become quite a formidable figure in the field, naturally attracting a large number of disciples from the Wild Wolf Gang.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Haotian was already near Ding Fan, and the numerous cultivators from behind followed, attacking Ding Fan ferociously.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a series of muffled booms, Ding Fan was already entangled in a fierce battle with everyone. His eyes were blood-red, seeing nothing but enemies. Wielding the Mysterious Iron Ice Sword and using the Fist Technique from the Stele for defense, Ding Fan was both attacking and defending. Surprisingly, after a while, he remained unharmed.

Meanwhile, a total of ten disciples of the Wild Wolf Gang had already fallen, dying beneath Ding Fan's sword.

"Go to hell!"

At this moment, the skinny cultivator pulled out a dagger and rushed toward Ding Fan, clearly intending to fight him in close combat. His blade technique was swift, and the dagger was very sharp. Ding Fan could tell that the opponent's dagger was easily as sharp as, if not sharper than, his Mysterious Iron Ice Sword.

Even a slight scratch would definitely leave a deep wound!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Clang! Clang! Clang...

Ding Fan continuously swung his longsword to fend off the opponent's dagger. The sparks from their weapons clashing were dazzling and startling.

Ding Fan had to diligently guard against the skinny cultivator's dagger while also considering the attacks from surrounding cultivators. For a while, he had no chance to strike back and could only defend passively. However, Ding Fan found it exhilarating; he had come to understand that the skinny cultivator's dagger technique had reached a certain realm.

Though Ding Fan used the Fist Technique from the Stele for defense, the opponent's offensive remained fierce.

Intrigued, Ding Fan watched the opponent, clearly interested in such an adversary. In the conflict, he suddenly gained new insights into the Fist Technique from the Stele. Ding Fan was overjoyed, as this was a rare opportunity.

Knowing how difficult it was to learn the Fist Technique from the Stele, any little progress made him very happy. Not to mention having a realization about it now, it was like heaven's blessing for him.

For a moment, Ding Fan's longsword slightly slowed, devoting more thought to studying the Fist Technique. Nevertheless, his defense remained incredibly firm, and the opponent's attacks couldn't touch him at all.

Meanwhile, the skinny cultivator looked at Ding Fan, utterly shocked. Never before had anyone managed to hold against his dagger for even a minute, yet this young man deflected perfectly in close combat. Considering how daggers are clearly more advantageous than longswords in close combat, the opponent was remarkably at ease defending.

The skinny cultivator looked at Ding Fan with astonishment, realizing he had been sparring for so long and yet hadn't scratched Ding Fan, who also managed to fend off attacks from several Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivators. This was truly incredible!

Is there truly such a defensively formidable cultivator in the world?

This was simply extraordinary!

The skinny cultivator looked at Ding Fan as if looking at a monster, astounded by the formidable defense.

Meng Haotian witnessed this and his expression turned dark. He frowned, revealing a touch of malevolent intent as he threw punch after punch at Ding Fan.

Meng Haotian, also being a Late Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, had formidable strength. The surrounding disciples of the Wild Wolf Gang saw the two Late Nascent Soul Stage experts assaulting Ding Fan together and immediately joined in, attacking him with their weapons.

Clearly, these cultivators believe that strength lies in numbers. But in Ding Fan's eyes, that's not the case.

One must understand that battles between cultivators aren't just about numbers. In the eyes of true experts at the Emergence Stage, even one hundred cultivators at the Nascent Soul Stage are insignificant. Even a thousand in a battle of attrition are meaningless to those at the Emergence Stage, who are considered as gods.

Although Ding Fan's strength hasn't reached such a level, the cultivators rushing forward aren't enough to concern him.

At this moment, Wang Hu, who had been fighting valiantly nearby, saw this scene and couldn't help but feel anxious, deeply worried for his big brother Ding Fan.

Wang Hu then grabbed a large saber and rushed towards Ding Fan to rescue and support his big brother. Despite being seriously injured, upon seeing his big brother besieged by over twenty people, he was determined to help no matter the cost.

