The Twelve Witch Kings have always engaged in overt and covert struggles, deceit and cunning. Even at this moment, while forming an alliance to collectively fight against the Witch Master, Gonggong still didn't forget to betray his allies once.

In Gonggong's heart, it would be best if Xuan Ming and Zhu Jiu Yin could fight Yang Fei to a standstill.

Xuan Ming was the first to act, dashing over to the staircase entrance like a rampaging wolf.

His entire body surrounded by True Martial Qi Energy, forming a fierce attacking arrowhead.

Bang!

Yang Fei indeed fell for it, raising his hand to fire a shot.

Just as Xuan Ming's head appeared, a bullet was soul-chasing and life-snatching its way to his eyes.

Xuan Ming was so scared that cold sweat broke out; only now did he realize that this guy's sniping was simply at an unimaginable level.

Fortunately, Xuan Ming was only feinting, holding back some strength, his body flipped in mid-air and landed back down.

But just at that moment, Yang Fei rushed to the staircase entrance, fired two shots, and two bullets whistled down at him.

The bullets hadn't yet reached Xuan Ming's face, but the sharp killing intent had already made his hair stand on end.

He yelled and desperately dodged to the left, but his shoulder burned with pain as a burst of blood exploded.

Xuan Ming clutched his shoulder, tumbled twice in pain, his face contorting.

Everyone watched Yang Fei's remarkable sniping in horror, scattering to the sides.

On the other side, Zhu Jiu Yin moved stealthily, like a ghost, darting out of the sixth-floor window.

He pushed hard on the window ledge, his whole body like a lynx, leaping up directly towards the seventh floor's window.

Zhu Jiu Yin's speed was unbelievably fast, managing to dart into the seventh-floor window in an instant.

Just as his head popped inside, there came a bang, and a blue and white porcelain vase flew towards him.

It was Yang Fei who, unable to stop Zhu Jiu Yin, kicked a big blue and white porcelain vase really hard on the ground.

Zhu Jiu Yin grunted, seized the big blue and white porcelain vase.

But at that moment, the porcelain vase burst suddenly, and amid the shattered pieces, a pot flew out, crashing into Zhu Jiu Yin's head with a bang.

Bang!

The pot shattered, and Zhu Jiu Yin's head was struck soundly.

Soon after, a stinking unknown liquid splashed out from the pot, covering Zhu Jiu Yin's face and head.

Zhu Jiu Yin was momentarily dazed, then let out a miserable cry, "This is... a urinal!"

His eyes glaring, nostrils flaring, Zhu Jiu Yin vowed he had never suffered such humiliation.

Yang Fei burst into laughter, "After tired from fighting, I took a little break, so how's the young master's pee? Does it give you an enlightening sensation?"

Zhu Jiu Yin, genuinely a True Martial Master, had never endured such a great humiliation.

He was both shocked and furious, the humiliation and disgust almost making him faint.

All over his body, Zhu Jiu Yin's Essence Qi surged swiftly, his wild force erupting like a volcano.

"Kid, I'm going to kill you!"

Yang Fei laughed loudly, "Oh, forgot to tell you, that urinal isn't mine. It's the old man's special one. Could it be the years-old urine has a captivating aroma?"

Zhu Jiu Yin was so angry he went mad, launching himself directly at Yang Fei.

The frantically surging True Martial Qi Energy stirred the air, wrapping around his body like a giant drill.

Boom!

Yang Fei raised a single hand, slashing with the Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal, colliding precisely with Zhu Jiu Yin's attack.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Zhu Jiu Yin, like a kite with a broken string, was sent crashing toward the window.

His entire body hurled out, falling downward.

Zhu Jiu Yin clung to the window ledge with one hand, his chest churning with Qi-Blood, his throat sickly sweet, almost causing him to vomit blood.

He was incredibly frightened in his heart, "You... you're also a True Martial Master?"

In fact, Zhu Jiu wasn't losing to Yang Fei, but because he was in mid-air, unable to leverage his strength, and in his rage, he hadn't fully exploited his capabilities.

Yang Fei, on the other hand, rested while preparing to launch his strongest ultimate strike, the Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal, unexpectedly, and with full strength, leading to Zhu Jiu Yin suffering considerable loss.

Yang Fei, looking at Zhu Jiu Yin's miserable state, couldn't be bothered to explain.

He laughed heartily, chambered a bullet in his rifle, and fired at Zhu Jiu Yin.

Bang!

The sharp bullet, as if guided by sight, shot straight towards Zhu Jiu Yin's forehead.

"No, you cheater!"

With a scream, Zhu Jiu Yin let go of the window ledge, falling like a kite with a broken string.

Meanwhile, three or four Witch Kings sprung from the staircase, like a pack of wolves, rushing towards Yang Fei.

Taking advantage of the moment Yang Fei and Zhu Jiu Yin engaged, Gonggong Organization's elites launched a strong assault, finally reaching the Seventh Level.

Seeing the unfavorable turn, Yang Fei let out a long howl and dashed out through the window.

Zhu Jiu Yin, still falling, flailed desperately in the air.

At that moment, his chest and abdomen were trampled, causing him to plummet even faster.

Clear in his vision, Zhu Jiu Yin knew it was Yang Fei who trampled him.

Using Zhu Jiu Yin's body as a stepping stone, Yang Fei sprang upwards into mid-air and reached out to grab onto a thick iron chain hanging from the Demon Tower's top.

Zhu Jiu Yin was bitterly resentful toward the one who tricked him again, wanting to devour his flesh, and at the same time, a chill rose in his heart.

"Is this guy really just a Master of Gangjin? But what about that immense force just now?"

Bang!

Zhu Jiu Yin's body crashed into the ground, creating a crater, his entire form in excruciating pain, as if he was tearing apart.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, with several bones in his body broken.

Zhu Jiu Yin's subordinates quickly rushed over, surrounding him, "Witch Master, are you okay?"

Zhu Jiu Yin, eyes blazing with fury, pointed at Yang Fei swinging on the iron chain, and shouted.

"Shoot, kill that guy."

The crowd aimed their firearms at Yang Fei on the chain and opened fire ferociously.

Amidst a long howl, Yang Fei tapped the Demon Tower's wall with the tip of his foot, swinging outward as if riding the clouds and fog, at an incredible speed.

The first volley completely missed, only to see Yang Fei laughing brightly, letting go of the chain.

The great momentum propelled him like a large bird towards the altar not far away.

Though reluctant to admit it, Zhu Jiu Yin had to say.

This guy's posture was truly stunning!

Bang, bang, bang!

Countless armed individuals identified him as a reckless troublemaker and fired at the altar, bullets whistling.

Yet, Yang Fei's figure rolled several times on the altar, then suddenly dove directly under it, into the dense crowd of people.

Chaos ensued among the multitude, with countless clansmen withdrawing outward.

Gonggong and several major Witch Kings, burning with urgency, rushed down the Demon Tower, only to find the tribesmen densely packed, the center crowded with five or six people, obscuring their vision.

Gonggong personally intervened, grabbing the guys in the center, and upon closer inspection, found none of them were Yang Fei.

Looking at the shocked and fearful clansmen around him, Gonggong was so furious that he trembled, consumed by an indescribable coldness in his heart.

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