Crimson Flame shot out fiercely, unleashing Heaven and Earth's Momentum to suppress the Divine Mountain mice's potential, killing six or seven experts who had been bitten by the mice and turned into poisoned people. When a young man saw Crimson Flame kill a poisoned person, he immediately shouted, "Uncle! Don't kill my uncle."
"That's not your uncle anymore!"
Ding Fan glanced at him coldly and said flatly, "Your uncle has long been dead. This is someone who has been poisoned by mice. If you don't kill him, he'll kill more people."
The young man saw Crimson Flame slice his uncle in half, and his body crumbled as he knelt on the ground crying bitterly.
Several other relatives of the poisoned people who were killed were also filled with pain. Ding Fan's heart, however, did not undergo much fluctuation, as he recalled a long time ago the words of a martial artist: death is the ultimate form of a martial artist, entering the path of cultivation requires a consciousness of death.