"Kill..."

Wang Hu shouted fiercely, launching a frenzied attack on the crowd surrounding Ding Fan. At this point, it was beyond a mere competition; calling this place Asura's hell would not be an exaggeration, as the entire plain was engulfed in slaughter.

Wang Hu couldn't care less, enduring his pain and continuously executing the fist technique taught by Ding Fan, momentarily becoming invincible!

With each punch Wang Hu delivered, numerous cultivators from the Wild Wolf Gang flew backwards and died.

Seeing Wang Hu's assistance, Ding Fan felt a touch of gratitude in his heart, realizing his brother was risking his injured self to save him. Yet, even his brother didn't fully understand him; did he think these people couldn't be dealt with by him?

Clearly, Ding Fan was speaking to himself. In his heart, he was moved by Wang Hu's actions.

Meng Haotian saw Wang Hu fighting bravely, furrowing his brows with a cold smile on his lips. He swiftly moved away from Ding Fan's side and approached Wang Hu, seeing that Wang Hu hadn't noticed him. A sly grin appeared on his lips.

Unbeknownst to Meng Haotian, he already had a Sky-Rending Pearl in hand, waiting for the right moment to throw it at Wang Hu.

"Even if it doesn't kill Ding Fan, it will surely blow you to bits, fool!"

The Sky-Rending Pearl traced an arc towards Wang Hu, but Wang Hu remained unaware.

At this moment, Meng Haotian watched with insidious delight, eagerly anticipating Wang Hu being blown apart by the Sky-Rending Pearl!

Boom!

Just as the Sky-Rending Pearl exploded, Ding Fan smiled faintly and, in a flash, moved rapidly to Wang Hu's side, pushing him to safety with a swift movement of his foot.

After the explosion and the smoke and dust dispersed,

the corpse of Wang Hu that Meng Haotian was expecting did not appear. Instead, he was met with a chilling, cold face, smiling as if he had fallen into an icy abyss. It was Ding Fan.

At this moment, Ding Fan seemed to be looking at the opponent with a playful gaze, clearly suggesting that their good fortune was about to end.

Ding Fan leaped forward and struck Meng Haotian with a palm on his chest.

Boom!

A muffled sound followed, and Meng Haotian was sent flying, crashing to the ground unconscious, his life or death unclear. From his final expression, it was obvious he was deeply shocked, never expecting Ding Fan's strength to have improved so significantly, dealing with him so effortlessly!

Indeed, for Ding Fan, this was the case. He had just completely grasped the fist technique's essence from the stele, now mastering it to the Ninth Level. Ding Fan believed that, even for the mysterious elder, his level would only match the first form of the fist technique from the stele.

In fact, Ding Fan felt that his mastery of this punch might even surpass that of the mysterious elder.

Having fully understood the essence of the fist technique, even his palm strike was exceedingly powerful. Naturally, a punch would be even more ferocious.

Against Meng Haotian, Ding Fan scorned using the fist technique; a single palm strike was enough to take half of his life!

The frail cultivator watching Ding Fan was utterly shocked. Firstly, he hadn't expected someone to easily disengage from his dagger's attack. If his dagger was truly that weak, he wouldn't have survived in the Wild Wolf Gang. He clearly realized that the person who could so easily evade his close-combat dagger strike was the first!

Secondly, he couldn't believe the opponent saved the cultivator during the Sky-Rending Pearl's explosion. He knew well the Pearl's power, and even an Emergence Stage cultivator might not have managed what this person did!

This was alarmingly terrifying!

Thirdly, it was absolutely unexpected that the opponent seemed to casually defeat their sect's traitor. That cultivator too was powerful, in the Late Nascent Soul Stage, yet a single palm had knocked him unconscious—this was unbelievable!

Knowing that he himself was in the Late Nascent Soul Stage, noticing the opponent's significant power during their brief encounter was evident. In such a short time, the opponent's strength had grown immensely!

This was overwhelmingly shocking!