Chapter 955: Chapter 955

Looking at the person before him, Qi Guangzhi involuntarily stepped back two steps in fear.

The man in front of him was practically Qi Guangzhi's worst nightmare. Once, outside Lushan City, this very man had casually slaughtered two Earth Level powerhouses with a wave of his hand.

Qi Guangzhi himself was merely at the Earth Level of cultivation; in front of this man, he was no better than an ant. If this man wanted to crush him, all it would take was a slight movement of his hand.

"You must die." The newcomer spoke coldly.

At the sound of his voice, Luo Li, who had been closing her eyes and waiting for death, hastily opened them. When she saw the figure standing not far away, tears instantly streamed down her face.

The person who appeared at this moment—who else could it be but Ding Fan?

Song Jiacheng's gaze grew heavy. From the moment Ding Fan used a Wind Blade to kill two Qi Family martial artists just now, Song Jiacheng understood that, in terms of actual cultivation, he stood no chance of winning.

However, Song Jiacheng still had his trump card. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩

Members of the Song Family primarily cultivated telekinesis. They could use it to control others' divine sense and, although the effect wouldn't last long, it was sufficient to decide the outcome in a brief amount of time.

"Friend, it seems there's been some misunderstanding between us." Song Jiacheng spoke while stepping toward Ding Fan.

Luo Li glanced at Song Jiacheng, then urgently shouted to Ding Fan, "Be careful, he can use telekinesis to control your body."

Earlier, Luo Li had been controlled by Song Jiacheng's telekinesis, which had led to him sealing her acupoints.

However, just as Luo Li finished speaking, Song Jiacheng let out a wild laugh beside her: "Too late, such a pity… what a pity…"

Hearing Song Jiacheng's words, Luo Li's eyes dimmed.

She couldn't deny that she deserved her current predicament; after all, Ding Fan had warned her before.

Yet now, Ding Fan had come to rescue her, unwittingly dragging himself into danger. Luo Li felt waves of guilt toward Ding Fan.

"Kid, I was planning to hunt you down eventually. I didn't expect you to show up here, saving me the trouble." At this, Song Jiacheng waved his right hand, summoning a longsword.

Holding the longsword, Song Jiacheng swung it directly at Ding Fan's throat.

Beside them, Luo Li instinctively shut her eyes, unwilling to witness Ding Fan shedding blood on her behalf.

But the expected sound of the longsword sinking into flesh never came; the surroundings fell into dead silence instead.

Luo Li hesitated, then opened her eyes. When she took in the scene, her eyes widened involuntarily.

At this moment, Ding Fan was calmly holding Song Jiacheng's thrusting longsword with just two fingers…

"How… how is this possible?"

Luo Li could hardly believe her own eyes. Earlier, she herself had been controlled by Song Jiacheng's telekinesis, which she greatly feared.

But now, Ding Fan remained entirely unaffected as if Song Jiacheng's telekinetic abilities didn't exist.

Not only was Luo Li shocked, but even Song Jiacheng wore an utterly baffled expression.

The Qi manipulation techniques of the Minjiang Song Family were renowned for their potency; countless Ancient Martial Arts experts had previously fallen to their secret techniques.

Yet now, the once infallible telekinesis had no effect whatsoever against Ding Fan. In all his years of practicing, Song Jiacheng had never encountered such a situation.

Of course, Song Jiacheng had no understanding of the disparity. How could his meager telekinesis stand against a cultivator? Let alone Ding Fan, whose divine sense was exceptionally powerful...

"You… how did you do this?"

Ding Fan glared coldly at Song Jiacheng. Back outside Lushan City, if not for the Ghost Sect's imminent arrival, Song Jiacheng would have already been slain then—it wouldn't have come to this point.

With force from his two fingers, Ding Fan shattered Song Jiacheng's longsword.

Seeing this, Song Jiacheng's eyes widened further. The longsword was an Artifact of Attack, and yet Ding Fan crushed it between two fingers. If he hadn't seen it himself, who could believe such a feat?

"You…" Song Jiacheng stumbled back two steps, panic overtaking him.

Qi Guangzhi turned and bolted without hesitation.

Qi Guangzhi understood clearly that Ding Fan wasn't human—he was a Demon King. Staying meant certain death; running, however, gave him at least a one-percent chance of survival.

But Qi Guangzhi underestimated Ding Fan. Before his figure even reached the cave entrance, a Wind Blade swept through.

Suddenly, Qi Guangzhi's corpse fell lifelessly to the ground, sliced into two, his blood and viscera spilling everywhere.

Witnessing this, Song Jiacheng collapsed to the ground in terror.

Song Jiacheng considered himself ruthless and decisive, but compared to Ding Fan, he was leagues behind.

What did true brutality and decisiveness look like?

Ding Fan was the embodiment of it!

Beside them, Xiao Wei's jaw dropped in astonishment.

