Chapter 136: The Final Madness

Before Ding Wanping's palm could fall, Jiang Fan slapped him across the face.

Having cultivated the "Iron Blood Scripture," his physique was far stronger than an ordinary person's. The power of an enraged slap was immense, as one could imagine.

A loud slap resonated throughout the Ding Residence.

Immediately after, Ding Wanping was spun around three times in place by the force of the blow. A bloody handprint quickly swelled on his face. His head felt dizzy, and he seemed not to have understood what had happened yet.

When he finally saw Jiang Fan's figure before him, he reacted as if he'd seen a ghost: "Ah! Jiang Fan! You're not dead!"

Smack!

Jiang Fan's answer was another slap.

This slap made blood spray from Ding Wanping's mouth and nose. "Touch my woman! You're looking for death!" Jiang Fan angrily kicked him in the abdomen, knocking him to the ground.

Only then did Chen Siling snap back to her senses. Overjoyed and tearful, she threw herself into Jiang Fan's arms, hugging his neck tightly, burying her entire body against him, and sobbing aloud: "I thought you were dead! Waaah!"

Jiang Fan reached out a finger to wipe away her tears, smiling: "That Beast King couldn't do anything to me." With the Purple Sword in hand, even the Beast King had to run away.

"Silly girl, aren't you usually quite clever? How could you be so foolish as to ask Ding Wanping for help?" After comforting her for a bit, he couldn't help but scold her.

There was no need to elaborate on Ding Wanping's character. What he wanted to do to Chen Siling was definitely more than just a slap. It was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't lay hands on her, or even force himself upon her. Having become the young master of the Ding family, he had grown incredibly arrogant.

Chen Siling, tears in her eyes, said bitterly: "I was desperate. If you had died, I would have had nothing left."

Unbeknownst to her, her world had come to revolve solely around Jiang Fan. If Jiang Fan were to die, she would have no more expectations from this world.

Hearing this, Jiang Fan's heart softened. He wrapped his arm around her waist, quietly comforting her.

Meanwhile, Ding Wanping, whose cheeks were swollen from the slaps, was finally fully awakened by the stinging pain. Shocked and enraged, he scrambled up and roared: "Jiang Fan! How dare you lay hands on me in the Ding family? I am the young master of the Ding family! The young master personally appointed by Master Qin! How dare you strike me? Huh?"

Jiang Fan released Chen Siling. He turned his gaze to Ding Wanping, his eyes flickering with coldness: "Haven't you always wanted to spar with me? Since no one else is around, dare to try?"

Ding Wanping had long wanted to teach Jiang Fan a harsh lesson. Hearing Jiang Fan voluntarily suggest sparring, he laughed furiously: "You dog! You slapped me twice and now you want to end this conflict with a spar? Dream on! I'll take your life!"

Clang! He drew his dark longsword and charged at Jiang Fan, fury surging. "You bastard! You damn well die!"

The dark longsword glowed with spiritual energy. Carrying intensely chilling sword energy, it slashed towards Jiang Fan's head.

He was indeed too arrogant, so much so that he dared to openly kill a fellow disciple.

A colder light intensified in Jiang Fan's eyes: "Even better!" He decisively drew his black sword. "Dividing Light Sword!" The sword energy, like thunder, burst from the sword, transforming into a thunderous explosion. The massive explosion instantly blasted Ding Wanping, along with his sword, flying backwards, where he crashed heavily into the wall.

Crack! The wall instantly cracked, forming dense spiderweb-like fissures. He himself slid down the wall, spitting out a thick mist of blood. His eyes were wide with horror.

He simply couldn't believe it. The good-for-nothing he had never even considered had actually wounded him this badly with a single sword strike! He was clearly at Foundation Establishment Stage Six, while Jiang Fan was only at Foundation Establishment Stage Four! Yet, the result of their exchange was his utter defeat! How was this possible? He refused to accept it! He wouldn't accept it, even in death!

"Again!" Ding Wanping scrambled up, roaring as he brandished his longsword.

This time, Jiang Fan didn't even bother to move his sword. He sent a "Swimming Dragon Palm" strike through the air.

Bang! Accompanied by a scream, a jet of blood shot from Ding Wanping's mouth as he flew backward. This time, he only stopped after smashing through a thigh-thick osmanthus tree.

Cough, cough— He coughed violently, spitting out streaks of blood. His eyes were wide, his face full of disbelief.

He was actually inferior to Jiang Fan, even when Jiang Fan wasn't using a weapon? This was hard for him to accept!

Just at this moment, Ding Xuhui and a group of powerful cultivators from the Ding family, sensing the huge commotion, rushed over quickly. When they discovered Jiang Fan had actually returned alive, all of them showed surprise.

"He actually survived the Beast King's pursuit and came back alive!""What the hell! He survived even that?""The Beast King must have shown immense mercy to let him go, right?"

But soon, they discovered Ding Wanping's wretched state. Ding Xuhui was greatly alarmed: "Wanping! Are you—are you alright?"

Ding Wanping was the young master personally appointed by Master Qin! If anything happened to him, how would the Ding family explain it to Master Qin?

Ding Wanping, looking utterly disheveled, redirected his anger at them for arriving too late, roaring: "What were you doing? Why are you only showing up now? I want to see Master Qin! Go fetch him quickly! Let him see how the Ding family has neglected me!"

Ding Xuhui was verbally lambasted. As the head of the Ding family, this made him lose all face and furious. However, with Master Qin's favor, Ding Xuhui could only swallow his anger and coaxed kindly: "Wanping, I will handle whatever problems you have. There's no need to disturb Master Qin."

Ding Wanping, however, yelled loudly: "Stop with the damn nonsense! I told you to get him, so get him now! If you provoke me, be careful! I'll report you to Master Qin, and the Ding family will never receive his support again!"

At this, not only was Ding Xuhui furious, but Ding Tianxiang and the elders of the Ding family standing by were also enraged. This upstart! Relying on Master Qin's backing, he had become utterly lawless!

Ding Xuhui's jaw muscles twitched. He wished he could slap him to death! Suppressing his rage, he instructed an elder: "Go and invite Master Qin here."

Watching the elder hurry away, Ding Wanping couldn't help but feel smug. Because of his illegitimate status, the elders had always ignored him, never taking him seriously. And now? With just one word from him, these haughty elders had to scurry about and obey his orders like bowing insects. Although he was the young master, his words carried more weight than the family head's. This gave Ding Wanping immense satisfaction.

Therefore, when he looked at Jiang Fan, he once again adopted a condescending demeanor. "You dog, do you see now? What is status? What is position? What is strength? This is it! Do you think just because you know a few tricks, you can challenge me, Ding Wanping? You're not worthy!"

At this moment, he was arrogant, conceited, and overbearing, as if he had become the ruler of Yunyang City—the absolute supreme!

Jiang Fan's expression was indifferent. He recalled an old saying: "Those who bring disaster upon themselves cannot be saved."

Ding Wanping's arrogance and tyranny would completely destroy him.

"What? Scared speechless by me, huh? Haha!" Seeing Jiang Fan remain silent, Ding Wanping threw his head back and laughed loudly.

Jiang Fan calmly said: "This is your last frenzy."