Top-tier Unruly Master-Chapter 1727 - 1764: The Chase

When everyone heard the nickname "Poison King," they couldn’t help but be extremely shocked in their hearts. Although they were all Cultivators in the Spirit Severing Late Stage, they were very apprehensive about the "Poison King." In terms of fair and open single combat, among those present, few could be a match for the Poison King.

As for their understanding of the "Poison King," some of them only know a little bit. Although the Poison King’s cultivation isn’t weak, it’s also in the Spirit Severing Late Stage, which is similar to everyone present. Thus, in a fair fight, there’s nothing about the Poison King that the others fear. But what makes the Poison King most feared is that he never fights fair; instead, he is adept at using poison. Hence, he was given the title of Poison King.

Being labeled as the Poison King clearly indicates his specialty is not in cultivation but in the use of poison. Rumor has it that the Poison King’s poison, even if a Tribulation Stage Cultivator were to fall victim, without antidote, they would perish from the poison. Needless to say for these Elder Cultivators in the Spirit Severing Late Stage.

Thus, even though the Poison King’s cultivation shows as Spirit Severing Late Stage, in terms of overall strength, he is already comparable to a Tribulation stage Cultivator. He is considered a rarity in the world, as his talent in poison is undoubtedly second to none. At this moment, Long Ren couldn’t help but feel concerned as he looked in the direction Ding Fan had previously hurried towards.

Long Ren knows his elder brother’s strength is exceptional, and he can definitely be considered a leader among the younger generation. His elder brother’s abilities even surpass his own. After all, surviving in the Xuantian Secret Realm requires more than just ordinary skills, especially given that this time it coincided with the most violent period. Despite this, his elder brother still returned alive and successfully protected his two disciples.

Managing to accomplish these things is enough to prove his elder brother’s prowess is extraordinary; even Long Ren himself might not be able to achieve this.

However, if the assailant is truly the Poison King, no matter how strong his elder brother is, he wouldn’t be a match for the Poison King. After all, that guy is comparable to a Tribulation stage Cultivator, and even Tribulation stage Cultivators feel apprehensive when facing him, hoping to keep their distance. They definitely wouldn’t provoke that adversary if they can avoid it.

Though his elder brother’s strength is formidable, he is definitely not on the same level as the Poison King.

Long Ren’s judgment is very accurate; as the Lake Master of the Thirty-six Caverns, he’s seen much and is extremely experienced. At this moment, he is certain that if facing the Poison King, his elder brother Ding Fan is doomed and definitely won’t be a match.

Previously, regarding some challenges his elder brother Ding Fan faced, Long Ren always believed in his elder brother Ding Fan, because Long Ren knew in his heart his elder brother’s strength was unordinary. In some situations where the chances of success might be practically zero, Long Ren wasn’t without a bit of faith in his elder brother.

But concerning this matter now, Long Ren is certain, if his elder brother Ding Fan encounters the Poison King, it would be certain death!

Moreover, Long Ren felt this ambush was too peculiar; the target of the ambush, Long Ren knew, was his elder brother. But the timing was too perfect; Long Ren believed that even if the elders admitted they couldn’t dodge the ambush if faced with it, he seriously doubted that if the Poisoned Arrow had targeted him, he could have evaded it.

The answer would likely be no.

Reflecting on the journey, everything went smoothly without encountering any dangerous events, resulting in everyone’s vigilance gradually lowering. One could say that tonight everyone’s vigilance was at its lowest on this journey, and there wasn’t even anyone on guard duty.

Therefore, Long Ren believes the ambusher must have tracked everyone for a long period before deciding to act tonight; the adversary is very scheming. And the motive is strong; the purpose of the ambush was singular: to kill Ding Fan! Not just to injure Ding Fan but to kill him.

Whether it’s from the Poisoned Arrow that leaves one in eternal damnation upon impact, or the precisely grasped opportunity, both show the ambusher’s sole purpose was to kill Ding Fan.

Long Ren was also puzzled, if the adversary was his elder brother’s enemy, how did they find out his elder brother’s and their group’s whereabouts, and grasped the timing so precisely? It’s highly likely they started following when everyone just descended from Giant Peak; this was even more unbelievable.

Long Ren knew that regarding this outing, only a few high-ranking members of the Thirty-six Caverns and their accompanying elders were aware; no one else knew. So, how did the ambush know about the whereabouts of Ding Fan and their group? Could it be merely good luck that the adversary happened upon them?

Long Ren obviously wouldn’t believe things were this simple...

"Lake Master, would Mr. Ding be in danger?" At this moment, Elder Wang asked worriedly. Among those present, he should be the one most knowledgeable about the Poison King. To this day, Elder Wang remains extremely wary of that guy, vividly recalling the last time he sparred with the Poison King, if it weren’t for luck evading the poison, he might not be alive today. To this day, recalling that event gives Elder Wang a sense of fear.