Earlier, Song Jiacheng had thoroughly crushed him, but now, in front of Ding Fan, Song Jiacheng was powerless, a complete contrast to the oppressive figure he had been.

Recalling how he had dared to challenge Ding Fan before, Xiao Wei trembled in fear. With his meager strength, Ding Fan could casually wave him out of existence...

Luo Li, whose acupoints were still sealed, gazed at Ding Fan with admiration.

Every girl dreams of a hero...

In a moment of peril, a prince on a white horse saving her from doom...

The aura Ding Fan exuded at this moment made Luo Li somewhat infatuated...

Whoosh... Ding Fan waved his right hand, and a gust of wind swept over. Luo Li instantly felt her body lighten; tentatively, she moved her limbs. To her surprise, her sealed acupoints had been released.

Song Jiacheng fell to his knees before Ding Fan. "...Don't… don't kill me!"

The aura of death emanating from Ding Fan, coupled with his overwhelming presence, could never be withstood by someone like Song Jiacheng. The fact that he hadn't wet himself was a testament to his self-control...

Ding Fan cast a frosty glance at Song Jiacheng. "Where is the Ghost Sect hiding?"

This auction was allegedly the largest gathering of Hidden Sects to date. As the strongest faction within the Hidden Sects, the Ghost Sect had no reason not to attend.

The Huangshan Song Family had already allied themselves with the Ghost Sect, so Ding Fan wanted answers from Song Jiacheng about their whereabouts.

Luo Li stumbled to her feet, supporting Xiao Wei. She couldn't fathom why Ding Fan was asking about the Ghost Sect's location; she was still unaware of the Minjiang Song Family's allegiance to the Ghost Sect.

"The Ghost Sect… I don't know anything about them…" Song Jiacheng faltered.

Song Jiacheng wasn't foolish; speaking about the Ghost Sect would only spell trouble for him later. If the Ghost Sect found out, it wouldn't just be him—the entire Minjiang Song Family would be annihilated.

Swoosh... Ding Fan didn't waste time. A Wind Blade slashed through.

Splurt... Blood sprayed as Song Jiacheng's arm fell to the ground.

"Aaaah!" Song Jiacheng writhed in agony, rolling on the floor like a whipped dog.

Beside him, Xiao Wei trembled in fear, gazing at Ding Fan with awe.

Decisive and ruthless without hesitation, ready to kill at the slightest provocation...

This kind of person, how could someone as spoiled as Xiao Wei not fear him?

"Where is the Ghost Sect now?" Ding Fan repeated his earlier question.

Though the words were the same, his aura was now far more threatening. A sharp, murderous intent radiated outward, even making Luo Li, standing some distance away, tremble.

Such intense killing intent!

"The Ghost Sect… They're at the Spirit Sect Mountain now…" Song Jiacheng hesitated before finally speaking.

Song Jiacheng knew that revealing the Ghost Sect would seal his fate with them eventually, but keeping silent meant he wouldn't survive to face that fate.

"Spirit Sect Mountain?" Ding Fan's expression turned solemn.

The Ghost Sect had previously used a Seal Stone to block the Immortal Sect's passage. Now they were targeting the Spirit Sect—why?

"Tell me everything you know," Ding Fan demanded urgently.

With his secrets already spilled, Song Jiacheng had no reservations left.

Survival was his priority now. If selling out his father could save him, let alone the Ghost Sect...

"The Ghost Sect plans to take advantage of this auction, where many skilled Spirit Sect members are bound to attend, to block the Spirit Sect Mountain's passage, isolating them from the world… They aim to permanently seal the Spirit Sect…"

"How long ago did the Ghost Sect leave?" Ding Fan pressed further, his urgency mounting.

The Immortal Sect's passage was already sealed; if the Spirit Sect's passage were blocked too, the consequences would be dire.

"By my estimate…" Song Jiacheng thought for a moment, then replied, "It's been three or four days since they left."

Without hesitation, Ding Fan unleashed a Wind Blade, cutting Song Jiacheng in two within moments.

Ding Fan had no time to waste. He immediately took out a Magic Artifact to summon the Spirit Sect disciples.

With the Spirit Sect in grave danger, there was no room for idle conversation.

Xiao Wei and Luo Li didn't understand what Ding Fan was doing. Seeing his grave expression, neither dared to speak.

Within moments, figures surged toward them from all directions.

Luo Li looked on, stunned.

Among those arriving, Luo Li recognized many, particularly the leader—a man she knew well. Wasn't he Luv Shanqi, the Great Elder of the Spirit Sect?

Ding Fan no longer concealed his true appearance. Removing his disguise, he revealed his real face.

Several Spirit Sect disciples who hadn't known his identity before knelt upon seeing him.

"Disciples of the Spirit Sect greet the Sect Master!"

The voices resonated across the land, shaking the mountains.

Luo Li stared blankly at Ding Fan...

"He… He's actually the Sect Master of the Spirit Sect…"