Chapter 1000: Chapter 1000

Ding Fan kicked over the remaining police officers, leaving the bearded man dumbfounded.

The bearded man had seen plenty of tough guys, but he'd never encountered someone as badass as Ding Fan in a fight.

Moreover, Ding Fan was incredibly decisive. When he took down those officers, he didn't even have a trace of concern, doing it with ease and joy.

"Bro... I was wrong..." The bearded man immediately dropped to his knees with a thud.

This bearded man was just a petty hustler. Knowing how powerful Ding Fan was, he would never dare to act tough and ask for a beating.

Ding Fan ignored the kneeling bearded man and directly transmitted a message into Gusu Qingwen's ear, who stood at the door.

"Take care of the woman across the way named Ye Ningbing. I'll come back after I'm done."

Gusu Qingwen naturally understood that Ding Fan always had his reasons for doing things, so she nodded to indicate her understanding.

"Let's go." Ding Fan said casually to Li Shan and Ming Li behind him.

With that, the three of them swaggered off under everyone's gaze...

The bearded man, kneeling on the ground, glanced at Ding Fan's retreating figure and then got up. Recalling Ding Fan's ruthless fighting style earlier, he still felt a lingering fear.

This guy's too badass...

After leaving the hotel, Ding Fan, Li Shan, and Ming Li hailed a taxi.

Once they got in, there was a mutual understanding among the three, and no one said a word.

The taxi threaded through the city alleys and before long, left the city, dropping Ding Fan and the others in a deserted place outside the city.

After getting out, Ding Fan's figure flickered as he dashed into the nearby uninhabited mountain forest.

Li Shan and Ming Li followed closely behind. Ding Fan maintained just the right speed so that the other two could keep up.

Finally, Ding Fan stopped at a mountain peak.

"Kid, if you're gonna blame anyone, blame yourself for meddling," Li Shan said sternly as he drew his longsword and advanced toward Ding Fan.

"The scenery here is nice, dying here wouldn't be such a regret," Ming Li sneered.

Ding Fan wasn't bothered at all. These two were just Heavenly Level, and there was no way they could pose any threat to him.

"How many people from Serpent Island and the Ghost Sect have come?" Ding Fan asked nonchalantly.

His tone was as casual as asking for directions, not taking the two of them seriously at all.

At the mention of Serpent Island, the faces of the two men grew solemn.

"Kid, it seems there's no way you'll survive today," Li Shan said, advancing toward Ding Fan with his longsword.

At that moment, a Wind Blade sliced through the air, cutting directly at them.

A spray of blood burst forth as Li Shan suddenly found his advancing right leg missing, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

"Ah..." Lying on the ground, Li Shan discovered that his right leg had been severed.

Li Shan looked at Ding Fan in sheer terror.

He was a Heavenly Level Martial Artist, known for his formidable combat abilities, and yet this opponent had taken him out with a single Wind Blade.

Li Shan was shocked, and Ming Li was even more so.

Li Shan was Ming Li's senior, far superior in cultivation, yet he was taken out just the same.

This opponent was so young, yet his combat ability was abnormally strong.

"I don't have much patience; if you don't answer, I can't be sure the next strike won't sever more than a leg," Ding Fan said icily. "How many are coming to Serpent Island?"

"You wish! A Ghost Sect Warrior won't be intimidated by you!" Li Shan shouted through gritted teeth at Ding Fan from the ground.

Swish... Before Li Shan could finish, Ding Fan flicked his hand, sending another Wind Blade slashing through.

Though Li Shan's words were tough, he was already scared stiff and closed his eyes in terror.

The Wind Blade flashed past, and blood splattered. Li Shan didn't feel any pain, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Ming Li's right leg had been severed instead.

"Ah..." Ming Li lay not far away, screaming in pain.

Li Shan was dumbfounded.

Their opponent was far too ruthless; with two Wind Blades, he had disabled two Heavenly Level Martial Artists.

Their opponent looked so young, barely twenty-two or three. At that age, they were only Earth Level, yet this guy could already take down Heavenly Level Martial Artists...

Initially, when Ding Fan had called them outside the city, they thought he was an idiot for confronting two Heavenly Level Martial Artists alone.

But now, they understood that the real fools were themselves, not Ding Fan.

Now both of them were subdued, each with a leg severed.

"How many Ghost Sect warriors are left on Serpent Island?" Ding Fan's tone remained calm.

