Chapter 485: Chapter 485
Divine Consciousness Imprint?!
Ding Fan was slightly taken aback. He had come across the Divine Consciousness Imprint in the Cultivation World.
The imprint was something that people with Great Divine Power within a Sect would brand on the sect's disciples. Should the disciple perish, the imprint would automatically mark the person responsible for their demise.
However, inscribing the Divine Consciousness Imprint was extremely waste of divine power. In the Cultivation World, few were willing to make such an imprint, and Ding Fan had not expected that Chen Qiang, whom he had previously slain, would also have the imprint.
Myriad Demon Sect sure had a bold approach...
At that moment, Ding Fan directly drew out his Selfless Sword. The strength of his opponent was apparent; facing an Earth-Level peak Martial Artist, Ding Fan could not afford to be careless.
The elder glanced at the Selfless Sword in Ding Fan's hand, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"What a fine Longsword..."
After speaking, the elder began to praise it with tsk tsks of admiration.
The elder was solely admiring the Longsword; he did not pay any heed to Ding Fan who was wielding the Sword.
"Die!" Ding Fan didn't bother with words, he directly lunged at the elder.
Swish, swish, swish... After several strikes, the elder was forced to retreat repeatedly by Ding Fan's Swords moves.
Facing such a powerful enemy, how could Ding Fan do anything but go all out! Right from the start, he employed the Thousand Cranes Sword.
The Thousand Cranes Sword was incredibly exquisite, and paired with Ding Fan's nimble movement technique and his strong cultivation, for a time, the elder could only parry and was unable to counterattack.
At this point, the elder's expression turned from disdain to seriousness.
The elder had not considered Ding Fan a significant threat. In his view, the main reason Chen Qiang had fallen to Ding Fan was probably due to underestimating him.
At the beginning of their encounter, when the elder realized Ding Fan could use Wind Blade, this further convinced him of his notion. Ding Fan must have won against Chen Qiang through a sneak attack.
However, as soon as Ding Fan unleashed the Thousand Cranes Sword, the elder was taken aback.
The Thousand Cranes Sword technique was sophisticated, seamless, and each Sword move harbored many hidden and changeful attacks. Under such an assault, the elder found no opportunity to fight back.
Only now did the elder realize that he had underestimated Ding Fan.
This young man before him was no ordinary individual!
Now Ding Fan had gained the upper hand, pressing on at every turn, and the elder, relying on his experience and cultivation, managed to hold on with difficulty.
"You youngster, I didn't expect I would underestimate you... but if you think you can simply overwhelm me, you must be dreaming!"
After speaking, the elder's right hand fiercely slapped towards Ding Fan's shoulder.
The elder adopted a head-on approach. With the subtlety of the Thousand Cranes Sword, the elder was unable to switch from defense to offense, so he had to go for a direct confrontation, forcing Ding Fan into a test of Inner Strength.
The elder believed that with Ding Fan's youth, even if he had some Inner Strength, it could not match his own cultivation level.
Thus, the elder was convinced that if his opponent chose to clash head-on, he would turn the tide and become the aggressor.
Ding Fan saw the elder's palm bearing down on his shoulder and had no intention of dodging; he could see that the elder intended to overpower him with brute force.
And it was precisely because he saw through the elder's intention that Ding Fan was even more reluctant to dodge!
You wish to suppress me with your formidable cultivation? Then I must demonstrate who truly is the stronger one!
Besides, in combat with such a powerful opponent, if the opponent gained the upper hand, then I would be at an even greater disadvantage! Rather than let the opponent get the upper hand, it's better to stake everything on one strike.
Even in death, I would take a piece of the enemy with me!
Ding Fan became stubborn, he concentrated the True Qi within his body and met the elder's attacking palm head-on.
Seeing Ding Fan not avoiding but rather clashing directly with him, the elder scoffed coldly.
The elder had originally wanted to just gain an advantage, but Ding Fan gave no quarter. The elder's face became solemn as he hastily gathered all of his Inner Strength into his right palm.
The two clashed together.
For a moment, a strong gust of wind erupted from the two men at the center.
The instant they clashed, Ding Fan's body was blown away in retreat.
An Earth-Level peak Martial Artist's full-strength strike was terrifying; Ding Fan was sent flying backward more than ten meters before crashing heavily onto the ground.
Pfft... A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.
Ding Fan sustained no small injury, and the elder didn't fare much better.
After their fierce exchange, he was shaken by Ding Fan's True Qi and sent flying. However, unlike Ding Fan, he managed to steady himself at the last moment thanks to his powerful cultivation.
The elder also felt a stifling sensation in his chest; holding back with effort, he prevented the blood from coming out. However, he was aware that from that full-force strike, he had also suffered no light injury.
