Top-tier Unruly Master-Chapter 1789 - 1826: Slaughter

At this moment, as Zhang Qiang’s blood continued to gush from his body, the eyes of everyone around were filled with shock and horror.

"What? You actually killed Zhang Qiang? Kid, you’re too arrogant. Zhang Qiang was our brother, and not only do you refuse to hand over the treasure, but you’re also so domineering. It’s simply outrageous!"

"That’s right, punk. Hand over the treasure immediately, and maybe we won’t hold you accountable for killing a companion!"

"Hurry up and surrender the treasure!"

At this moment, one by one, the people looked at Ding Fan with eyes full of greed, without the slightest hint of pity. It was as if it wasn’t their companion who had just been killed by Ding Fan.

Meanwhile, Ding Fan seemed not to hear their words at all. An uncertain look of astonishment flashed in his eyes as he held the worn-out Iron Sword, which began to tremble slightly.

"This is..."

Ding Fan looked at the Iron Sword in his hand with confusion, feeling quite surprised in his heart. But before Ding Fan could figure out what was happening, the Iron Sword in his hand suddenly released a shocking burst of blood-red light. After the blood light appeared, the patterns on the entire sword began to change drastically.

"My God, what on earth is happening? There’s something strange about the kid’s Broken Sword. How could it suddenly release such a huge blood-red light in an instant? It looks way too eerie."

"Everyone, step back. This Iron Sword is too weird."

At this point, the people also began to retreat, watching Ding Fan’s Iron Sword. Honestly, they didn’t know what was happening, but now they had a bold idea in their hearts: that Ding Fan hadn’t lied before. This Broken Sword stored in the Second Level was what Ding Fan had activated.

While everyone was utterly astonished, they watched as the rusty, battered look of the Iron Sword in Ding Fan’s hand disappeared. It was replaced by a blade with a faint, cold azure glow, and two massive dragon heads engraved on either side, exuding an indescribable majesty.

As the full sword came into view, an overwhelming piece of information suddenly surged into Ding Fan’s mind, violently impacting his brain.

"Ah..."

Ding Fan cried out in pain. Even with his strong Divine Sense, he couldn’t withstand it for a moment. As the information flooded his brain, a small figure holding a Dragon-Chiseled Green Sword emerged in Ding Fan’s mind.

"Dragon-Slaying Demon-Beheading Sword—a weapon of the ancient powerhouse Emperor Tian. Whoever wields this sword is a person of great destiny, and once the sword recognizes its master, it will never leave them."

Looking at the information in his mind, a hint of wild joy crossed Ding Fan’s lips. He never expected that a casual use would bless him with such fortune.

According to the information, Ding Fan learned that the Dragon-Slaying Demon-Beheading Sword is a Divine Weapon that can recognize its master. The Wild Wolf Gang probably stored the sword here because they never found someone the sword would choose as its master.

Thinking of this, Ding Fan was so excited he wanted to jump up. The name of the ancient powerhouse Emperor Tian sounded so powerful. Ding Fan slightly sorted his thoughts, then slowly opened his eyes, excitedly looking at the Giant Sword radiating a subtle azure light in his hand.

"Perhaps my actions just now lifted the seal on this sword..."

Ding Fan mumbled softly at his mouth, then turned his cold eyes to the cautious crowd around him.

Originally wary of Ding Fan, the black-clad men now looked at the radiant Giant Sword in his hand with greed on their faces, as they slightly licked their lips and arrogantly pointed at the sword:

"Hey! Kid, we’ve changed our minds now. Hand over the sword in your hand immediately, and I’ll forgive you, or else... you know the consequences."

"That’s right, punk. We wrongly accused you earlier, but now we only want the Broken Sword in your hand. Hand it over quickly, or we won’t let you off!"

Hearing their shameless words, Ding Fan’s face revealed a disdainful smile. He slightly curled his lips and spoke to them with a cold tone:

"Heh, so you want this sword?"

As he spoke, Ding Fan raised the sword in his hand so they could clearly see the blade. With that motion, the azure light on the sword shone even more, making the crowd’s hearts itch with desire.

"You’re right, kid. Hand over the sword in your hand immediately, or we’ll show you the meaning of cruelty!"

A mocking smile appeared on Ding Fan’s lips. After a moment of pretending to hesitate, he spoke to them with an innocent tone:

"Sorry, I’ve just changed my mind. I won’t give this sword to anyone!"

After hearing Ding Fan’s words, everyone’s eyes were filled with rage, glaring at him with the kind of fury that looked as though they wanted to tear Ding Fan apart and devour him.

