Top-tier Unruly Master-Chapter 1516 - 1553: On the Brink of Conflict

The elder suddenly seemed to remember something and said to the middle-aged man with a serious expression, but with a hint of derision in his words:

"Report, Lord Fang. Your subordinate has suddenly recalled something. Although the remnant leader of the Dayang Sect is quite formidable and even severed one of my legs, he is merely a young lad in his early twenties. Though he may be adept in cultivation, he surely is no match for Lord Fang when it comes to strategy!"

"Oh?"

The middle-aged man’s eyes lit up. He hadn’t anticipated that the remnant leader of the Dayang Sect would be a young cultivator in his early twenties, which was indeed a surprising delight. Just a young lad in his early twenties, what is there to fear? After all, he was a veteran of military campaigns alongside the Wild Wolf Gang.

What could a young lad in his early twenties possibly understand? The fact that the opponent is holding back indicates that it is possible he hasn’t even discovered their presence yet, which is entirely conceivable due to the opponent’s youth. The middle-aged man’s face no longer held the previous seriousness and suspicion.

Seeing Steward Fang’s expression, the elder felt quite proud. Clearly, his words had addressed a significant doubt in the other’s heart. Taking advantage of the situation, the elder continued to flatter the middle-aged man:

"I have long heard of Steward Fang’s renowned battlefield prowess. The opponent may have heard of your reputation and is now in disarray and trepidation, afraid to face you."

The middle-aged man, upon hearing this, showed a very pleased expression. The elder’s words were well-received. However, the middle-aged man’s expression soon turned serious as he said solemnly:

"We must remain vigilant. Although the opponent might indeed be unaware of our presence, every Wild Wolf Gang cultivator is well-trained, each being worth ten in a battle. The opponent’s leader is merely a fledgling, naturally no match for us!"

Having spoken, the middle-aged man cast a glance around at the Wild Wolf Gang cultivators. These cultivators, however, either squatted wearily or leaned against the trees with their longswords stuck in the ground, their eyes barely acknowledging the presence of their swords.

The middle-aged man felt uneasy observing these Wild Wolf Gang cultivators. These sect cultivators were mostly mid-to-low level disciples within the gang, their quality needing improvement. Yet, the middle-aged man’s words were merely to "promote" the Wild Wolf Gang’s might. He was naturally not very concerned with these disciples.

Moreover, the middle-aged man knew that the extermination of the Dayang Sect remnants required the Sky Cannon. Relying solely on these sect cultivators to thoroughly eliminate the Dayang Sect remnants would be uncertain. He knew that the sect placed great importance on these remnants, dispatching him here with four Skyscraper Cannons, therefore aiming for a complete eradication.

Nothing but success will suffice!

The elder, upon hearing the middle-aged man’s words, glanced at the surrounding Wild Wolf Gang cultivators, sighing inwardly. This was considered well-trained? They didn’t compare to his Mountain Splitting Sect cultivators! If not for their sheer numbers and stability on Donglai Continent, his sect wouldn’t acknowledge the Wild Wolf Gang. How could he possibly belong to such a despicable gang!

Despite these thoughts, the elder showed a face of flattery to the middle-aged man:

"Lord Fang is absolutely right! How can the opponent be your match!"

The middle-aged man was somewhat smug and then swung his hand forward commandingly, full of confidence: 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Advance!"

The disciples of both the Wild Wolf Gang and Mountain Splitting Sect listened to the middle-aged man’s command and continued advancing. It wasn’t long before they were within two hundred meters of the Dayang Sect’s encampment, even visible was the sect’s main gate, causing a bit of tension among the group. Being this close and yet receiving no response, this was certainly abnormal.

Could it be an empty city strategy?

The thought crossed the middle-aged leader’s mind—perhaps the opponents had already moved ahead, leaving some disciples to guard the gate as bait for them? He raised his hand high, recognizing that they were too close now, and naturally couldn’t proceed rashly. Everyone halted immediately, each filled with tension.

Just as the middle-aged man speculated, he suddenly noticed a young figure standing atop the opposing gate, hands behind his back facing the wind, his expression genuinely unperturbed, with eyes seemingly filled with disdain directed at them.

The middle-aged leader felt a jolt of surprise, and beside him, the elder also noticed the youth, his heart panic-stricken. The narcotic-ed numbness of his severed leg suddenly surged with pain. Of course, the elder recognized the youth—it was none other than Ding Fan, the Dayang Sect’s juvenile sect leader who had severed his leg.

"Lord Fang, that is the sect master of the Dayang Sect. It seems that the opponent has not fled after all."

The middle-aged man nodded in response to the elder’s statement, regarding Ding Fan with a hint of disdain. Initially, when the elder said that the Dayang Sect’s sect master was a youth, the middle-aged man was a bit skeptical, thinking the elder might have exaggerated. After all, while the Dayang Sect consisted of remnants, their leader must have some capabilities.