When Ding Fan had previously asked the question, Li Shan hadn't taken it seriously at all, but now he didn't dare to be ambiguous.

The opponent was truly ruthless—decisive and without hesitation.

They genuinely believed that if they didn't speak, Ding Fan would certainly cut their heads off right away.

"I... I'll talk..." Li Shan hurried to say. "This time, only the two of us came to Ming City. We just wanted to create a lifeless aura in Ming City and then set up a Ghost Soldiers Formation on Serpent Island..."

Li Shan answered quite honestly.

The arrogance and domineering attitude of Li Shan were now completely gone.

It's a joke—being arrogant and domineering in front of someone like Ding Fan is practically seeking death, and now he wouldn't dare to pretend anymore.

"Only the two of you on Serpent Island?" Ding Fan pondered for a moment and asked.

"Indeed, just the two of us. Since Chessboard Mountain's defeat, the Ghost Sect really didn't have enough manpower to guard it anymore," Li Shan, in order to save his life, revealed everything he knew.

Ding Fan had learned everything he needed to know; keeping these two alive was pointless.

And at this moment, the two of them noticed the change in Ding Fan's expression.

"Ancestor... Great Ancestor... Please don't kill us. We're just ordinary warriors of the Ghost Sect. Whatever the higher-ups tell us to do, we can't disobey. Please don't kill us..." Li Shan hurriedly crawled up from the ground and knelt in front of Ding Fan, crying.

A Wind Blade swiftly slashed through.

Ding Fan had no need to waste words with them.

In the blink of an eye, Li Shan and his companion were both killed by Ding Fan.

Though the two were just ordinary disciples of the Ghost Sect, since they had aimed to release a lifeless aura to harm an area, such people couldn't be allowed to exist.

Killing them was considered doing a favor for the land.

After slaying the two, Ding Fan took their storage rings straight away.

Afterward, he hurled two fireballs, and in no time, the corpses of the two were burned clean by Ding Fan...

After taking care of the two, Ding Fan headed back to his hotel in Ming City.

At this time, Gusu Qingwen and Ye Ningbing were waiting for him; he couldn't continue wasting time here.

Ding Fan raced through the streets, and in no time reached the outskirts of Ming City. To avoid drawing attention, he hailed a taxi directly.

Only then did Ding Fan take the taxi back to the hotel where he was staying.

Upon returning to his hotel's floor, he found the place bustling with activity.

The entire corridor was filled with people, and when Ding Fan used his Divine Sense to observe, his expression turned serious after understanding what was happening...

The police officer whom Ding Fan had knocked out earlier was now arrogantly pointing at Gusu Qingwen. "Let me tell you, none of you are escaping. I found cocaine in your room..."

While the officer was speaking, he shook a bag containing cocaine in his hand.

Seeing the cocaine, the people around began whispering.

"Now they're done for—a few grams of cocaine are enough for a sentence. This amount is enough for a death penalty!"

"Dealing cocaine while daring to assault the police—these people are truly audacious..."...

As everyone was speculating, Gusu Qingwen calmly said, "The thing you're talking about isn't ours, and what you're saying has nothing to do with us."

"Nothing to do with you? Fine, let's see if it has anything to do with you!" The police officer directed a few officers behind him. "Handcuff these people for me."

Immediately, two officers walked over.

As the two officers approached Gusu Qingwen, she didn't hesitate and kicked out twice, sending them both tumbling to the ground.

Upon witnessing this, the police officer's face turned as red as pig liver.

"Fine! You all want to assault the police?" The officer stated angrily and pulled out his handgun, unlocking the safety, and aimed directly at Gusu Qingwen.

"I'll say it once—put your hands on your head, or I'll shoot you in the head!"

Seeing the officer pull out the handgun, the crowd retreated, afraid of getting splattered with blood.

"Don't shoot, let's talk it out..." Seeing the gun, Ye Ningbing started to get anxious.

Once a gun is involved, things take a drastic turn, and addressing the situation from then on becomes difficult.

"Talk it out?" The officer scoffed. "There's nothing to discuss anymore! Follow my instructions—hands on your head, or I'll shoot!"

Just at this moment, as the officer finished speaking, a figure sprang forward abruptly. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⁂𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⁂𝓷𝓮𝓽

The officer was stunned, and realizing his handgun was gone, he was even more surprised.

Looking up, he found that Ding Fan, who had earlier beaten him, was standing right in front of him, and the handgun was now in Ding Fan's hand.