Wang Mazi's car, speeding on the highway, was struck off an overpass by a large delivery truck.

Wang Mazi died.

His company and assets were quickly taken over by a new rising Big Rascal, Qing Yang.

And that young man who knelt before Yang Fei that day was Qing Yang.

Regarding Qing Yang's rise.

Both Yang Fei and Li Shun felt it was not good news.

Wang Mazi had been an old hand in the Mortal World.

Although he was sinister and merciless, he had the principles and bottom lines of an old hand.

At least, he would not kneel to Yang Fei as casually as Qing Yang did.

Such a person is either a weakling or a highly restrained and poisonous Great Owl.

Looking at what Qing Yang did, it was very likely the latter.

However, with Li Shun's current strength, there was no need to fear Qing Yang.

The number one enemy of both Yang Fei and Li Shun was still the Three Swords and Yan Wuxin.

The swordsmanship of the Three Swords had already reached the Realm of Entering the Microscopic.

He was just one step away from Spiritual Communication.

An assassin of such Martial Arts, his lethality was more than double that of a regular Energy Transformation Master.

Yang Fei had faced him twice and although he prevailed both times,

It was all down to luck.

If based purely on strength, even if Yang Fei, added with Mad Blade, it would still be hard to match the Three Swords.

Not to mention, there was a Dark Force master, Yan Wuxin.

His sniping with firearms was even more terrifying than the Three Swords.

In the deep jungles of Azure Dragon Mountain, the Three Swords sat cross-legged, eyes closed in meditation.

Resting flat on his knees was a longsword.

The last time, when he tried to assassinate Yang Fei, he fell into his trap.

Even his longsword was left behind in the villa as he fled in disarray.

This was an unforgettable humiliation after the great achievement in his swordsmanship.

This humiliation could only be cleansed with the blood of Yang Fei.

Suddenly, the Three Swords opened his eyes and leapt up.

The longsword in his hand turned into a dazzling flash of lightning, repeatedly sparking in the air.

Countless falling leaves fluttered around.

The longsword of the Three Swords was not withdrawn.

Wherever his longsword swung, countless withered yellow leaves followed.

The scene was like a dragon made up of dried leaf butterflies.

His Sword Momentum grew slower.

And his longsword seemed to possess an immense magnetism.

Countless leaves and twigs rose from the ground, forming a strange vortex in the air.

The Sword Momentum of the Three Swords continued to be flatly executed.

But oddly, the air seemed to fill with countless screeching sounds.

His single longsword appeared to transform into thousands upon thousands.

Numerous illusory yet real Sword Shadows appeared in the air.

In the depths of the jungle, the Sword Shadows swayed, with the chant of the dragon continuously echoing.

The atmosphere was filled with a deadly aura.

Finally, the longsword of the Three Swords stopped.

Countless dried leaves gathered on his sword blade.

Hum!

The blade of the Three Swords trembled, all the dried leaves turning into dust, fluttering down to the ground.

In the jungle, the sound of clapping arose.

Yan Wuxin, clapping his hands, walked out from the depths of the jungle.

"Congratulations, master, on breaking through yourself, with great progress in your swordsmanship."

At this moment, the eyebrows and hair of the Three Swords were as straight as a sword.

Even the Hanging Needle Pattern between his foreheads was like a longsword.

This time, the swordsmanship of the Three Swords had a new breakthrough.

His Martial Arts had greatly advanced as well.

From the Energy Transformation Xuan Grade, he had reached the Transforming Energy Earth Grade.

At this moment, the Three Swords were undoubtedly extremely terrifying.

The Three Swords sheathed his longsword and said quietly, "This First Level Realm was inspired by the humiliation from Yang Fei."

"The so-called 'knowing shame is akin to courage,' let's call it the Sword of Humiliation."

Yan Wuxin nodded his head.

"Since the master has achieved the Sword of Humiliation, Yang Fei's time of death is imminent."

Three Swords slowly said, "The Buddha Lord's annual meeting is about to be convened."

"Eliminating Yang Fei, the anomaly, can be considered clearing the way for Buddha Lord's annual meeting."

Yan Wuxin nodded and asked, "Then, when do we act?"

Three Swords sinisterly smiled, "It has already begun."

Yang Fei and Su Yinxue returned to the villa.

For some reason, his mind began to feel unsettled again.

A sense of crisis, faint yet definite, hung over Yang Fei like a dark cloud.

Ever since he practiced Turtle Extreme, he had been especially sensitive and precise about dangers hidden in the unknown.

This sense of crisis made Yang Fei's heart pound furiously.

He immediately called Mad Blade, Fan Yi, and Li Shun, asking them to rush over.

At the same time, Yang Fei had Su Yinxue, Zhang Lifang, Lin Xueyi, and Xiao Xuanya hide in the underground garage.

In the jungle outside the villa, Three Swords moved quickly and silently, gripping his longsword behind his back as he approached the villa.

He seemed like a sharp sword weaving through the jungle.

At the same time, an intensely dangerous aura, inherently locking onto Yang Fei, emerged.

This feeling was peculiar yet undeniably real.

Yang Fei had just escorted the four women into the underground garage.

He then felt a wild surge of killing intent rushing toward him like a tornado.

A weight sank in Yang Fei's heart as he swiftly pulled out a big spear from the underground garage.

The spear had a yellow sandalwood shaft and a cold iron head, the ridges showing a purplish-black tinge.

This big spear was personally made by Old Man Gong.

In the hands of a martial artist, killing was as easy as cutting grass.

Yang Fei cherished it so much that Old Man Gong had gifted it to him.

Yang Fei had just drawn the long spear and hadn't even had time to shut the garage door.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a shadow rapidly approaching in the dim light.

A wave of killing intent surged massively toward Yang Fei.

With his hair standing on end, Yang Fei straightened the spear in front of his chest.

His eyes dazzled by a bright flash, the longsword unleashed a large burst of cold light targeting Yang Fei's throat.

This sword strike was formless and seemingly elusive, like a venomous snake's deadly strike.

Yang Fei's spear trembled.

The brightly shimmering spear tip vibrated as if it were myriad cold stars directly targeting that person's throat.

The sword was short, the spear long.

With this strike, Yang Fei fully displayed the advantage of the longer weapon.

The person parried with his sword.

Yang Fei immediately made the spear shaft quiver.

The highly flexible yellow sandalwood spear traced an arc, avoiding the other's longsword and still targets his throat.

Merely in an instant, Yang Fei had turned defense into attack using the weapon's superiority.

The person hadn't expected the spear in Yang Fei's hand to be so formidable.

The spear struck like a venomous snake spitting or a flood dragon emerging from the water, both lethal and fierce.

He could only retreat.

Cold sweat beaded on Yang Fei's forehead.

He now saw clearly that this person in front of him was indeed Three Swords.

But this moment's Three Swords was at least twice as dangerous as the one he had encountered in their last duel.

Yang Fei's practice of Turtle Extreme in his subconscious screamed a sharp warning.

Urging Yang Fei to escape quickly.

However, Yang Fei knew very well that escape was no longer an option.

The sword intent harbored in Three Swords, like a keg of dynamite,

needed only a moment to ignite.

If allowed to explode, Yang Fei would undoubtedly meet a grim fate.

Seizing the current advantage, he aimed to suppress his opponent's sword intent first.

Three Swords retreated like lightning, yet Yang Fei's speed was even faster.

The spear in his hand, like a deadly snake, firmly pinned down his throat.

Finally, Three Swords' body slammed against the wall of the underground garage with a thud.

Chunks of cement collapsed with a crash.

Yang Fei's spear, lightning-fast, thrust forward.

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