In the hall, aside from the ignorant common folk,

every martial arts master who could sense the aura

was paralyzed in their chairs, overwhelmed by the murderous intent erupting from Chijin, unable to move.

Just then, Mad Blade and Fan Yi charged over.

Determination, accepting death as inevitable, was written all over their faces.

The muscles in Mad Blade's cheeks twitched continuously, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.

Meanwhile, Fan Yi's teeth had bitten through his lower lip, blood staining his chin red.

Both of their legs were trembling.

However, this did not affect their aim to draw close to Yang Fei like moths to a flame.

The reason people fear high-order beings is ultimately due to the instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm.

Fear of being destroyed, fear of being slaughtered.

But if one truly let go, valuing life no more,

Even the most terrifying pressure would lose most of its effect.

The brave are fearless!

Fan Yi and Mad Blade rushed to Yang Fei's side.

Mad Blade thrust the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army into Yang Fei's hands.

He barely choked out a sentence.

"Instructor, let's do this motherfucker~ together."

Mad Blade's other hand was holding a gas cylinder.

Facing the mighty Chijin, the fearless Mad Blade harbored thoughts of mutual destruction.

Fan Yi, however, remained silent, trembling as he showed a little knife.

He stood askew at Yang Fei's nine o'clock position, forming a wedge formation.

Fan Yi was shaking so much he could barely stand.

Yet, his spine remained as straight as a lance tested in countless battles.

In fact, Yang Fei bore over ninety-eight percent of Chijin's divine might.

Otherwise, Mad Blade, Fan Yi, and Feng Cai'er, would not have been able to withstand Chijin's martial will.

In just a moment, the three of them would lose control of their minds, going mad from delirium.

Looking at these three brothers who were willing to live and die together, facing the formidable enemy,

they exhibited strong battle will and a spirit of facing death unflinchingly.

Even Chijin was somewhat moved.

Chijin understood deeply.

The pressure he unleashed, how terrifying it was to martial arts masters below the Strength Transformation level.

It was downright crushing pressure.

The control of destiny by the divine, impossible to resist and impossible to escape.

Ordinary martial artists should not even think of resisting.

Merely forming a thought of resistance would drive them to madness out of fear and struggle.

Yet, these four ants before him could not only persist under his pressure but even roared at him?

Chijin sneered coldly.

He was already at the Core Formation Peak.

To the eyes of mortals, such a martial artist was no different from the Immortals and Buddha of legend.

These four ants dared to affront his dignity.

They would have to face a fate of annihilation.

Justice violates prohibition.

At Chijin's level of realm, human society's laws had mostly lost their restraining power on him.

These four people must die!

Chijin's hands, like a lotus, joined in front of his chest, then slowly blossomed outward.

Roar!

Between his palms, like a tornado, a roar erupted.

The air surged rapidly, faintly revealing tiny vortices forming within.

In Yang Fei's body, Turtle Extreme screamed desperately, urging Yang Fei to retreat immediately.

And Yang Fei felt it too.

Hidden between Chijin's lotus-blooming hands lay an unimaginably terrifying destructive power.

If he were to unleash it, he would likely die right there.

But what of it?

Everyone must die someday.

If he were to submit to Lord Dragon King,

living such a suffocating, aggrieved life, what meaning was there to continue living?

The Essence Qi within Yang Fei began to boil, smoke billowing from his head, shooting straight into the sky.

Four Extremes operated to their limit.

He felt as though his body were like a barrel of gunpowder, about to explode at any moment.

Yang Fei gritted his teeth and inch by inch, drew the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army.

Chijin's eyes noticed the Heavy Sword in Yang Fei's hand and was instantly shocked.

The dark Army-destroyer Heavy Sword, with its robust and antiquated design, exuded an overwhelming presence.

Could this sword be the legendary Sword of the War God?

Yang Fei's Essence Qi poured into the blade.

The Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army buzzed like rolling thunder.

Chijin was even more visibly shaken.

He suddenly yelled, and his body, ghost-like, closed in on Yang Fei.

At the same time, he aimed a palm strike at Yang Fei's face.

The primed Heavy Sword in Yang Fei's hand immediately slashed downwards.

A purple-gold radiance formed an arc-shaped phantom image.

Bang!

A fist and a sword collided in mid-air.

A ring-shaped cyclone, like a tornado, swept around the surroundings.

Fan Yi, Mad Blade, and Feng Cai'er in the distance,

were all swept off their feet by this torrential force, stumbling backward.

Further away, several dining tables were suddenly flipped, and the guests screamed, unable to dodge in time.

Yang Fei felt the force of the opponent's palm as if Mount Tai was crushing down on him.

His internal organs and bones felt as if they were about to be flattened.

He yelled loudly, his longsword fiercely thrusting upwards as he took four steps back using the Yu Step.

Although Yang Fei managed to escape, he could no longer hold onto the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army.

The Heavy Sword clanged as it stabbed into the marble floor tiles.

Spurt!

Yang Fei spat out a mouthful of blood, which sprayed out like an arrow.

He leaned on the longsword's hilt, his eyes glaring at Chijin with an untamed and fierce look on his face.

In Chijin's hands, the Four Extremes as One Yang Fei could not even withstand a single move!

Strangely, there was not a trace of triumph on Chijin's baby face.

On the contrary, his face was full of shock.

And Yang Fei noticed.

The muscles around his eyes were trembling slightly, and even his trouser legs were quivering.

Was Chijin afraid?

The renowned Chijin, one of The Two Immortals of the Forbidden City, was actually scared out of his wits!

Blood flowed continuously from the corner of Yang Fei's mouth.

He stared at the pale-faced, terrified Chijin, equally puzzled.

After a long while, Chijin finally screamed.

"Sword of the War God, Yu Step... who exactly are you to the War God?"

Yang Fei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised his head.

"I don't know any War God. If you want my life, you'll have to trade yours for it."

Yang Fei had only exchanged one move with Chijin.

He knew he was powerless against this God-level Master at the Peak of Heaven Grade Core Formation.

He gritted his teeth, ready to fight for his life with fierce determination.

Chijin shook his head and instead stepped back.

His eyes fixed on Yang Fei.

"Since you have ties with the War God, this matter is of great importance."

"Your life is not mine to take."

As he spoke, Chijin withdrew his imposing aura.

He reverted to his sunny and shy cream boy demeanor.

Chijin withdrew the pressure, and the heavy burden on Yang Fei vanished without a trace.

Chijin looked at Yang Fei indifferently, his gaze very peculiar.

"Since you have ties with the War God, you should come to the Dragon King Hall on the first day of next month to welcome Lord Dragon King out of his closed-door cultivation."

"I can guarantee that at the Dragon King Hall, you will learn more secrets about the War God."

"The secrets of the War God?"

Yang Fei subconsciously repeated, instantly feeling his heart stirring.

Although Yang Fei's memory was lost,

he was increasingly discovering that he had an extremely important connection with the legendary War God.

If he could truly learn the secrets of the War God,

the lost part of his memory might well be restored.

"Fine, I will definitely visit the Dragon King Hall on the first day of next month to meet Lord Dragon King."

Yang Fei hardly considered before he agreed outright.

He had made up his mind.

Even if the Dragon King Hall was a Dragon's Den and Tiger's Lair, he must venture forth.

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