Top-tier Unruly Master-Chapter 1838 - 1875: Meeting Again

At this moment, Ding Fan looked at the disciples of the Thirty-Six Caves around him, his mouth slightly curled, and then he slowly spoke to everyone:

"These things are better left unknown to you. As for why I brought you all around this place, you will soon find out..."

Just then, the disciples of the Thirty-Six Caves around Ding Fan flashed a hint of doubt in their eyes as they listened to Ding Fan’s words. However, Ding Fan did not tell them, which dispelled their thoughts.

"Everyone, please watch out for your safety. It is very likely we will encounter an attack from the Wild Wolf Gang!"

At this moment, Ding Fan looked at the people around him who had become slack, a glint flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly spoke to them.

Just then, the disciples of the Thirty-Six Caves heard Ding Fan’s words, and all of their eyes showed disdain. Lips slightly curled, they spoke lazily to Ding Fan:

"Senior Ding, is it possible? Not only is our group weak, but more importantly, we are relatively far away from the Wild Wolf Gang. Why would they disregard the close and pursue the distant?"

"Exactly, Senior Ding, the Wild Wolf Gang should be dealing with the Lake Master now, shouldn’t they? They simply don’t have the time to bother with us!"

At this moment, Ding Fan listened to the lazy voices of the disciples of the Thirty-Six Caves, his brows furrowed tightly, a trace of anger surged in his eyes, lips slightly curled, then he spoke to everyone in a ghostly tone: 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Oh? What if I say that in less than an hour, people from the Wild Wolf Gang will come to intercept us?"

Just then, the disciples of the Thirty-Six Caves scoffed at Ding Fan’s words, lazily speaking to him:

"Impossible, Senior Ding, you must be overthinking. Look, we’ve been walking for so long and haven’t even seen the shadow of the Wild Wolf Gang!"

"Exactly, Senior Ding, you’re thinking too much. Not to mention half an hour, even if we reached the Wild Wolf Gang’s vicinity, I’m afraid they wouldn’t have time to deal with us..."

At this moment, the disciples of the Thirty-Six Caves looked at Ding Fan with disdain and Ding Fan, listening to them, couldn’t help but chuckle, his mouth slightly curled, not saying another word.

At this time, the young cultivators of the Thirty-Six Caves looked at Ding Fan’s expression, dismissing his words from their minds, walking lazily through the Gloomy Sky Mountain Range as if their actions had no relation to them.

In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Ding Fan led the disciples of the Thirty-Six Caves slowly through the forest. Ding Fan’s powerful divine sense enveloped the surrounding scenes, painting vivid images in his mind.

As Ding Fan remained vigilant, a familiar face suddenly appeared within his search range. Ding Fan looked at the familiar face, his mouth curled into an eerie arc, with eyes flickering in an unpredictable glow.

"Finally, they’ve come..."

A faint voice escaped Ding Fan’s lips, and just as he finished speaking, a thunderous shout suddenly exploded from the distant woods. The earth-shaking cries terrified the disciples of the Thirty-Six Caves momentarily.

"What... what happened, why are such startling calls erupting around us?"

"Oh my God, have we fallen into a Wild Wolf Gang ambush? It’s truly terrifying, quickly contact Senior Ding, let him make plans early!"

"Senior Ding, we’ve fallen into the Wild Wolf Gang’s ambush, what do we do now? Senior Ding, think of a solution quickly!"

At this time, many disciples of the Thirty-Six Caves anxiously spoke to Ding Fan. Seeing their expressions, Ding Fan’s mouth curled slightly, a trace of anger flashing on his face, and he said to them with resentment:

"Didn’t I just advise you to be wary of the Wild Wolf Gang’s ambush, but you refused to listen; now I have no better solution..."

Ding Fan’s eyelids slightly lowered, as if he paid no attention to the happenings around him.

At this moment, the disciples of the Thirty-Six Caves looked at Ding Fan anxiously, their faces flushed with urgency, then pleaded to Ding Fan:

"We’re sorry, Senior Ding, it was all our fault for being arrogant and foolish. We’ve realized our mistakes now; we hope you’ll forgive us with generosity."

