Chapter 279: Chapter 279

What the hell! How is this possible!

Everyone present was stunned, feeling as if a blur had just passed before their eyes, and by the time they regained their sight, Jiusong had been cleaved into two.

Blood and viscera were strewn all over the floor, turning the small bar into a scene akin to Asura's hell.

At this moment, let alone anyone else, Wang Zeen had not recovered his senses for quite some time. Jiusong was the leader of the Zhengxuan Sect, an incredibly formidable figure. And yet, in a clash with Ding Fan, he was slain in one stroke, leaving Wang Zeen utterly astonished.

Wang Hao, upon witnessing this, felt a surge of shock followed by a sense of profound relief. He was genuinely glad that on the way here, he had not harbored any other intentions because with a character like Ding Fan, if he had truly angered the man, he wouldn't know how—or even that—he had died.

Having slain Jiusong, Ding Fan turned his gaze directly to Wang Zeen.

"Give me... give me, kill him for me! Whoever kills him, I'll give them a million! No, I'll give them five million!" At this point, Wang Zeen shuddered uncontrollably upon feeling Ding Fan's gaze.

Now Wang Zeen could no longer maintain the composure he usually had. Ding Fan was like a wolf, and in front of a man-eating wolf, who could stay calm?

There's a saying: there are bound to be brave men under the promise of heavy rewards.

There were six others present, each holding a machete, and they were only three steps away from Ding Fan. Hearing Wang Zeen's promise, these six men seemed to light up with eagerness.

Keep in mind that the bar was quite small. If the six rushed forward and attacked with their machetes at once, perhaps one of them could manage to kill Ding Fan, right?!

After all, that was five million we're talking about! The chances of winning five million in a lottery were one in several tens of millions, but killing Ding Fan gave each of the six men almost a twenty percent chance.

"Kill!" After exchanging looks, all six men charged at Ding Fan with their knives.

Although they were ill-intentioned, it would be a joke if Ding Fan got hurt by these six men. With a flick of his right hand, six sharp sounds later, the six were flipped onto the floor, sprawled out.

Looking again, each of the six men had a bloody hole in the center of their foreheads.

Wang Hao trembled upon seeing this.

Ding Fan had thrown six iron nails with one flick of his hand, striking six people in different directions. All six assassins were shot through the forehead.

The force of his throw, the accuracy...

Even though Wang Hao was not a practitioner of martial cultivation, he knew that what Ding Fan had just demonstrated was incredibly formidable. It was a display of sheer brilliance!

While Wang Hao was shocked, Wang Zeen, who was sitting at the bar, was dumbfounded.

Wang Zeen wanted to kill Ding Fan, whom he saw as just the prodigal son who had once brought ruin upon the Ding Family. In his view, killing Ding Fan would be effortless.

But the man before him had decapitated Jiusong with a Wind Blade Technique and then killed his subordinates with six iron nails. He was a killing machine!

"Wang Hao... Wang Hao, help me block... help me block Ding Fan!" Wang Zeen stood up with deep fear in his eyes.

Wang Zeen hadn't finished speaking when Wang Hao had already kneeled down in front of Ding Fan.

"Master Ding, all my past mistakes were my fault, please spare my life! I swear I won't speak of today's incident to anyone!"

As Wang Hao spoke, he grabbed a machete from nearby and without hesitation, chopped off his right hand.

Wang Zeen was dumbstruck, amazed by how ruthless Wang Hao was. To take action and chop off his own hand without hesitation was incredibly fierce.

Ding Fan glanced at Wang Hao kneeling on the ground. Wang Hao was indeed a clever man, knowing exactly what to do to preserve his life at such a moment.

"I'll spare you this time, but there won't be a second... Get out!" Ding Fan said to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao bowed his head gravely to Ding Fan. "Thank you, Master Ding, for your mercy."

After speaking, Wang Hao stood up and headed for the exit of the bar.

"Wang Hao, save me! You ******* save me!" Wang Zeen saw that Wang Hao had no intention of helping him and started cursing him.

But until Wang Hao left the bar, he did not look back at Wang Zeen, not even once.

"Now, it's time to settle our account," said Ding Fan, his voice icy as he addressed Wang Zeen.

Ding Fan would never show mercy to someone who wanted him dead.

"Ding Fan... I am from the Wang Family, if you dare to kill me... our Wang Family will never let you go..." Wang Zeen, suppressing his panic, addressed Ding Fan.

"I've killed people from your Wang Family before. If they can't let go of that, why would I still be standing here?" Ding Fan replied.

