Uncle Yu finished speaking and left, trembling as he went.

Yang Fei called out loudly behind Uncle Yu.

"Uncle Yu, why not have a cup of rice wine before you leave?"

Uncle Yu turned around and waved his hand at Yang Fei.

"The young master is injured. I'm not at ease leaving him alone in the villa. Goodbye."

Uncle Yu, hunching over, disappeared into the surging crowd.

Yang Fei, holding the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army, was filled with a flood of emotions.

The deep affection and friendship from Xue Mingtai, Yang Fei truly did not know how to repay.

He knew the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army had an extraordinary origin and dared not carelessly place it anywhere.

Thus, Yang Fei shouldered the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army and returned to the main hall.

Inside the main hall, numerous guests were toasting and drinking with each other.

Mad Blade, thoroughly drunk, caught sight of the oblong bundle on Yang Fei's shoulder, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"What's this treasure?"

Staggering over, he reached out to grab the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army on Yang Fei's shoulder.

Yang Fei chuckled and casually tossed the sword to Mad Blade, "Keep this safe for me."

Mad Blade caught it with his hand, crying out in surprise. He barely managed to grasp the heavy sword.

He almost failed to catch the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army and couldn't help but grow incredibly curious, "What is this? Why is it so heavy? Could it be made of gold?"

Yang Fei whispered in his ear, "It's a precious sword. Don't open it. It wouldn't be good if people saw."

Mad Blade was overjoyed.

He had never seen such a heavy precious sword and knew it must be a treasure, making his heart itch with anticipation.

At that moment, in Yang Fei's heart, Turtle Extreme suddenly issued a sharp warning.

A pressure as heavy as a mountain emerged from the entrance of the hotel.

Yang Fei's heart turned ice-cold.

With his current Martial Arts Realm, masters below Core Formation could hardly threaten him.

Those that could make Turtle Extreme so anxious had to be peerless masters above the level of Core Formation to Divine Communication!

He couldn't help but look toward the entrance of the hotel.

At the hotel entrance, a clean and neat young man appeared.

The young man had the face of a child, his skin as tender as a baby's.

Beneath his double eyelids, his big eyes twinkled, and he wore a somewhat shy smile.

Such a creamy young man, if packaged by an entertainment company,

could become a red-hot male star, capable of captivating thousands of young women.

However, Yang Fei could sense a brash and overbearing aura beneath his shy smile, like that of a predatory eagle.

A vast and peerless aura burst forth from the young man, sending chills down Yang Fei's spine.

Even his iron-willed Martial Will began to falter slightly.

Yang Fei was startled.

Coming from a military background, surviving amid the flames of war, his will was like iron, incredibly resilient.

It was such that upon a mere glance, his Martial Will nearly collapsed.

Even the previous encounter with the Envoy of the Purple Azure Dragon had not caused this.

The young man stood carelessly at the entrance, yet silently exuded a majestic and authoritative aura.

Almost everyone instinctively fell silent.

The entire main hall immediately went from being extremely noisy to dead silent.

It seemed that the drop of a pin could be heard.

As if under some spell, everyone sealed their lips.

It was as though speaking would bring a great catastrophe upon them.

Yang Fei circulated Turtle Extreme to resist the young man's oppressive force.

He sighed softly and started walking towards the creamy-faced youth.

He moved slowly, as if each step required tremendous effort.

And indeed, it did.

Yang Fei felt as though the person before him was like the brilliant Taiyang, radiating immense light.

The closer he got, the more he felt the destructive, raging power.

It seemed with each step, destruction drew one step closer.

To seek benefit and avoid harm is an instinct of all living beings.

Yet, to overcome the fear of destruction was known to be many times more difficult.

The cream-faced young man apparently hadn't expected Yang Fei to withstand his intimidating pressure.

In his eyes, there was a slight trace of surprise.

Within Yang Fei, Extreme Tiger roared, Snake Extreme lay hidden, Elephant Extreme was ponderous, and Turtle Extreme remained calm.

He had to exert all four extremes to barely counter the terrifying aura emanating from the cream-faced young man.

Strangely, as Yang Fei approached the cream-faced young man,

the tangible, oppressive weight in the hall seemed to lessen slightly.

Although still too intimidated to speak, everyone could at least breathe a little easier now.

Yang Fei walked up to the cream-faced young man, strived to stand up straight and looked at him coldly.

The cream-faced young man smirked and took out a stick of chewing gum from his pocket, tossing it into his mouth to chew.

He surveyed Yang Fei indolently, as if observing an amusing toy.

After a long moment, the cream-faced young man finally spoke.

"You're Yang Fei? Where's Xue Mingtai?"

Instead of answering his question, Yang Fei replied indifferently, "Who are you?"

The cream-faced young man looked at Yang Fei appreciatively, a mischievously amused smile spreading across his face.

"Indeed, a master."

"These days, the so-called masters who can stand before me and speak coherently are few and far between. You're not bad."

As he spoke, he blew a white bubble with his chewing gum.

Then, the cream-faced young man sighed leisurely.

"A few days ago, you guys injured a handsome guy named Chen Yu; he's my brother."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Fei was visibly shaken.

"You... you're Chijin from the Two Immortals of the Forbidden City before the Dragon King Hall?"

The name of Chijin, one of The Two Immortals of the Forbidden City, had just been revealed.

All the rascals in the hall were stunned.

"Damn it, Chijin has arrived."

"Holy shit, Chijin actually looks like this, unimaginable!"

"We're done for, Chijin is said to be the top master before the Dragon King Hall; we don't even qualify to fight for our lives!"

...

Hearing the chorus of astonished shouts throughout the hall, the cream-faced young man laughed.

His smile was sunny, resembling the friendly big brother next door.

Within his sunny and handsome appearance, there was also a hint of shyness.

But his voice was chillingly cold.

"That's right, I'm Chijin."

All of a sudden, a tremendously fierce aura burst forth from his body, akin to a flood dragon surfacing, gaping its maw wide.

Yang Fei couldn't help but step back, "What do you want to do?"

Unintentionally, he employed the Yu Step to avoid a head-on clash with Chijin's imposing aura.

Doubt surfaced in Chijin's eyes again.

He had intentionally released his pressure,

expecting the little Energy Transformation Master to fall to his knees,

but to his surprise, Yang Fei had merely taken a step back.

There was hardly any change in his expression.

The slight sense of defeat made Chijin extremely uncomfortable while simultaneously earning Yang Fei his respect.

He had the feeling that this little Energy Transformation Master was quite extraordinary.

Chijin's sunny, bashful smile,

appeared to Yang Fei as fearsome as a monstrous python.

Chen Yu watched Yang Fei with a detached gaze.

"I hear that Lanting Group is becoming increasingly formidable,"

"Even my brother Chen Yu sustained injuries at your hands."

"I'd like to ask Xue Mingtai why he is opposing my Dragon King Hall,"

"Does he not realize that by doing this, Lord Dragon King will be saddened?"

Having said that, he spat out his chewing gum and delicately wrapped it in an embroidered handkerchief.

Chijin's voice was mellow but carried a sense of deep sadness.

"I understand Lord Dragon King; he has always held Young Master Ming Tai close to his heart."

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