Chapter 964: Chapter 964
On that day, Wu Qian Kun, the sect leader of the Myriad Demon Sect, led the core members of his sect to Yongfan Island, only to be completely wiped out by Ding Fan.
It could be said that after that incident, the Myriad Demon Sect had already fallen, unable to stir up any waves.
Yet this time, the Myriad Demon Sect dared to provoke the Longxi Auction. One must know that the Longxi Auction, too, was a significant power, even one that the Upper Xuan Sect dared not trifle with back then. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝓷𝓮𝓽
From what the middle-aged man said, Ding Fan gleaned the essence of the situation—the Myriad Demon Sect's desperate clash with the Longxi Auction was principally to lay claim to that Ancient Divine Weapon.
The middle-aged man continued, "After the Longxi Auction obtained the Ancient Divine Weapon, they quietly returned to Longxi, but this matter was still uncovered by us from the Myriad Demon Sect."
Ding Fan nodded slightly.
The Longxi Auction had been kind to Ding Fan in the past—they had stepped in during his times of need. Now that trouble had befallen them, it was impossible for Ding Fan to stand idly by.
However, hearing that only the Longxi Auction was aware of this incident gave Ding Fan some relief. Otherwise, if the news about the Divine Weapon's emergence spread and alarmed the Hidden Sects, things would become far more complicated.
Though Ding Fan's cultivation was formidable, the power of a single person was ultimately limited.
"How many people has the Myriad Demon Sect dispatched this time?" Ding Fan asked.
"Everyone they could muster… The Fifth Elder, Ren Kuang, is now in charge of Myriad Demon Sect's affairs. This time, he's sworn to seize the Divine Weapon and restore the sect's former glory." At this point, the middle-aged man, desperate to save his life, held nothing back, divulging everything he knew.
"Where is Ren Kuang now?"
"They should be in the Longxi Auction's underground hall…"
Ding Fan's expression tightened. The underground hall of the Longxi Auction was protected by numerous prohibitions, making it nearly impossible for outsiders to enter. The Myriad Demon Sect's penetration of the underground hall indicated that the situation was exceedingly dire.
Without delay, Ding Fan wasted no more time. With a swipe of wind blades, the three remaining Myriad Demon Sect disciples were mercilessly slain.
News of the Divine Weapon's emergence must not be divulged carelessly, so at this moment, there was no room for mercy.
"No… don't kill me…" The middle-aged man, trembling uncontrollably, watched as Ding Fan swiftly executed his companions.
"Come with me…" Ding Fan grabbed the man like a helpless chicken, then raced forward with Luo Li in tow…
The underground hall of the Longxi Auction.
The hall, about the size of a basketball court, was thick with the stench of blood.
Corpses were sprawled haphazardly across the ground. In one corner, fewer than ten people from the Longxi Auction were still standing. Typically reticent, Chairman Jia Yunhao stood at the forefront, clutching a longsword, his body soaked in blood.
On the opposite side of the auction members stood over thirty people, their gazes predatory.
"Ren Kuang… Even if you kill all of us today, there's no way for your group to escape. The formation here has been activated; we'll all perish together." Jia Yunhao's face was resolute.
"Jia Yunhao, give it up." The short old man named Ren Kuang replied indifferently. "The auction's formation has already been nullified by me… Hand over the Divine Weapon, and I'll spare the lives of your remaining people."
Jia Yunhao chuckled coldly. "Ren Kuang, do you think I'm a three-year-old who'd believe that? If you truly got your hands on the Divine Weapon, wouldn't you slaughter us all to ensure silence?"
Ren Kuang's face darkened. "Then you all shall die."
With that, Ren Kuang raised his right hand and struck fiercely.
Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind surged across the hall, stirring chaos. Jia Yunhao was blown off his feet by the force.
Jia Yunhao hit the ground hard, vomiting a mouthful of blood.
"Chairman…" The auction members rushed over, helping Jia Yunhao to his feet.
"You've all been poisoned by our Myriad Demon Sect's Crisp Bone Powder. Do you still think you can resist?" Ren Kuang sneered icily.
Crisp Bone Powder was a notorious toxin of the Myriad Demon Sect. Once afflicted, one's body would go limp, bones turning brittle as if they'd dissolved, rendering any Inner Strength utterly unusable.
Jia Yunhao's expression grew heavy. "Ren Kuang, your Myriad Demon Sect will meet a despicable end…"
Ren Kuang snorted coldly. "In this world, only the weak curse others. The truly strong rely solely on their power."
Turning to his disciples, Ren Kuang ordered, "All Myriad Demon Sect disciples, hear me—kill them all!"
Shing… The disciples of the Myriad Demon Sect drew their longswords simultaneously.
Jia Yunhao's heart sank.
After today, the Longxi Chamber of Commerce would cease to exist…
He glanced apologetically at his comrades. "It's my fault for dragging you all into this…"
"Chairman, don't say that. When the Chamber thrived, we shared in its glory. Now that it's in trouble, how could we abandon it? We'll live and die with the Chamber!"