At this moment, the Black Wolf Captain glanced at the Green Sword in Ding Fan’s hand, his mouth twitching slightly. However, he knew that this treasure was something he couldn’t even touch; Ding Fan’s strength was no mystery to him. Facing Ding Fan now was practically suicidal.

Beside him, Zhang Heng pretended not to see anything, hiding in a corner as if the situation had nothing to do with him. Apart from Zhang Heng and the Black Wolf Captain, Du Quan looked sadly at Zhang Qiang’s corpse lying on the ground.

To be honest, among everyone present, Du Quan and Zhang Qiang shared the deepest bond. With Zhang Qiang dead, Du Quan could hardly contain his rage. But Du Quan was a clever man. From earlier observations, he realized that this so-called Brother Qian was not simple, even the mighty Black Wolf Captain in their eyes deferred to him.

Thinking of this, Du Quan cast two resentful glances at Ding Fan, his eyes filled with intense malice.

But Ding Fan had no time to care about Du Quan. He looked at the greedy and ugly faces around him, a hint of disgust flashed across his mind. His lips curled slightly, then he spoke to the crowd:

"I’m standing right here. If anyone’s not satisfied, they can come try!"

As the crowd listened to Ding Fan’s words, each wished they could immediately tear him into pieces and snatch the treasured sword from him. However, memories of Ding Fan killing Huang Feng and Zhang Qiang were still vivid, and no one dared to act rashly.

"You cocky kid, don’t be complacent! You’re already breaking our agreement, so today we must kill you!"

"Indeed, Captain, this brat is too arrogant. You even tried to privately take the treasure; Captain, let’s all go, and today, we’ll kill this brat here!"

At this point, the Black Wolf Captain was suddenly pointed at by the crowd, his brow furrowing tightly. Honestly, he never expected this group wanted to drag him down even at death’s door.

After pondering momentarily, the Black Wolf Captain slowly spoke to the crowd:

"Everyone, listen to me. I feel Brother Qian has done nothing wrong. He offered the sword before, and you didn’t take it; now Brother Qian wants to keep it, I see nothing wrong with that!"

Upon hearing the Black Wolf Captain’s words, the crowd was stunned, mouths agape. Honestly, they never expected the Black Wolf Captain could say such a thing; however, no matter what others said, they couldn’t stop from wanting the treasured sword in Ding Fan’s hand.

Thinking of this, the crowd glared at the Black Wolf Captain, and slowly said to him:

"Captain, if we attack him, you won’t interfere, right?"

Upon hearing these words, the Black Wolf Captain smirked coldly, snorting inwardly. Dare to make a move against Brother Qian? Brother Qian not striking them was already luck enough.

But the Black Wolf Captain said nothing, only turned his head away with a look of indifference.

The crowd saw the Black Wolf Captain’s demeanor, each revealing a cruel smile, exchanged glances, then spoke coldly to Ding Fan:

"Brat, I advise you to hand over that treasured sword, otherwise... Humph."

Upon hearing their voices, Ding Fan smirked disdainfully and said:

"Such nonsense!"

Seeing Ding Fan’s attitude, the crowd couldn’t contain their anger, exchanging looks before forming a small circle around Ding Fan.

Ding Fan watched the crowd surround him, his lips curled with playfulness. Glancing at the Dragon-Slaying Demon-Beheading Sword in his hand, he spoke softly:

"Since you’re seeking death, today I’ll test the power of this Dragon-Slaying Demon-Beheading Sword on you!"

Saying this, Ding Fan’s figure flickered, a shadow darted out. Honestly, Ding Fan didn’t have time to waste on these insignificant figures. As Ding Fan flickered, a dazzling green sword light suddenly flashed.

As the sword light passed, a head from a black-clad man slowly dropped to the ground. The sword light didn’t vanish but continued forward, nearly touching the Black Wolf crowd. Just as it approached their bodies, the green light suddenly changed direction.

In almost an instant, the green light appeared beside several other black-clad men. Every time the green light flashed, without exception, the black-clad men fell dead.

Shattered bodies lay on the ground, a horrifying sight from afar. The Black Wolf Captain and others behind saw this, a chill swept through them. They couldn’t fathom what kind of strength could instantly kill several cultivators.

Thinking of this, the Black Wolf Captain fearfully glanced at Ding Fan, putting away all those little schemes from his mind.

"This is really terrifying; is this the true strength of this young man? Judging by his skills, even the elders of the gang might not be his match."