At this moment, the three middle-aged men were startled when they heard Ding Fan's voice. Clearly, they hadn't expected someone to appear so close behind them without them noticing at all, and cold sweat trickled down their backs.
The middle-aged man quickly turned his head, filled with vigilance and a murderous look in his eyes as he stared at Ding Fan, speaking coldly:
"Who are you? Following us like this. Do you want to die?"
Ding Fan heard the man's words and stood there motionless, his face indifferent, not even a muscle twitching. Ding Fan's eyes were as cold and deep as an unfathomable pond, viewing the opponents with equal murderous intent, but Ding Fan was clearly not in a hurry to act. He had already assessed the strength of the three; the strongest was the middle-aged man, but he was merely a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Late Stage. The other two ordinary cultivators of the Wild Wolf Gang were just at the Nascent Soul Late Stage.