"Yes! Live and die together!"
Moved by their loyalty, Jia Yunhao nodded. Then, he turned resolutely toward Ren Kuang.
"Ren Kuang, come at us! We fear neither death nor sacrifice!"
"Kill them!" Ren Kuang wasted no time and waved his hand decisively.
Jia Yunhao shut his eyes in resignation.
But just as Jia Yunhao braced himself for certain doom, the sharp sound of a wind blade suddenly whistled through the air.
Blood spurted and misted in the air…
Jia Yunhao opened his eyes, startled. What he saw caused him to freeze—a familiar figure had appeared before him. The three Myriad Demon Sect disciples at the forefront had been cleaved in half, their blood pooling on the floor.
And standing before him was none other than Ding Fan.
"Chairman Jia, I'm sorry I'm late. Leave the rest of this rabble to me," Ding Fan said calmly.
Relief flooded Jia Yunhao's heart, as if clouds had parted to reveal the sun.
Where it once seemed the Chamber was destined to collapse, Ding Fan's arrival brought a sudden turn of fortune and newfound hope.
"So, you're Ding Fan?" Ren Kuang regarded Ding Fan with visible wariness.
After all, the Myriad Demon Sect's sect leader had been slain by Ding Fan. Yet Ren Kuang struggled to comprehend how someone who appeared no older than twenty-two or three could achieve such a feat…
Without a word, Ding Fan hurled a wind blade directly at him.
Ren Kuang instinctively dodged, though he couldn't prevent Ding Fan from severing one of his arms. Even so, he narrowly escaped with his life.
While Ren Kuang managed to evade, his disciples were far less fortunate. In mere moments, many fell to the ground, lifeless.
Ding Fan showed no intention of halting. With a wave of his hand, the Nine Profound Iron appeared in his grasp.
In a flash, his body blurred, diving into the crowd like a wolf among sheep, reaping lives with unrivaled skill.
Every flash of his sword beam claimed the life of at least one disciple of the Myriad Demon Sect.
Soon, the underground hall turned into a sea of blood, filled with screams of anguish—a hellish scene of brutality and despair.
By now, even Ren Kuang was utterly dumbfounded. The Myriad Demon Sect, known for its ruthlessness and feared by all, suddenly seemed childish and laughable in comparison.
Over thirty Myriad Demon Sect disciples had perished in mere minutes, their lives no more than weeds beneath Ding Fan's blade...
This was true ruthlessness. True resolve.
Not only Ren Kuang but even the members of the Longxi Chamber of Commerce were left dumbfounded.
They had witnessed killings before, but never . Even though Ding Fan slaughtered enemies of the Chamber, goosebumps ran cold down their spines.
"Now it's your turn," Ding Fan said coolly, staring at the trembling Ren Kuang.
"Y-You're supposed to be from a righteous sect… You won't kill me… You have a code of honor… You… won't do this…"
Ding Fan saw through Ren Kuang's feeble attempt to appeal to his principles and spared no sympathy.
Shing… With another wind blade, Ren Kuang was bisected on the spot.
Ren Kuang's lifeless body crumpled to the ground…
To slay over thirty Myriad Demon Sect members in one fell swoop was not mindless slaughter by Ding Fan.
If even one or two escaped, the Myriad Demon Sect would surely spread word that the Longxi Auction possessed an Ancient Divine Weapon.
If that happened, the Hidden Sects might step in, leading to real chaos and bloodshed. Thousands of lives might be lost.
Thus, Ding Fan's killing was ultimately an act of salvation—
Salvation for the innocent, from those who preyed upon them...
"Ding Fan… Thank you…" By now, members of the Longxi Chamber of Commerce were helping Jia Yunhao to his feet.
Ding Fan utilized his Divine Sense to examine the group, immediately detecting the poison running through them, sapping their strength.
He produced several pills from his robe. "Chairman Jia, distribute these quickly."
Having managed the auction for so many years, Jia Yunhao quickly recognized the extraordinary value of the pills Ding Fan presented—each was at least third grade.
Second-grade pills alone were treasures, and now Ding Fan had taken out more than ten third-grade pills at once. Their worth was immeasurable...
"This…" Jia Yunhao hesitated, overwhelmed by the generosity of the gesture.
Ding Fan saw through Jia Yunhao's reluctance. "Saving lives takes priority. This isn't the time for formalities."
Jia Yunhao nodded. "Thank you, Young Master Ding."
He promptly distributed the pills provided by Ding Fan.
Meanwhile, Luo Li entered the hall from outside.
At the sight of corpses strewn across the floor, her face turned pale with fright. Her concern shifted to her sister, Wu Die.
Yet after searching the hall, Luo Li found no sign of her sister.
"Chairman Jia, where is Wu Die?" Ding Fan asked, aware that helping Luo Li find her sister was his primary goal. He couldn't allow her anguish to persist, so he inquired without delay.