Now, when the elder looked at Ding Fan again, his face was full of seriousness.
Ding Fan possessed a Magic Artifact that concealed his cultivation, so he couldn't discern Ding Fan's true level of cultivation. But from the moment when Ding Fan threw the Wind Blade, the elder had not underestimated him.
To be able to release a Wind Blade, it was simply impossible without the strength of at least Fifth Grade Earth Level.
Yet, now that their Inner Strengths had clashed, he himself was blown away, although it seemed like he was still standing, just hanging on by a thread. But the elder didn't see it that way.
The elder was over seventy years old, a man who had truly endured decades of bitter Cultivation to achieve the level he had today. How old was Ding Fan?
Just twenty-one or twenty-two!
To be able to clash with a Martial Artist at the peak of Earth Level at such a young age, and to only be slightly behind!
If Ding Fan were given a few more years, what situation would arise by then?
Thinking this, a thick murderous intention flickered in the elder's eyes. No matter what, he wouldn't leave himself such a huge hidden threat.
"Young man, I have indeed underestimated you... To possess such cultivation at your age, I must admit, you are very formidable," the elder said, his right hand suddenly drawing out a pair of judging pens.
"However, you shouldn't have provoked the Myriad Demon Sect... So today, you must die!"
At this moment, Ding Fan lay on the ground, struggling to prop himself up to sit, but the stabbing pain that spread throughout his body with the effort made even Ding Fan grimace in agony.
"Let go of your insignificant resistance," the elder said, stepping closer to Ding Fan step by step.
Ding Fan glanced at Ye Ningqing, who was still unconscious and hanging by a thread.
A smile seemed to play at the corners of Ning Qing's lips at that moment.
Ding Fan recalled the words Ye Ningqing had mentioned before.
This silly girl might still be thinking about the taste of love even now...
Ding Fan sighed gently. By now, he knew that it was utterly impossible for him to escape this predicament.
Just as the elder was about five or six steps away from Ding Fan, a Yuan Beast with horns on its head burst out directly from Ding Fan's storage ring.
The beast, the size of a small calf, had a wolf-like head but horns, and wings on its back. The Yuan Beast roared, its killing aura almost seeming to freeze the air around it.
It positioned itself in front of Ding Fan, a fierce look on its face as it faced the approaching elder. Clearly, the Yuan Beast was there to protect Ding Fan.
"A Chilaio Beast!" The color drained from the elder's face.
The Chilaio Beast, a First Grade creature between heaven and earth, had a formidable reputation within the Ancient Martial World.
There were tales of its overbearing power, where it was said to have slaughtered gods and buddhas. There was a legend of a Chilaio Beast that emerged, against which many Sects dispatched their elites to exterminate. However, in the end, that very Chilaio Beast annihilated all those who had surrounded it. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚑𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚑𝙣𝙚𝙩
Later, a disciple from the Buddhist Sect finally subdued the Chilaio Beast using a Great Dharmic Tool, thus sparing the world from further catastrophe.
Many Sects preserved paintings of their elites attempting to slay the Chilaio Beast. Although the depictions varied, one thing was beyond doubt:
The Chilaio Beast had the face of a wolf, horns, and wings on its back...
The elder recognized the Chilaio Beast by these features, but he had never expected to encounter one here.
"Roar..." The Chilaio Beast let out another roar.
The scent of blood was overwhelming, and waves of killing intent, almost tangible, made it extremely difficult for the elder even to breathe.
This Chilaio Beast was terribly powerful. Legend had it that even Heavenly Level Martial Artists were no match for it. Among those who had besieged it in the past, many were strong figures of Heavenly Level.
If even Heavenly Level fighters were no match for the Chilaio Beast, it was needless to say what chance he himself stood now... The elder's heart conceded defeat.
The elder glared fiercely at Ding Fan behind the Chilaio Beast.
Ding Fan, so young yet so heaven-defying in his cultivation, and now guarded by a Chilaio Beast...
If this child were not eliminated soon, he would surely become a great menace in the future!
That's what the elder was thinking, but he had no power to change anything. Even at his prime, he wouldn't be a match for the Chilaio Beast, let alone now that he had sustained serious internal injuries from clashing with Ding Fan.
Roar... The Chilaio Beast roared again, this time taking a step forward.
The elder, as if having made a decision, a blur of motion, suddenly vanished from in front of Ding Fan.
Seeing the elder leave, the Chilaio Beast then approached Ding Fan's side.
Ding Fan's face was as pale as paper.
"Master... how are you?"
As the Chilaio Beast spoke, it transformed into Zizi and Duorou.
Naturally, the Chilaio Beast was none other than Duorou transformed. Ding Fan had been driven to near-death by the elder, and in that critical moment, Duorou had transformed into the Chilaio Beast to save Ding Fan's life...