"Yes, Senior Ding, we’ve all realized our errors, and we’ll never act on our own again. Senior Ding, please act quickly!"

Listening to their voices, Ding Fan’s mouth slightly curled, his gaze subtly shifted, and then he spoke slowly to the surrounding disciples of the Thirty-Six Caves:

"Fine! I’ll forgive you this time, but if it happens again, I won’t intervene in your affairs..."

At this moment, the disciples of the Thirty-Six Caves quickly bowed to Ding Fan after hearing his words, their eyes filled with utmost respect.

Seeing them like this, Ding Fan couldn’t help but find it amusing, but now was not the time for idle play. He stretched his body slightly, slowly stood up, and looked at the members of the Wild Wolf Gang leaping out from the forest, a slight smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Guard Commander, come on out! It’s been a while!"

A playful grin spread across Ding Fan’s face as he gazed intently at a certain spot deep in the woods, a flash of brilliance in his eyes. Just as Ding Fan’s words fell, the rustling sound of leaves clashing came from the forest.

"It really is you! You sure have some guts, kid!"

The Guard Commander’s massive figure slowly emerged from the forest, his eyes fixed on Ding Fan, full of venomous resentment.

Faced with the malice in the Guard Commander’s eyes, Ding Fan simply smirked, a look of disdain on his face.

"The Guard Commander is truly intriguing; I wonder what I did for you to remember me so well?"

The Guard Commander, boiling with anger upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, could hardly restrain himself from tearing Ding Fan to pieces. Truth be told, Ding Fan’s presence infuriated him, and if he weren’t aware of Ding Fan’s formidable strength, he would’ve already charged up for a life-or-death battle.

Despite his fury, something seemed to dawn on the Guard Commander suddenly, and a smirk appeared on his lips as he taunted Ding Fan:

"Brat, I must admit you’re quite lucky. Let me tell you, today is the day you die. Are you ready to meet your end?"

Listening to the Guard Commander’s words, Ding Fan couldn’t help but chuckle, smirking disdainfully as he replied:

"You? You’ve got to be kidding, right?"

The Guard Commander, irked by Ding Fan’s response, shot a cold glare, momentarily speechless, before sinisterly retorting:

"Brat, don’t refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll fulfill your wish today!"

With that, the Guard Commander’s massive body charged fiercely towards Ding Fan, and as he lunged, a dazzling golden blade suddenly appeared in his hand, radiant and blinding.

Seeing the treasured sword the Guard Commander wielded, Ding Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly, but soon a playful glint appeared in his eyes. Smirking, he spoke to the Guard Commander:

"What? Do you think you can defeat me with that sword?"

With a disdainful look, Ding Fan watched the Guard Commander, a playful glint still in his eyes. Upon hearing Ding Fan’s challenge, the Guard Commander seemed to enter a state of uncontrollable rage, his treasured sword glowing brilliantly as an incredibly fierce sword qi rushed towards Ding Fan.

The sword qi expanded against the wind, and its imposing aura instantly filled the eyes of nearby Thirty-Six Caves disciples with horror.

"My God, what formidable strength must one possess to release such powerful sword qi from a single sword? It’s terrifying!"

"This Guard Commander that Senior Ding speaks of must be extraordinarily strong. Just one sword qi can exert such tremendous power. Even the might of the elders might not surpass this!"

The radiant sword qi left clear and visible cracks on the ground, and as Ding Fan faced the onrushing sword qi, his brows furrowed deeply, a serious look flashing in his eyes as a plain iron sword slowly appeared in his hand.

Seeing this ordinary iron sword in Ding Fan’s hand, the disciples of the Thirty-Six Caves were filled with surprise, pointing in Ding Fan’s direction and exclaiming:

"Look, what weapon is Senior Ding holding?"

Following the direction of the pointing fingers, the faces of the Thirty-Six Caves disciples quickly filled with astonishment.

"This... it’s just an ordinary iron sword. Is Senior Ding planning to defeat that Guard Commander with this iron sword?"

"Is Senior Ding perhaps too overconfident? The Guard Commander obviously wields an extraordinary treasured sword, while Senior Ding only holds a plain iron sword. There’s no way he could be a match for that Guard Commander!"