"This should be the last place where the phone appeared!"

On the screen, the green arrow representing his position almost overlapped with the red dot. Ye Qingfeng's gaze swept lightly as he searched through the black night, missing no spot.

Wherever his gaze reached, everything was clearly visible, but nothing that resembled a phone caught his attention.

"Is it not here?"

His eyes slightly narrowed, and then he suddenly looked at the message.

"It's in here!"

With a single hand pull, a surge of suction exploded, cutting off the flowing creek water. Countless leaf blocks and water rushed up into the sky.

In the stream, Ye Qingfeng's gaze swept lightly and fixed on one item. Then, reaching out his hand, he drew it in; it was indeed a phone.

"Brother Lei's phone. It seems something indeed happened!"

The phone had been submerged in water for too long and couldn't be powered on.

"The phone appearing here was clearly deliberately thrown into the stream. Whoever did this shouldn't be too far away, hehe!"

He grinned, already having a plan in mind.

"Power of the Wind!"

Ye Qingfeng waved one hand, and the wind element in the world suddenly surged violently.

Moments later, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Divine Fist Sect, seeking death?"

He stomped his foot and soared into the sky, heading towards the depths of the mountains.

In the heart of the mountain ranges outside Broken Land, torches flickered on the plaza as a group of people in Thai attire lit bonfires, singing and dancing enthusiastically, though most of their gazes swept toward the four people tied up and caged beside the bonfire.

Among the four, one had bloodstained lips and disheveled hair, but his eyes were filled with defiance and resilience. It was Ye Lei!

In the cage by the bonfire, four people were being held. Besides Ye Lei, who appeared somewhat disheveled, the other two women and one man were well-dressed and unharmed, but showed signs of dejection and worry.

"Ye Lei, are you okay?"

The other young man asked Ye Lei.

"I'm fine, but it's because of me that you three got involved!"

Ye Lei spat out a mouthful of blood, the fierceness in his eyes undiminished.

"No, it's my fault!"

The woman sitting to Ye Lei's left with crossed legs gently shook her head. Her face was beautiful and frosty, exuding an aloof aura.

She felt deeply guilty now. The four of them had traveled together to the Broken Land of Tai Bang, not expecting to encounter a group of Thais who flirted with her.

All four were geniuses of the Huaxia Martial Arts World and naturally wouldn't let it slide. A fight broke out, and Ye Lei, being the fiercest, severely injured the leader of the group.

They thought the matter was resolved, not expecting to provoke even more terrifying figures. Just as they were planning to return to Huaxia, three Thai masters arrived, all Junior War Kings.

Even though they fought with all their might, they were still easily captured and ended up being imprisoned in a cage.

They never imagined that a vacation to Tai Bang would lead to such a major incident.

At the end of the plaza, twelve armchairs were set up, five on top, seven on lower steps, each occupied by someone with a fierce aura and formidable strength.

Especially the five elders sitting on the five upper chairs, showing no signs of aging, their muscles bulging like steel wires, their heads banded with white headbands, drawing countless gazes upon them, including seven highly respected middle-aged men who were extremely respectful to the four captives.

The five sat like meditative monks, silent, their gaze sweeping over everyone below as if looking at a group of unrelated ants, cold to the extreme.

A group of disciple-like Thais, hands and feet bound with boxing ropes, stood in over ten rows, numbering around a hundred people, the formation was significant.

"For a few of us, bringing such a big scene, the Thais are really peculiar!"

The other three showed some worry, but Ye Lei remained indifferent, his face still spirited.

He looked at the coldly elegant woman, his eyes filled with tender affection.

"Traveling with Medicine King Pavilion's princess You Lianruo, it's truly an honor!"

This cold and proud woman was indeed You Lianruo, the princess of the Medicine King Pavilion.

Facing Ye Lei's intense gaze, she sighed inwardly.

How could she not know Ye Lei's feelings for her? She originally had a good impression of Ye Lei, but ever since she met the one who conquered the Huaxia Martial Arts World alone, her heart hadn't fluttered for anyone else.

"Ye Lei, what should we do now?"

The young man beside them asked Ye Lei.

"Fei Long, don't worry, if they really want to attack us, they should also be apprehensive of our identities!"

The woman next to You Lianruo said softly.

The young man turned back to face the woman with unmatched beauty, showing a gentle smile.

"Zixi, you're right, no matter what, I will do my utmost to protect you, letting no one harm you!"

This man and woman were Fu Tiandao's external disciple Fu Feilong and Tie Wuqing's daughter, Tie Zixi, both Junior War King experts from Huaxia.

The four had traveled together to Tai Bang, not expecting to all become prisoners now.

Tie Zixi nodded lightly, grateful to Fei Long, yet her worry did not diminish.

Protection was based on superior strength. With Fu Feilong's abilities, he couldn't even defeat a War King, so how could he protect her?

Tie Zixi couldn't help but think of that indifferent young man; if he said something like that, she would definitely be at ease.

Thinking of that person's recent achievements, her eyes glowed with admiration.

"He's around our age, or even younger, yet he can challenge an entire martial arts world alone, slay a Half-step War Emperor, and ascend to thirty-fifth on the War God List, while we can only be imprisoned in a foreign land. Is this the difference?"

Just then, one of the seven sitting in a row suddenly stood up.

Seeing this person step forward, anger flashed in Ye Lei's eyes. It was this person who injured him, merciless in his strikes.

"Hmph, a few Huaxia kids dare to harm my disciple, not knowing what's good for them!"

The middle-aged man named Song Pashan was one of the seven War King guardians of the Divine Fist Sect.

The young man whom Ye Lei severely injured yesterday was his direct disciple.

He has always been protective. Seeing his disciple heavily injured, he flew into a rage and, together with two other guardians, captured Ye Lei and the others back.

"Hmph, your disciple was incompetent and insulted my friend; he brought it upon himself!"

Ye Lei sneered, countering without any weakness.

Song Pashan's eyes flared with anger, saying coldly, "At the brink of death, and still so boastful?"

"Our Divine Fist Sect disciples can only be punished and guided by our own, no matter how big their mistake outside, it's not for others to interfere!"

Ye Lei snorted disdainfully, "What a Divine Fist Sect, is this how you teach your disciples?"

As soon as he finished speaking, You Lianruo suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Divine Fist Sect, you are from the Divine Fist Sect?"

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