Elder Wang is after all the Great Elder of the Thirty-six Caverns, holding the highest position next to Long Ren. His strength is also top-notch, and therefore in his view, if Ding Fan was targeted by the Poison King, the outcome would definitely be grim...

"Let’s hope it’s not the Poison King... let’s go over and check."

Long Ren’s expression was grave. He immediately flew in the direction Ding Fan had pursued earlier, with the elders following closely behind.

...

In the forest, under the faint moonlight, two black silhouettes chased each other, the sound of their swift movement like a cutting breeze.

The pursuer was naturally Ding Fan. At this moment, Ding Fan’s body was enveloped in Divine Vigor, and the branches and leaves he brushed past broke cleanly, leaving sharp, straight cuts. In the blink of an eye, Ding Fan had already covered several hundred meters. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

However, at this point, the distance between Ding Fan and the attacker in front seemed to have only slightly decreased, remaining several dozen meters apart. This was not Ding Fan’s fastest speed. When Ding Fan slashed aside the opponent’s dark arrow, he immediately knew that the attacker was well-prepared.

The speed of that arrow was incredibly fast. Although Ding Fan didn’t have the time to check if it was poisoned, just from its speed, he could judge that the opponent was likely well-prepared, planning for a long time. Ding Fan wasn’t particularly alert then, only sticking to his usual habit of caution, which allowed him to defend against that arrow. At that time, he hadn’t entered a cultivation state yet. Ding Fan realized that if he had been in a cultivation state, he might not have been able to dodge that arrow.

Recalling the incident now, Ding Fan couldn’t help but feel a bit fearful, but more than that, he was filled with anger.

Someone so intent on killing him cannot be let go, or else it would be like releasing a tiger back to the mountains, posing a definite threat to him. For Ding Fan, one ambush was enough; he certainly didn’t wish for a repeat.

Even though Ding Fan was angry, his mind remained calm at this moment. He knew the opponent was prepared, so he couldn’t recklessly chase ahead. He needed to carefully observe to prevent any ambushes. Thus, while persistently pursuing the attacker, Ding Fan simultaneously released his Divine Sense to meticulously observe the surrounding environment.

During this brief chase, Ding Fan noticed the opponent’s speed wasn’t very fast. He couldn’t determine if it was due to a lack of strength or a deliberate attempt to lure him into a trap. However, judging from the speed of the earlier arrow, he could surmise that the opponent wasn’t weak.

At least, the opponent might be a strong cultivator at the Spirit Severing stage. Still, Ding Fan didn’t feel much fear. Although he was currently at Divinity Soldier Third Grade, equivalent to the Nascent Soul Late Stage, Ding Fan’s capabilities allowed him to escape even when facing a Spirit Severing Late Stage cultivator, so he wasn’t overly concerned.

For a moment, Ding Fan couldn’t recall when he gained an enmity with a Spirit Severing stage enemy. He suspected the attacker might be from the Wild Wolf Gang, but he also suspected someone from the Thirty-Six Caves since Ding Fan had stayed at the Thirty-Six Caves for some time. It seemed unlikely for the Wild Wolf Gang’s cultivators to track his movements.

When Ding Fan suspected someone from the Thirty-Six Caves, he couldn’t help but think of one person. Previously, Ding Fan hadn’t considered him a threat and didn’t have direct enmity with him. However, Ding Fan knew he had inadvertently thwarted some of his plans.

Nonetheless, Ding Fan had only done what he believed necessary, so he felt no regret over disrupting the opponent’s plans, though it was a trivial matter for him.

Ding Fan wondered if it could be him.

Moments later, Ding Fan had thoroughly checked an area stretching several hundred meters around. He found nothing unusual, except for a Chain Killing Formation not far away. Everything else appeared relatively safe. Ding Fan knew the Chain Killing Formation was undoubtedly set up to ensnare him.

Yet, Ding Fan felt little fear now. Though not proficient in formations, his strong Divine Sense enabled him to solve ordinary formations with ease. Having mentally prepared himself, the Chain Killing Formation seemed inconsequential to him now.

Even though the opponent did have an ambush, realizing this allowed Ding Fan to set his mind at ease. He immediately executed the "Transcendent Strike," vanishing as he sprinted. In the next instant, he appeared over twenty meters ahead, closing the distance between himself and the attacker from seventy to eighty meters to just fifty to sixty meters.

With consecutive uses of "Transcendent Strike," within a few breaths, there were only a few meters between Ding Fan and the attacker.

Everything happened so swiftly that the black-clad, masked assailant’s brows furrowed, and he tensed with surprise. He hadn’t expected his pursuer to close in so quickly within just a few breaths. Instantly, the dark figure wielded a glimmering silver saber, forcefully hurling it backwards at Ding Fan. A huge Blade Gleam separated from the saber, growing larger as it shot towards Ding Fan.

Rumbling...

Seeing this, Ding Fan’s expression remained calm, with a hint of surprise. Yet, as the Blade Gleam was about to strike him, he vanished from the spot...