Yang Fei's face showed a trace of a wicked smile.

He slightly opened his mouth, his lungs resonated, emitting a subsonic wave focused into a point, shooting towards Chijin.

Scale Quake!

Chijin grunted, his figure stumbling backward, retreating as fresh blood oozed from his mouth.

He had never imagined it.

That Yang Fei, this insignificant ant, would actually use such vile tactics to injure his internal organs.

The posture of the golden lotus blooming that Chijin had been trying so hard to maintain finally fell into disarray.

And the fiery red cyclone in the palm of his hand fluttered once and then exploded with a bang.

The explosion was terrifyingly powerful.

Chijin's body, like a kite with a broken string, was sent flying.

Blood spurted wildly from his mouth.

Yang Fei laughed heartily.

Even he hadn't expected that he'd inexplicably wound Chijin like this.

The Dragon Castle Guards saw Chijin fall and were all shocked and discolored.

Chijin and Chen Yu, The Two Immortals of the Forbidden City.

They were almost regarded as the top masters in the Dragon King Hall, second only to the Dragon King.

And Chijin's Martial Arts were even superior to Chen Yu's.

The highly esteemed Chijin, within a single exchange with Yang Fei, was injured and vomiting blood.

If this were to be told, it would be shockingly unheard of.

In fact, both Yang Fei and Chijin were clear.

Chijin was actually defeated by his own doing.

The Strange Fire Golden Lotus that Chijin cultivated had been on the verge of a breakthrough these days.

Chijin had never quite mastered this supreme mental method.

And now, engaging with Yang Fei, he drew upon his Essence Qi, and it inexplicably reached a breaking point.

That's what gave Yang Fei the opportunity.

It was like a child playing with a big knife.

He couldn't bear the weight of the knife anymore and was about to fall.

Then Yang Fei, the troublemaker, rushed up and gave this unlucky child, a mean Sweeping Hall Leg.

How could he not be injured?

Chijin was in severe pain in his internal organs, his Essence Qi moving chaotically throughout his body.

His eyes widened with rage, as if he was about to shoot fire from his gaze.

"Yang Fei, you're seeking death!"

Yang Fei laughed loudly, "Let's see what you can do to me."

He, like a leopard, pounced on Chijin, unleashing a barrage of punches.

This guy didn't give Chijin a chance to recover his breath at all.

Chijin's body churned with disordered Essence Qi.

Clenching his teeth and holding back breath, he launched fists and feet, fighting with Yang Fei for the offensive.

Chijin, now truly enraged, diverted a third of his Essence Qi to suppress his internal injuries.

His attacks were aggressive, his fists and kicks as heavy as mountains, swearing to kill the bastard Yang Fei on the spot.

However, Chijin had underestimated Yang Fei.

This insignificant Energy Transformation Master managed to withstand Chijin's tempestuous assaults without falling.

His figure was like a small boat in the midst of raging waves.

Under Chijin's onslaught, it bobbed up and down, as though it could capsize at any moment.

But for some reason, at the brink of life and death.

This guy often came up with extraordinary moves, turning danger into safety.

What annoyed Chijin the most.

Was the lewd aura that oozed out from Yang Fei's fists and feet.

In just a few seconds, Yang Fei had used the Monkey Steals Peach fourteen times.

Although Chijin blocked every

And as Chijin turned his body,

he was like a stubborn, sticky plaster that couldn't be torn off or shaken away, clinging on again.

This kind of duel was simply an insult to Martial Arts.

Any conscientious Martial Arts Master

would probably bring out a cudgel and beat this shameless fighter to death for losing the face of all humanity with such a vile method of combat.

However, despite the shameless and unsightly nature of this mode of attack and defense,

it was the most terrifying and effective against Chijin.

He had failed to successfully perform the mental method of his Strange Fire Golden Lotus.

The Essence Qi within his body was rebounding, and he was almost unable to hold it down now.

Chijin's breath had been held in this whole time without relief.

He had intended to fight a quick battle and finish off Yang Fei,

then immediately enter closed-door cultivation to slowly neutralize the boiling Essence Qi within his body.

But at this moment, he was entangled by this guy using the most shameless method.

Chijin's heart was in utter collapse.

Right now, even if he wanted to retreat, it was hardly possible.

After blocking two more moves, Chijin could no longer bear it, and "pu" spurted out a mouthful of blood as the Essence Qi at the top of his head instantly turned a slight red color.

Chijin's internal injuries had finally erupted completely.

Yang Fei laughed loudly as he combined the Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand with the Elephant Tremor Force and unleashed a series of slashes.

Each time Chijin blocked a move, he spat out blood, and with each subsequent block, more blood followed.

His baby face turned as white as paper.

Suddenly, Yang Fei's "Monkey Steals Peach" maneuver was finally successful.

Chijin grunted, his body bending into a shrimp-like shape.

His pale face flushed crimson.

Yang Fei showed no mercy, hitting Chijin's jaw with a Sky Cannon Punch.

Chijin's body, like a bundle of dry wood, flipped 180 degrees backwards.

His teeth and blood flew together.

Yang Fei did not relax his assault, catching up with Chijin mid-air.

He brought down a High-Pressure Leg onto the middle of Chijin's waist and abdomen.

Chijin's rising body was immediately slashed downward again.

He crumpled to the ground like a dead dog, his body convulsing in pain.

Just as Yang Fei was about to follow up with a kick to end Chijin's life for good,

suddenly, he felt a sharp, needle-like pain in his heart, and his skin started throbbing violently.

Yang Fei was shocked and rolled on the ground to evade, lying flat.

Bang!

A sniper bullet whizzed by, barely missing his scalp, almost taking off his cranium.

Yang Fei broke out into a cold sweat from fear.

He rolled several times in succession, reaching the stone wall, and like a monkey, he scurried up it.

Not far away, a middle-aged man with a grim face, holding an automatic sniper rifle, rushed over.

With just one glance, Yang Fei's heart started pounding violently.

This middle-aged man who rushed over was likely a King Sniper.

Bang!

The middle-aged man fired another shot, skimming past Yang Fei's shoulder.

A cold sweat broke out on the back of Yang Fei.

However, Yang Fei had relied on good luck to defeat Chijin.

The sense of pride in his heart was indescribable.

So, everyone witnessed a scene that caused a mental breakdown.

Above the stone wall, that terrifying Martial Arts Master,

danced the samba to dodge the King Sniper's shots.

His buttocks twisted like a twisted dough strip.

The middle-aged man became furiously angry.

This was the ultimate humiliation for a King Sniper.

His bullets almost formed a straight line as he shot fiercely.

Above the high wall, Yang Feishan dodged and weaved; sparks flew where the bullets struck.

Yet, he could not hit this monster.

Yang Fei twisted his hips even more cheerfully, appearing like a blossoming flower.

Only after a barrage of shots from the crowd did Yang Fei finally flip a middle finger at them and leap into the sea.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.