Wu Ding wore an infuriatingly dismissive expression, clearly intending to give Miss Qing a lesson, much like a cat playing with a mouse, the contempt of a ruler towards an ant.
"You forced me to do this." Miss Qing was evidently proud and strong-willed, feeling humiliated by a very beautiful woman, she lashed out at Wu Ding in anger with her Spiritual Energy.
But Wu Ding’s cultivation level was such that compared to Miss Qing’s, it was like an ocean against a drop of water. Even though Wu Ding was injured, he didn’t take this attack seriously at all; her Spiritual Energy dissipated in the air before it even reached Wu Ding, leaving no trace.
"Ah?" Miss Qing was a bit shocked, quickly retreating, only feeling slightly relieved when she realized Wu Ding didn’t seize the opportunity to attack.
"Fire!" At her command, the mercenaries launched a fierce attack in front of the tent.
Armor-piercing rounds, grenades, explosive shells, and even hand grenades, all were highly modernized combat weapons. Yet once fired, they seemed hindered by a great resistance in the air, even grenades would hang in the air, slowly exploding, then rapidly being retracted, as if time had reversed.
And all this was merely an ordinary Spiritual Energy protective net set up by Ye Fan. If Wu Ding and Elder Wu had done it, they could even change the internal structure of weapons, altering their material properties.
All the bullets, grenades, and hand grenades were ultimately condensed together by Ye Fan’s Spiritual Energy and launched into the air, exploding like fireworks. The massive clouds of smoke in the sky created high-temperature energy that sent nearby mercenaries flying back. They were injured but their lives were not in danger. Ye Fan considered them merely as mercenaries paid to do their job and did not strike to kill.
At this moment, Miss Qing was utterly stunned. She was well aware that her own cultivation level could not match Ye Fan’s standard at all.
"Daoist Hu, what are you waiting for? Aren’t you bringing your men up?" Miss Qing yelled sharply.
Daoist Hu sneered, "Miss Qing, this seems to exceed the original plan. We were just supposed to help you deal with Mingyuan Sect. Does this require...additional compensation?"
"You call it," Miss Qing gritted her teeth.
"Alright then, I will await your reward. Brothers, slaughter these few and we can feast when we return." Daoist Hu brandished a magical sword and charged towards Ye Fan and his group, casting a contemptuous glance at Ye Fan, "Boy, your minor tricks cannot obstruct our great plan. You’ve got some pretty girls with you; they’ll belong to us as well."
Li Zhaojun opened her eyes and glanced at Daoist Hu, frowned, and said, "I don’t like that face."
"As my lady commands, your husband knows what to do." Ye Fan smiled, gently raised his hand, and Daoist Hu, who had barely taken a few steps forward, was "grabbed" in mid-air by Ye Fan. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩
Although Ye Fan’s hand did not extend, it was as if an invisible arm grasped Daoist Hu by the neck, lifting his body off the ground.
"Ah?" Daoist Hu tried to break free, but the force was as heavy as Mount Tai, and his cultivation was powerless against it.
"You... save me!" Daoist Hu, like an ant being toyed with, could no longer maintain any dignity, pleading for help from nearby.
The few who came with him each tried to use their magical swords to sever the air arm’s connection to Ye Fan, but before even approaching, the swords themselves were melted into dust in the air.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Those people were also flung to the side, lying on the ground, barely breathing, even their Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation shattered by the impact.
Miss Qing, who had been arrogant just moments before, relying on her hundreds of mercenaries, advanced weapons, and several hired cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage, now stood alone, trembling with fear. Daoist Hu’s screams in the air were painfully loud.
"I’m begging you, please let me go, I promise not to reveal your whereabouts," Miss Qing actually knelt down, kowtowing to Ye Fan and the others, all traces of her former dignity gone, begging like a scared puppy.
Wu Ding laughed, "Oh, Miss, just now you said we forced you? Are we forcing you to kneel to us? Haha, you’re really giving us face."
Miss Qing trembled all over in fear, respectfully saying, "Honorable cultivators, I failed to recognize your greatness. You are mighty predecessors; please don’t hold it against a foolish young girl like me. I will inform my master, who will surely come and thank you."
"Your master? Who?" Wu Ding asked disdainfully.
"The Heavenly Daoist of Mount Taiyi," Miss Qing mentioned her master’s name.
Wu Ding pondered for a moment and replied disdainfully, "Daring to call oneself Heaven is truly naive. What’s this Mount Taiyi, anyway? Junior Brother, do you know?"
Ye Fan shook his head, indicating he hadn’t heard of it.
Elder Wu said, "Since we are fellow cultivators, regardless of the sect or master, righteousness should prevail. You brought people to harm fellow cultivators and seize recklessly, ultimately it is your fault. We are not afraid of you exposing our location."
Wu Ding smiled, "Senior Brother speaks wisely. Miss Qing, take your people and scram!"
Miss Qing stood up, heart still pounding with fear. She hadn’t expected to encounter such terrifying cultivators in this barren grassland. Her thought was to quickly investigate who these people were and, if possible, recruit them to help her accomplish the "big things."
Miss Qing hurriedly boarded vehicles and transport helicopters with her mercenaries, leaving behind the cultivators who came with her, as they were already injured, and Elder Hu was still being toyed with by Ye Fan.
As engines roared, those modern transport tools all departed.
Wu Ding looked at Daoist Hu, still being tossed about in the air, turning back to give Ye Fan a look, "Junior Brother, how long are you going to toy with him?"
"Until Zhao Jun feels avenged," Ye Fan smiled as he looked at Li Zhaojun.
Li Zhaojun, somewhat irritated, rolled her eyes at Ye Fan but still leaned her head against him, whispering, "It’s your decision."
Ye Fan, much like The Buddha handling a "monkey" in his palm, flung Daoist Hu away. This throw sent him at least hundreds of kilometers away. Ye Fan had nearly drawn out all of Daoist Hu’s Spiritual Energy. Even if he were to land alive, his cultivation would be utterly lost.
As for the injured cultivators on the ground, Ye Fan ignored them. He turned and said, "Senior Brother, Senior Sister, I’ve brought Zhao Jun back and should report back for peace of mind first."
"Do you think you can just walk away? No chance," Wu Ding said angrily, "Senior Sister finds Earth interesting too. Find us a place to settle down. We also want to see the splendor of Earth, it’s best if you take us around, for some good food and fun."
"Junior Sister, don’t neglect the important matters. You’re still injured," Elder Wu reminded.
"What injury should I fear? No one can truly harm me. The most important is to appreciate the world Junior Brother once lived in," Wu Ding looked at Ye Fan with tender eyes.