Chapter 919: Chapter 919

In a patch of tropical forest behind Yongfan Island.

Due to the sparse population and limited development on Yongfan Island, this area has always remained undeveloped.

At this moment, a white-haired elder stood with hands clasped behind his back on a giant tree. Under the moonlight, his figure appeared tall and imposing, his aura extraordinary.

Swish... Suddenly, a figure appeared directly in front of the white-haired elder.

The newcomer was also an older man. "Sect Master, the letter has been delivered to Ding Fan."

The white-haired elder did not react, his gaze fixed on the distant sea.

This white-haired elder was none other than Wu Qian Kun, the Sect Master of the Myriad Poison Sect.

"Sect Master, there is something I don't understand," the arriving elder said cautiously.

"Speak your mind," Wu Qian Kun replied indifferently.

The elder said, "Sect Master, that young knave Ding Fan has repeatedly killed our Myriad Poison Sect's disciples. First, he killed Young Master Wu Fatian, then Chen Qiang, the Poison King, and even Bian Zhimu all fell by his hands. Why have you always stood idly by?"

Wu Qian Kun snorted coldly, "A bunch of useless trash, flaunting their power behind my back. If they lacked the ability to protect themselves, they deserved death... Chen Qiang, the Poison King, Bian Zhimu, even Wu Fatian—when I was in seclusion, which of them didn't harbor ambition to break away from the Myriad Demon Sect and establish their own factions? Even you, Elder Qing Shi, were once closely aligned with Bian Zhimu, weren't you? Didn't you also dream of founding your own dominion?"

The elder's heart tightened at those words, as if a blade had been placed against his back.

He knew very well that Elder Qing Shi had indeed allied with Bian Zhimu for a time, only for Bian Zhimu to be eliminated prematurely.

The elder had thought that few knew of this matter and was shocked to realize that Sect Master Wu Qian Kun had perceived everything...

"Sect Master, your subordinate deserves to die!"

"If I wanted you dead, you'd already be dead. The fact that you're still alive now speaks volumes," Wu Qian Kun said, lightly snorting. "In the future, you'd better not hold any disloyal thoughts, or you won't even know how you died."

As Wu Qian Kun spoke, his body suddenly surged with Inner Strength. A strong blast of energy rippled out, creating a fierce wind that made Elder Qing Shi's face turn pale upon sensing it.

"Sect Master… you… you've actually ascended to Heavenly Level, Fifth Grade..."

In the Outer Hidden Sects, due to a shortage of cultivation resources and superior Cultivation Techniques, it was rare for anyone to advance to the Heavenly Level. To have someone reach the Fifth Grade of Heavenly Level was even rarer. Up until now, Elder Qing Shi had yet to encounter anyone in the Outer Hidden Sects who had managed such a feat.

Wu Qian Kun did not respond, his lips curling into a proud smirk.

"Your subordinate congratulates the Sect Master on his tremendous advancement. From now on, I will pledge absolute loyalty to the Sect Master," Qing Shi hurriedly declared his allegiance.

Wu Qian Kun glanced at Qing Shi. "That's enough. There's nothing left for you to do here. You may leave."

"Sect Master, to atone for my prior mistakes, please give me a chance. Allow me to lead an assault and eradicate everyone on this Yongfan Island," Qing Shi said.

"Eradicate?" Wu Qian Kun eyed Qing Shi. "When did I say I wanted them eradicated?"

Qing Shi was momentarily puzzled by Wu Qian Kun's response. "Then what does the Sect Master intend?"

Wu Qian Kun continued, "Years ago, Bian Zhimu spent a long time scheming to build a nation. I always observed him from behind the scenes. Qing Shi, you're a smart man. Surely, you must know what my ultimate goal is."

Qing Shi indeed recalled Bian Zhimu's ambitions back then. At the time, Bian Zhimu had used the Myriad Demon Sect's resources tirelessly in pursuit of his dream of nation-building.

Back then, many within the Myriad Demon Sect thought the Sect Master overly protective of Bian Zhimu. Now, after hearing Wu Qian Kun's words, Qing Shi suddenly realized: everything had been within the Sect Master's control all along.

"Could it be the Sect Master also wishes to build a nation?"

Wu Qian Kun chuckled. "Yongfan Island is already unified, and its Spiritual Energy is abundant. It's the perfect place to establish a kingdom. If you go on a killing spree, won't I have to waste considerable effort cleaning up the aftermath?"

"So you're not here for revenge, but rather to claim the island?" At that moment, Ding Fan's voice rang out from nearby.

Qing Shi froze upon hearing Ding Fan's voice. As an Earth Level martial artist at the Peak, he hadn't even sensed Ding Fan's approach.

Immediately, Qing Shi drew his Longsword, assuming a stance to protect his master.

Wu Qian Kun, however, remained calm and composed, scrutinizing Ding Fan from head to toe. "Someone who can dominate a region truly isn't ordinary. So young, and yet you've attained such a level of cultivation. If I hadn't just ascended, I wouldn't even have been able to sense your presence."

Ding Fan didn't waste words, saying flatly, "I'm right here. If you want a fight, go ahead."

Ding Fan's demeanor was indifferent, as though he were facing an ordinary person.

"With your talent combined with my strategy, we could conquer the world. How about we join forces?" Wu Qian Kun proposed to Ding Fan.

From Ding Fan's aura alone, Wu Qian Kun could already deduce that he possessed a cultivation above the Heavenly Level.

In the Outer Hidden Sects, let alone the Inner Hidden Sects, it was exceedingly rare for someone of Ding Fan's age to reach such a level of cultivation.