Wang Zeen's face turned ugly; he knew about Wang Luohao who had gone to Dancheng to hunt down Ding Fan and was later killed by him.

Regarding the matter of Ding Fan killing Wang Luohao, the Wang Family had arranged for people to go after Ding Fan, but all had returned without success. This time Ding Fan had come to Yanjing, and the Wang Family knew he was there, they did not intend to kill him; on the contrary, they even warned their family's younger generation not to provoke him...

Ding Fan took a step forward.

"Ding Fan... you can't kill me..." Wang Zeen's mental defenses were practically about to collapse at this moment.

Everyone in this bar had been slain by Ding Fan, and he believed that Ding Fan would definitely not show mercy when killing him.

"Ding Fan, as long as you don't kill me, I won't interfere with you and Lin Qingqing being together, and I promise I won't bother Lin Qingqing in the future either, okay... just don't kill me!"

A glint of murderous intent flashed in Ding Fan's eyes at that moment. "You do not have the right to decide for Lin Qingqing! You're not worthy!"

As he spoke, Ding Fan continued walking forward.

"Ding... Ding Fan, as long as you don't kill me, I'll give you money, any amount you want... I'll give you a hundred million, one hundred million to buy my life! Please, just don't kill me..."

At this moment, there was no trace of the composure previously seen on Wang Zeen's face; he was trembling all over, and if it were not for the bar counter supporting him, he would have already slumped to the ground.

Ding Fan acted as if he had not heard Wang Zeen's words, walking step by step toward him.

Wang Zeen knelt on the ground. He followed Wang Hao's example and began to kowtow desperately to Ding Fan. In the face of life and death, dignity and pride were abandoned by Wang Zeen; he would even call Ding Fan his grandpa if it meant Ding Fan would spare his life.

"Young Master Ding, please spare me, I will never dare to provoke you again, never dare to bother Lin Qingqing again..."

As Wang Zeen said this, he grabbed a chopper nearby and, after a slight pause, chopped it down toward his own right hand.

A spurt of blood flew up, and Wang Zeen's right hand was actually severed.

Just now, Wang Hao had been spared by Ding Fan for amputating his own right hand; now Wang Zeen, following Wang Hao's example, amputated his own right hand, hoping that Ding Fan would also grant him a way out. The most update n0vels are published on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵

Only after amputating his right hand did Wang Zeen understand the feelings Wang Hao had at that moment, why he did not hesitate at all before chopping off his own right hand.

Compared to his life, his right hand was definitely the lesser choice!

However, Ding Fan did not slow his pace at all because of Wang Zeen severing his own right hand; the murderous intent in his eyes remained undiminished and intense.

Previously, if it weren't for Lin Qingqing being in the car, and if he didn't have Divine Sense on him, he probably would have died by now.

In the Cultivation World, Ding Fan had learnt a principle: to never show mercy to those who sought his life.

"If you kill me, the Wang Family will not let you off..." Seeing Ding Fan's resolute murderous intent standing in front of him, Wang Zeen knew he was doomed today.

In his life's final moment, he screamed out that sentence.

Ding Fan swiftly executed a Wind Blade Technique, instantly slicing Wang Zeen in half. Blood splattered everywhere, his internal organs scattered across the floor.

Previously, Wang Zeen had told Jiusong that he wanted to make Ding Fan die the most brutal death. Now Ding Fan had returned the favor, letting him die in the most brutal way!

After killing Wang Zeen and exiting the bar, Ding Fan cast a Fireball Technique directly, and suddenly, the bar was engulfed in raging flames.

After this fire, all traces of Ding Fan would be burned away to nothing...

Ding Fan continued walking out of the alley, planning to hail a taxi. But just then, a white sedan pulled up in front of him.

Ding Fan was taken aback; the white sedan was clearly coming for him. His brows furrowed, wondering if someone had discovered him right after he had just killed Wang Zeen.

At that moment, the window of the white sedan rolled down. Mary leaned out from inside the car.

"Get in!" Mary said to Ding Fan in a carefree manner.

Ding Fan hesitated slightly. He did not understand why Mary appeared here, and why she would offer him a ride.

Seeing Ding Fan reluctant to get in, she spoke in a mysteriously, "After pulling off such a big job, do you think you can just leave by taxi and not be tracked down by the records of nearby cabbies..."

Ding Fan's brows furrowed, a serious look crossing his eyes; the big job Mary mentioned was most likely his killing of Wang Zeen.

"Alright. Don't hesitate, get in. We need to leave here first, otherwise it'll be trouble if the police arrive!" Mary said.

Ding Fan thought for a moment, then got directly into the car.