"Pah! Do you think I'm a fool to just surrender and let you handle me as you please?"

Yang Fei spat vehemently.

The seven or eight men below all received their share of the spit, causing everyone to retreat.

The large rock in Yang Fei's hands seemed like it could smash down at any moment.

This precarious scene made everyone below dare not push their luck further.

The man dressed in Versace looked exceptionally displeased.

At the Mystic Hawk Pavilion, he was among the best of the Third Generation Disciples.

His Martial Arts were solid, having reached the Dark Energy Heavenly Grade.

Yet, the man's abilities were rendered useless by Yang Fei's rock, forcing him to bow his head.

Seeing Yang Fei standing high above with the geographical advantage, the man had to suppress his rage.

"You've trespassed on our forbidden grounds. Just come down obediently, and let's go to the Elders' Hall to explain yourself,"

"We won't make it difficult for you."

Yang Fei, full of pride, responded, "I said I'm not coming down, so I'm not coming down."

"Try climbing up if you dare?"

Fury flickered in the man's eyes.

"Don't think just because you have the upper hand, you can do whatever you want!"

"Our Ming Xia Garden has helicopters that can forcibly land here at any time."

"And the Mystic Hawk Pavilion is full of experts. You're no match for us. It'd be wise to surrender willingly..."

"Pah! You think I'm easily scared?"

"You say come down, I'll come down, as if Mystic Hawk Pavilion is full of experts, heh, I doubt it!"

Yang Fei spat again, and those below instinctively covered their faces and backed away.

Just then, Yang Fei's body moved swiftly, diving down like a hawk.

His movement was as fast as lightning, and with a slap, he had heavily smacked the Versace-clad man on the face.

As he turned, his left hand swung continuously, landing a slap on every man on the platform.

In an instant, all seven or eight men were bruised and swollen-faced.

And those men couldn't even catch a glimpse of Yang Fei's shadow.

The man was dizzy and finally saw Yang Fei's figure clearly.

He roared and charged forward.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, leaped onto the hanging ladder, and casually tossed something aside.

The man had experienced his lightning-fast slapping skills.

He immediately raised one palm to guard his face, followed by shaping his right hand into a hook, trying to catch Yang Fei.

Yang Fei laughed again, his left leg shot out, kicking the man in the chest.

The man's burly body immediately soared into the air, almost falling off the cliff.

He was so frightened, he desperately grabbed the ground, sweating profusely.

The others quickly gathered around.

However, by then, Yang Fei had already returned to the top of the cliff.

A massive stone rumbled down.

Everyone was terrified, scrambling desperately to the side.

Shrieks filled the air.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, proudly standing at the mountain's mouth again.

"Experts everywhere, huh? Doesn't seem like it!"

Feng Cai'er saw him suddenly dive down, causing a commotion below.

She couldn't help but admire him.

"Whoever messes with this bastard, really has no ancestral virtue. That move was extremely cool."

Yang Fei suddenly turned around, looked at Feng Cai'er, and bragged proudly.

His eyes blinked, his face bearing a "come worship me" expression.

Feng Cai'er immediately spat.

"Don't be so proud, the real experts haven't arrived yet. I'll see what you'll do then!"

Below the platform, the Versace-clad man was mortified.

He led this group of Mystic Hawk Pavilion disciples from the headquarters' Third Generation.

Though they weren't personally trained by the Great Elders, their Martial Arts skills were not to be underestimated.

They were the backbone of Hua Xia Garden.

Usually, when these disciples faced other Mortal World forces, they had never lost.

However, in front of this mysterious figure, they seemed as insignificant as chickens and dogs, utterly defenseless.

Yang Fei stood at the entrance of the mountain path, chest puffed out and stomach concave, overflowing with pride.

"Such a small fry like you is not worthy of speaking to me, let your Great Elder come."

The man from Versace nearly fainted.

The Four Great Elders of the Council of Elders were all tied up negotiating with the Five Banners Command Master.

Who had time to meet with this fellow?

Yet this fellow's martial skills were alarmingly high.

He himself, leading these Third Generation Disciples, had no way to deal with him.

Just then, someone bellowed from the base of the mountain, the voice traveling far and wide.

"What kind of rat dares to invade the forbidden territory of Mystic Hawk Pavilion!"

The voice thundered so loudly that Feng Cai'er, despite the distance, had to cover her ears, her face losing color.

Yang Fei chuckled, straightening his spine: "Finally, a master has come."

The disciples beside the altar below were all inexplicably excited.

"The Great Elder has finally come; this time, this ignorant kid is out of luck."

"In recent years, the Great Elder rarely engages in combat; today, I can finally witness his majesty in person."

"Humph, when we catch this kid later, don't stop me; I must break his teeth!"

"Guess which Elder is coming—I bet it's Elder Luo!"

...

Listening to the people below, there was a lot of discussion.

Feng Cai'er's heart pounded chaotically, her face pale.

Even though she held the Phoenix Order.

Yet Yang Fei, reckless and bold, not only invaded the territory of Mystic Hawk Pavilion but also attacked its disciples.

She feared that even the Phoenix Order wouldn't work now.

Yang Fei looked carelessly towards the base of the mountain.

On the winding stone steps below.

Several figures rushed upward rapidly, mingled with an intense killing intent.

At this moment, the disciples below the stone platform all exclaimed.

"Oh my God, all Four Great Elders Luo Qi Liang Cheng have arrived; this presence is truly frightening."

"There are more people below; even the Five Banners Command Master has arrived; this kid really has no place to be buried!"

...

Yang Fei saw clearly, around eight or nine figures leaping upwards fiercely.

Each of these people's Kung Fu was probably not inferior to Three Swords.

Among them, two especially formidable ones were no less than Golden Buddha.

The most powerful masters of Mystic Hawk Pavilion were likely all here.

The others, seeing such might, could not help but feel fear.

However, Yang Fei was bursting with exuberance: "Good, they are coming!"

He told Feng Cai'er to cover her ears and back far away.

Feng Cai'er didn't know what he intended to do, but she still retreated as instructed and covered her ears.

Roar!

Yang Fei let out a thunderous roar, like a clap of thunder, echoing down from the extreme summit.

His voice surged tumultuously, like the tides of the Yangtze River, rolling downward.

Tiger Extreme Third Level: Tiger Roar!

This roar, though Feng Cai'er had already covered her ears, still shook her so violently that her heart nearly leaped out of her mouth.

Her head felt as if it were being pierced by needles, stars dancing before her eyes.

And for the disciples of Mystic Hawk Pavilion by the altar, it was like a bolt from the blue, striking them squarely.

Seven or eight disciples, all in agony, clutched their ears and rolled around chaotically.

The high-frequency sound waves emitted from Yang Fei's throat had an extreme lethality.

The explosive power was too much for martial artists at the Dark Energy level to withstand.

As Yang Fei's Martial Arts Realm had grown higher, the power of this Tiger Roar had also grown increasingly tremendous.

By now, his single roar,

was likely enough to make even real lions and tigers flee.

Upon finishing his long howl, Yang Fei spoke each word distinctly.

"Mystic Hawk Pavilion's Elders, Yannan's Yang Fei pays his respects!"

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