Yang Wuxin and Zhang Yuan were uncertain.

The two exchanged a glance, and dared not make a move immediately.

Dong Wenxue had just endured two slaps from Yang Fei, how could he tolerate such humiliation?

He whipped out a dagger and, without regard for his own safety, pressed forward towards Yang Fei.

Slap! Slap~Slap!

Yang Fei's figure flickered, weaving through the swings of Dong Wenxue's dagger.

And every time he raised his hand, Dong Wenxue's cheek inevitably received a slap.

A succession of crisp sounds echoed throughout the grand hall.

Yang Fei knew well the principle of hitting the face when beating someone.

He did not want Dong Wenxue's life, and his palm did not contain Essence Qi.

These slaps, damaging skin but not bone, were nonetheless very effective.

Among all attacks, slapping the face was best at crushing a person's pride and fighting spirit.

Dong Wenxue attacked madly regardless, dodging all the while.

Then Yang Fei, with a delicate motion of his hand, delivered a heavy slap.

These dozen or so slaps came down.

Dong Wenxue's initial fury was replaced by retreating and cringing.

His courage to resist rapidly disappeared.

Mad Blade chuckled darkly, his eyes fixed on Yang Wuxin and Zhang Yuan.

"It's really strange, seeing someone this brazen for the first time, daring to make a move against Brother Fei?"

Fan Yi nodded slightly in agreement, but showed no intention of intervening.

As Mad Blade spoke, he threw a sack from his shoulder onto the center of the grand hall with a thud.

Then, he saluted the grand hall with clasped hands.

"Reporting to Queen Lin, Lai Wuyou from Yancheng has arrived."

Lin Xueyi nodded slightly, "Big Brother Kuangdao and Brother Fan Yi have worked hard."

Slap!

Just then, Dong Wenxue took another heavy slap.

Dizzy and groggy, he sat on the floor like a drumskin, no longer daring to stand.

As Yang Fei raised his hand again, Dong Wenxue instinctively covered his face.

His voice was incredibly weak, "I yield, stop hitting."

Yang Fei withdrew his hand, but then delivered a heartbreaking kick to Dong Wenxue's abdomen.

Dong Wenxue was kicked into a roll and fell backward.

Yang Fei pounced like a yellow weasel catching chickens, and began pummeling Dong Wenxue with Turtle Fist.

Yang Wuxin and Zhang Yuan watched Yang Fei with wide eyes and slack jaws.

This guy's Kung Fu was profound and unfathomable.

It was just a casual slap.

But no matter how Dong Wenxue tried to block or dodge, he just couldn't escape.

This guy was beating a Dark Energy master as if he were beating his own child.

He was free to hit as he pleased, and moreover, he struck ruthlessly and fiercely.

Furthermore, targeting the face with every move, that was definitely intentional.

Too sinister.

The face of the fallen Dong Wenxue had completely swollen up like a pig's head.

His face bruised and swollen, his original appearance was unrecognizable.

The nearby Yang Wuxin and Zhang Yuan were both so frightened they trembled all over.

Li Shun and Qing Yang, however, watched with delight.

Qing Yang cheered loudly.

Li Shun, however, sighed.

If he could have fought Yang Fei to the death three months ago,

now, he had even lost the qualification to fight desperately.

His growth rate could simply be described as monstrous.

With such a chief bodyguard as Yang Fei, what was a minor Shan Province Underground World to Lin Xueyi?

At this moment, Dong Wenxue had been beaten by Yang Fei so badly that there wasn't a single intact spot on his body.

Only then did the brat stand up triumphantly.

He looked at Dong Wenxue, who had sunk into unconsciousness, and smugly patted his hands together.

"Now, do you believe when I say Sister Xueyi is the queen?" he asked.

Although Dong Wenxue's mind was hazy.

But this deadly phrase was deeply etched in his heart.

He would never forget it.

It was because of this phrase that he had been beaten into the current state of a dead dog.

At this moment, when he heard Yang Fei ask again, he immediately nodded like a pecking chick.

Yang Fei chuckled, "Good boy, a good child, Brother Fei loves you."

He turned around and looked at Yang Wuxin and Zhang Yuan, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders.

"What about you two, any objections?"

Yang Wuxin and Zhang Yuan didn't dare to talk back and hurriedly nodded in agreement.

However, while they agreed verbally, they secretly regretted it.

This time they had ventured into Fanlin Temple alone without their henchmen.

The idea was to take advantage of the injuries of the Three Swords and others, but it backfired.

Who knew such a menacing figure would appear?

Seeing that they agreed verbally but their eyes darted around, Yang Fei was suspicious.

He knew these two guys weren't truly convinced.

Yang Fei sneered, pointing at the sack on the ground with an extremely indifferent tone.

"You should be thankful that you came to Fanlin Temple, rather than hiding out in your lair, hehe."

Yang Wuxin and Zhang Yuan, hearing Yang Fei's sneer and looking at the sack on the ground,

felt a chill run down their spines, with a foreboding feeling creeping up on them.

Yang Fei, seeing their fear and looking at the sack on the ground, decided to give them a strong dose of reality.

"Do you want to know what's inside this sack?"

Yang Wuxin and Zhang Yuan shivered, staring blankly at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei encouragingly looked at them.

"If you want to know, go ahead and open the sack."

Yang Wuxin and Zhang Yuan exchanged glances.

Zhang Yuan hesitantly untied the nylon rope of the sack.

Inside the sack, a long horse-like face appeared, bruised and bloodied.

Further examination revealed that his arms and legs dangled limply, obviously having been broken.

The man had a brutal and fierce expression; it was none other than Lai Wuyou, the Great Owl of Yancheng.

Yang Wuxin and Zhang Yuan were stunned.

Among thirteen big rascals of Shan Province,

although Lai Wuyou's economic strength wasn't great, his martial arts power was top-notch.

A big rascal backed by two Dark Energy Grandmasters, along with himself as a Dark Energy Master.

Three Dark Energy Great Grandmasters, enough to sweep away all the other big rascals except for the Golden-Faced Buddha.

But in one night, he had been beaten like a dead dog.

And stuffed into this sack, brought to Fanlin Temple.

This news, if it got out, would terrify many people.

Yang Wuxin and Zhang Yuan, involuntarily glanced at Big Brother Kuangdao and Fan Yi.

Queen Lin's subordinates contained such powerful masters?

They looked at Yang Fei again, feeling even more that Lin Xueyi was unfathomable.

Yang Fei's Martial Arts Realm.

Yang Wuxin and Zhang Yuan couldn't see through it at all, only able to describe it as mysteriously untraceable.

And such a person was serving Queen Lin.

Plus, effortlessly sweeping away Lai Wuyou were Big Brother Kuangdao and Fan Yi.

No wonder Queen Lin had risen so quickly in Shan Province.

And why the core elites of the Golden-Faced Buddha Group willingly obeyed.

Yang Wuxin and Zhang Yuan, recalling the damning words they had just uttered,

both shivered violently.

Just then, outside the main hall, Yan Wuxin and Qiu Yidao burst in.

In Yan Wuxin's hands, was also a sack.

He threw the sack on the ground and greeted Lin Xueyi in the hall with a fist salute.

"Reporting to Queen Lin, Bai Shengwu from Songcheng has arrived."

Lin Xueyi nodded slightly.

"The two masters have worked hard, please go down to rest."

From inside the sack, someone let out a miserable cry.

Yang Wuxin and Zhang Yuan's hearts pounded, and their heels weakened.

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