Ding Hun strode through the air and reached the roof of the Three Origin Medical Hall's main building in less than three breaths. He stood straight, his long hair falling over his shoulders, and slowly closed his eyes.
Dense miasmic fog flowed before him, obscuring the Inner Courtyard from sight, so Ding Hun concentrated on probing it, secretly observing the fellow called the "strong, fat sheep." In an instant, he caught Ren Ye's surging, tremendous aura. This man's sword was fierce, his vitality brimming to the utmost, as though his body contained a god's bloodline. He was fighting the Jade-Faced Young Master and four others alone.
Ding Hun had painstakingly cultivated the Dusk Scripture, developing an unrivaled body. Back when he sat facing the wall, he had already achieved Intent Condensation through his physique and shaped his Dao around the conviction that "all the world's talents are whetstones." Thus, Ren Ye's mountain-cleaving strike just now had lit up his mind and sharply increased his fighting spirit.
The killing trap here was complete, and the outcome was settled. He very much wanted to see whether Ren Ye qualified to make him act.
As he concentrated on probing through the miasmic fog, he sensed that although Ren Ye was fighting five people alone, he never fell behind. Sword in hand, whenever the five opponents' supernatural abilities and magic treasures approached the fat sheep's body, he always blocked them with perfect timing. His moves were somewhat ugly, but simple and effective, broad and sweeping. Conversely, whenever he raised his sword to counterattack, the Jade-Faced Young Master and the others were left scrambling, not daring to meet his blade for fear that one careless move would mean their deaths.
After a dozen or so exchanges, the three people previously lured outside the courtyard hurried