Moments later, Wu Qian Kun felt a surge of admiration for Ding Fan's talent.

Ding Fan glanced at Wu Qian Kun. "Your son Wu Fatian, your adopted son Bian Zhimu, and the elders and protectors of the Myriad Demon Sect—I killed them all. And you don't seek revenge?"

"They all sought to overthrow me. Even if you hadn't killed them, I would have," Wu Qian Kun replied blandly. "As long as you agree to collaborate with me, I promise you'll become a figure of unparalleled status, second only to myself."

"Not interested," Ding Fan said.

Wu Qian Kun's expression darkened. "It seems you truly don't recognize the situation. If that's the case, I don't mind killing you outright."

Wu Qian Kun wasn't foolish. Someone like Ding Fan, who posed such a threat, needed either to be kept under control or eliminated as soon as possible. Fınd the newest release on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚·𝔫𝔢𝔱

Given Ding Fan's youth, his potential for growth was immense. Wu Qian Kun knew he had to eliminate Ding Fan before he became truly unstoppable.

"Try if you have the skill," Ding Fan replied nonchalantly.

"Still impudent in your youth. Do you think your current cultivation truly allows you to act so insolently?" Wu Qian Kun gestured toward Qing Shi. "Kill him."

Qing Shi immediately raised his Longsword. A streak of Sword Qi sliced through the air with a sharp, piercing sound.

In the wake of the sword's hum, over ten figures surrounded Ding Fan. Ding Fan used his Divine Sense to scan them and discerned that their cultivation levels were all impressive, at least Grade Seven or Eight at the Earth Level.

With the Sect Master of the Myriad Demon Sect personally involved, things indeed felt different. Summoning ten Earth Level experts at once was not within the capabilities of an ordinary sect.

In the Outer Hidden Sects, Earth Level experts were usually prominent figures. Yet the Myriad Demon Sect could dispatch so many at once. This was a testament to why they were considered the leading sect among the dark factions.

"Attack!" Qing Shi bellowed, and the surrounding figures drew their Longswords and charged toward Ding Fan.

Watching this, a smile slowly crept onto Wu Qian Kun's face.

The ten-plus Earth Level experts were formidable on their own, but they had also formed a Formation, significantly amplifying their offensive power.

To Wu Qian Kun, no matter how great Ding Fan's cultivation was, there was no chance he could escape from this Formation.

This Formation was an inheritance from the Myriad Demon Sect's ancestors. Even a martial artist at the Third Grade of the Heavenly Level would not survive it—let alone Ding Fan.

Just as Wu Qian Kun was convinced of Ding Fan's imminent death, an unexpected shift occurred in the Arena. A Wind Blade slashed through the air.

This Wind Blade was unlike ordinary ones.

The aura it projected was immensely powerful. The Wind Blade's force was so overwhelming that even Wu Qian Kun, watching from afar, was forced to take a step back.

Fist-sized rocks on the ground were swept into the air.

Wu Qian Kun's face paled briefly. The sheer power behind this Wind Blade was something even he might struggle to conjure. And Ding Fan, hardly in his twenties, had achieved this…

While Wu Qian Kun was still processing, the Wind Blade slashed forward, unleashing a bloodbath.

When Wu Qian Kun looked back at the Arena, his eyes widened.

Inside the Arena, severed limbs and internal organs littered the ground. It had transformed into a ghastly scene resembling a hellish Asura's domain.

Of the ten-plus martial artists who had surrounded Ding Fan, only two remained alive. The others had been slaughtered in a single strike…

Wu Qian Kun frowned deeply. If he had not witnessed it himself, he wouldn't believe that this young man in his early twenties had used one Wind Blade to kill over ten Earth Level experts…

The two surviving martial artists were utterly stupefied. Relying on the Formation and their numbers, they could never have anticipated such an outcome.

While those two were still in shock, Wu Qian Kun's figure suddenly appeared before them.

The two martial artists snapped back to their senses and fled behind Wu Qian Kun without hesitation. One of them, in his haste, even tripped and fell.

Wu Qian Kun stared coldly at Ding Fan across the way.

He had spared those two in order to preserve some strength for the Myriad Demon Sect. Earth Level martial artists were the backbone of the sect; if they were all killed, the sect's future would be in peril.

But even now, the damage to the sect's strength caused by Ding Fan was severe. Wu Qian Kun knew it would take a long time for them to recover.

"Brat, you deserve death!" Wu Qian Kun growled, his face contorted with anger.

Whoosh... Wu Qian Kun raised his right hand, and a Long Whip appeared in his grasp.

This Long Whip was a Grade Nine Artifact of Attack. Such an artifact was considered top-tier. While Ding Fan had encountered many Magic Artifacts, ones of Grade Seven or above were rare, let alone Grade Nine.

For instance, the Peach Immortal Sword of the Peach Blossom Female Sect was only about Grade Five.

Yet Ding Fan stood with his hands behind his back, showing no intention of drawing out his Nine Profound Iron sword.

Currently at the Middle Stage of the Golden Core realm, Ding Fan's cultivation allowed him to withstand even attacks from Profound Level martial artists of the Third or Fourth Grade. Against a mere Fifth Grade Heavenly Level martial artist, he felt no need for a weapon.

"Let's end this," Ding Fan said coldly to Wu Qian Kun.

The hatred between Ding Fan and the Myriad Demon Sect ran too deep. This confrontation was inevitable. Since it was bound to happen, Ding Fan decided it was better to resolve it sooner rather than later.

"Brat, today I'll ensure not even your corpse remains!"

Wu Qian Kun raised his right hand, and the Long Whip lashed out toward Ding Fan.