The middle-aged man beside Feng Ziyan scoffed.

"He truly is an expert!"

An incredibly subtle yet omnipresent huge pressure erupted from him.

"It seems, only I can suppress him."

"I never expected such an expert to emerge from this place!"

Feng Ziyan had been so scared that she was shaking all over.

But the middle-aged man's aura emerged, immediately steadying her heart.

Feng Ziyan straightened her back once again.

"Uncle, this hotel odd-job man has bewitched Su Yinxue into betraying the family."

"You need not hold back, I'll handle it if you kill him."

The middle-aged man sighed lightly and looked at her dispassionately.

"Ziyan, over these ten years, although the Family Head has been in power, it's you and Jun'an who have dealt with most of the family matters."

"With such a big mess inside the family, you should also reflect on your behavior."

As he spoke, his eyes unexpectedly showed a rare trace of warmth.

"Look at you now, do you really resemble the gentle and generous lady of the nobility you were ten years ago?"

Feng Ziyan, reproached by him, lowered her head, her face flushing.

After a long while, she finally looked up at the middle-aged man with a resentful gaze and sighed softly.

"Uncle, it's been twenty years since we've been together."

"You possess advanced martial arts and remain ageless, yet I am already an old woman."

The middle-aged man was shocked, his face changing colors: "How dare you speak nonsense in front of our ancestors? I..."

Feng Ziyan narrowed her eyes and bit her lower lip fiercely.

"I will take what I want myself, without your charity."

"Now, you only need to defeat that hotel odd-job man."

"After I deal with Su Yinxue, I will force the old Family Head to abdicate and pass the position to that useless Yi Jun'an."

"Given enough time, once I get rid of Yi Jun'an, we can be together legitimately."

The middle-aged man bit his lip in pain.

"Do not force me!"

"Force you?"

Feng Ziyan laughed sharply.

"Master Yi, who was it that barged into our bridal chamber on the night of my wedding to Yi Jun'an, and took my body?"

"And who repeatedly promised by the pillow to take me away to a distant place so we could be together forever?"

She pointed fiercely at the middle-aged man.

"It was you! You have ruined my entire life."

"Are you getting cold feet now?"

Master Yi's body shook, then a flash of fury passed over his face.

"Who says I don't dare?"

"I have already achieved Martial Dao Divine Connection. The many moral constraints of this world can no longer bind me."

"Fine, I will kill that youngster first."

Yang Fei had been defeating experts and his fighting spirit was soaring even higher.

He let out a continuous roar, his figure like a fierce tiger climbing a mountain.

With a few leaps, he had approached the stone steps below the mountain top.

Upon the stone steps, Master Yi stood imposingly.

He seemed like a deity, high above, looking down majestically at Yang Fei.

A hundred meters behind Master Yi, Feng Ziyan's face was full of murderous intent, staring intently at Yang Fei.

However, Yang Fei's gaze was directed towards Su Yinxue, who was behind Feng Ziyan.

She was kneeling at the highest tier of the stone steps.

Her frail figure resembled autumn reeds wilting in the fall, evoking sympathy.

Su Yinxue's disheveled hair hung from her shoulders, her slender back slightly arched.

Yet her knees, knelt upon the ground, shrank back slightly due to pain.

At that moment, Su Yinxue,

seemed to return to twenty years ago, when she was a little girl who was bullied by others.

She couldn't move, couldn't resist, she could only silently endure her own tragic fate.

Yang Fei's eyes were fiercely split.

His figure darted forward, but Master Yi's figure flickered and blocked his path.

The aura of a Core Formation Expert radiated from Master Yi, piercing and overwhelming.

Yang Fei's breathing became incredibly difficult.

Channeling the Four Extremes to resist Master Yi's pressure, Yang Fei gritted his teeth and managed to grind out two words.

"Get lost!"

Master Yi chuckled and sighed leisurely.

"After all these years, you're still the first person to be so rude to me."

"Do you know what punishment awaits those who offend the dignity of a god?"

Yang Fei could never stand such condescending individuals.

He spat, "Enough with the bullshit, just get out of my way!"

"Oh, what if I don't move aside?"

Master Yi found it even more amusing.

He mockingly watched Yang Fei as if watching a naughty child's mischief.

Yang Fei slowly raised his head, baring his teeth.

He looked like a real tiger, ready to pounce and tear someone apart.

"Then you'll die!"

He roared and charged forward.

Yang Fei's first move was the Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand.

The strength from his palm erupted through the air with a thunderous noise, aiming for Master Yi's chest.

Master Yi remained unflustered.

He effortlessly blocked Yang Fei's Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand, then used the momentum to drag him forward.

Yang Fei felt an immense force take control of his body, propelling him forward involuntarily.

Master Yi laughed softly, grabbed Yang Fei's wrist, and shoved forcefully.

Immediately, Yang Fei's body was flung to the side like a cannonball.

He was shocked; indeed, Master Yi was a true Tai Chi master!

Yang Fei flew out of control.

However, he did not panic.

In midair, the Elephant Truth within him suddenly activated.

Bang!

Yang Fei's body plummeted like a thousand-pound weight, crashing straight down.

The two stone steps beneath his feet shattered loudly.

Yang Fei's thick-soled military boots sank deep into the mud below the broken steps.

Master Yi thought that this fall would either kill or severely injure Yang Fei.

But unexpectedly, he stabilized himself in midair and landed unharmed.

Master Yi couldn't help being surprised.

"How intriguing, it seems I didn't see through you at all."

Master Yi clapped softly, his face full of curiosity.

"How did you stabilize yourself under my Tai Chi Cloud Hands?"

Yang Fei slowly pulled his feet out of the mud.

His eyes fiercely glared at Master Yi.

"So, it was you who taught that man his Tai Chi skills."

Yang Fei had realized it with just one exchange.

Master Yi's Tai Chi came from the same school as that man's.

Only, Master Yi's Tai Chi was far more formidable than the green-robed man's.

Master Yi shook his head.

"Mr. Xing has not grasped the True Meaning of Tai Chi. Let me show you the real Tai Chi skills."

Yang Fei's short hair stood on end, and he charged forward once again, shouting loudly.

This time, the Fist Technique he used was Cotton Palm.

Cotton Palm, like Tai Chi, emphasized using softness to overcome hardness.

Master Yi tried to use his opponent's force against him, but found no force to borrow.

In an instant, their figures blurred, moving so fast they were indistinguishable.

Yet, strangely, the powerful sound from before was nowhere to be heard.

In the silent tension, hidden thunder brewed.

In a gazebo next to the stone stairs, two old men were playing chess, relaxed and unhurried.

One elder, bald with a white beard.

Another elder with a face full of distress and furrowed brows.

At that moment, the two old men heard Yang Fei's roar.

They turned around and watched the fight together.

The bald, white-bearded elder, seeing Yang Fei's unusual technique, couldn't hide his astonishment.

"Could this possibly be a peerless technique from Yinxue Tower?"

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