But now, the middle-aged man was shocked to discover that the opponent’s sect master was indeed a mere youth, which pleased him greatly. The opponent was exactly a fledgling. They had reached the opponent’s doorstep, and only now did they realize, which was utterly ludicrous! With a single command from him, their side’s cultivators could immediately rush in. Even if the opponent wanted to flee, it would be impossible.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed, and over a hundred cultivators had gathered at the gate of the Dayang Sect, all fully armored, standing in two rows, ready for battle. At this moment, the cultivators in the first row held wide shields nearly two meters high, made of some unknown material. They looked incredibly sturdy and were definitely not ordinary defensive artifacts. Ding Fan stood atop the city gate, his expression indifferent, gazing at the Wild Wolf Gang cultivators as if he were staring at corpses.

"Haha... I thought our opponents had some impressive tactics, but now they’re just starting their defense, utterly foolish! But given that their leader is just a greenhorn, these sorts of strategies are understandable!"

The middle-aged man looked at the opposing army’s formation with a highly mocking expression, speaking loudly.

"What Lord Fang said is absolutely true! Listening to that greenhorn, they couldn’t possibly be a match for Lord Fang. This time, we’ll definitely eliminate the whole Dayang Sect and deal with these remnants."

The elder expertly flattered Steward Fang.

Meanwhile, the elder also looked down on the opponents, seeing their late defensive maneuvers with contempt. The elder didn’t expect that they hadn’t even prepared any early defensive measures and only started defending now, which was clearly too late. He thought they were some kind of prodigious talent, but now it seems they’re merely a greenhorn with a few more tricks. Thinking of this, the elder’s gaze turned sinister.

"Greenhorn! Since you dared to sever one of my legs, I will make you pay dearly!"

The elder thought fiercely in his heart, staring straight at Ding Fan atop the city gate, his eyes full of malice and fury. Suddenly, the elder looked at Steward Fang beside him, realizing his cultivation was merely at the Nascent Soul Late Stage. He couldn’t help feeling a bit doubtful as he asked:

"Lord Fang, although the greenhorn is a bit stupid, his strength shouldn’t be underestimated. Are we sure we can kill him?"

"Haha! Of course!"

The middle-aged leader couldn’t help but smirk, finding the elder’s concern laughable, and then he spoke confidently:

"Do you see what I’ve brought? Get ready to prepare the Sky Cannon and fire at any time!"

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man commanded, and a cultivator immediately responded.

Then, a dozen cultivators unveiled the red cloth from the Sky Cannon, arranging the Four Skyscraper Cannons sequentially, all pointed at the Dayang Sect’s camp. After a while, a cultivator reported to the middle-aged man:

"The Sky Cannon team is ready!"

With the report from the cultivator, four Skyscraper Cannons were manned by four cultivators, ready for battle.

The middle-aged man heard the report, his eyes showing a hint of pride, turned to the elder next to him with satisfaction and said:

"See that? Those four Skyscraper Cannons will ensure that greenhorn is utterly doomed, no matter how many tricks he has!"

The elder heard the middle-aged man’s words, turned around and saw the four Skyscraper Cannons. His heart was filled with amazement; he hadn’t expected the Wild Wolf Gang to deploy four Sky Cannons. Four! The elder knew the power of the Sky Cannon well, which was not something ordinary cultivators could handle. It was a siege weapon. Never mind dealing with these Dayang Sect remnants, even a legitimate Great Gate Sect would be easily overwhelmed.

Thinking of this, the elder felt a sense of relief. It was fortunate he had joined the Wild Wolf Gang in time; if he hadn’t, they could annihilate his Sect without even deploying any troops. It was truly terrifying...

The elder slowly regained his composure, looking again at the nonchalant young man on the city gate with a trace of pity in his eyes. He had been somewhat worried for the young man, after all, his own limb had been severed by the young man’s Arctic Chill, leaving him defenseless. Killing him would have been easy at that time.

Remembering that time, the elder shuddered. However, now he was entirely without worry for the greenhorn; no matter how formidable, he couldn’t contend with the four Skyscraper Cannons. Knowing these four cannons could trouble even Spirit Severing Late Stage cultivators, the elder felt relieved.

Looking at the young man inside the gate, his gaze held a touch of pride and malice.

...

At this moment inside the Dayang Sect, Wang Hu and several potent elders of the Dayang Sect stood at various watchtowers, guarding every corner of the Sect. They were clearly aware of the situation at the main gate. Seeing the opponent deploy four Skyscraper Cannons, everyone was stunned, wearing expressions of disbelief! Sect Master Ding Fan hadn’t mentioned they had Sky Cannons!