The others followed Mad Blade closely, relentlessly pursuing Chen Yu.

Xue Mingtai let out a long howl, snatching the lead ahead of everyone, his form graceful and suave.

Upon seeing Xue Mingtai, Mad Blade found it incomprehensible.

When did this elegant gentleman come out to sea?

Seeing Mad Blade, Xue Mingtai was overjoyed.

He called out loudly, "How is Lord Dragon King doing? Take me to him quickly."

Mad Blade didn't have time to ask for details and just nodded.

"Lord Dragon King is at the mountaintop; let's kill this bastard first," he said.

Xue Mingtai hummed in acknowledgment, suddenly accelerating, his figure swift like lightning.

Actually, Chen Yu had nowhere to run.

However, with countless bullets flying behind him, he had no choice but to charge straight to the mountaintop.

In front of Dragon God Cave, Yang Fei's execution of the Xuantian Three Needles had already reached the third round.

Yet, the life force of An Zichen was gradually slipping away.

Her eyes slowly closed.

Yang Fei was using the Xuantian Nine Needles to hang on to An Zichen's last breath.

Seeing that this guy had turned back again, he had no outlet for his surge of anger.

Yang Fei picked up a heavy sniper from the ground and began shooting with a bang.

Yang Fei's sniping was incomparable to that of Mad Blade and the others.

Chen Yu dodged two bullets, but couldn't avoid the last one.

Bang!

The third bullet hit Chen Yu in the left chest.

The high-speed spinning bullet immediately destroyed Chen Yu's internal organs, creating a huge hole in his chest.

He screamed in agony, falling to the ground, tumbling down the stone steps, motionless.

And at this moment, both Mad Blade and Xue Mingtai finally arrived at the mountaintop.

Mad Blade cursed as he rushed to Chen Yu's side.

He stepped on Chen Yu's head and reached out to check his breathing.

Chen Yu's eyes were wide open, his breath had stopped.

Seeing An Zichen lying on the ground, Xue Mingtai's heart pounded chaotically.

His face ashen, he rushed to Yang Fei's side.

"Yang Fei, how is Zi Chen doing?" he asked.

Yang Fei looked at Xue Mingtai in astonishment.

"How did you get here, when did you arrive?" he asked.

Xue Mingtai said urgently, "Let's talk about this later."

"How is Zi Chen doing?"

An Zichen lying on the ground had a breath as fragile as a thin silk thread.

Her porcelain-like cheeks had turned deathly pale, and her life was in grave danger.

Xue Mingtai couldn't help but shed tears.

Just then, Uncle Yu with his white hair flowing freely, slowly stepped forward from behind Xue Mingtai

"Let me take a look at Miss Zi Chen."

Upon seeing Uncle Yu, Yang Fei was overwhelmed with joy.

"Uncle Yu, you've come, please save her quickly," he said.

Yang Fei could only perform the Xuantian Three Needles, while Uncle Yu was capable of executing the entire sequence of needle techniques.

Uncle Yu nodded and stepped forward.

He opened An Zichen's eyelids to look at her pupils.

Then, Uncle Yu's fingers rested on An Zichen's pulse, carefully examining it.

Xue Mingtai and Yang Fei both looked anxiously at Uncle Yu.

After a long while, Uncle Yu shook his head.

"Miss Zi Chen's injuries are extremely serious this time; all her organs are shattered," he said.

"Her meridians are even more so torn apart by the Essence Qi into a complete mess."

"If it weren't for Miss Zi Chen's profound martial arts, I fear even her last breath wouldn't have remained."

"What do we do now?"

Yang Fei and Xue Mingtai asked together.

Xue Mingtai's forehead bulged with veins, all covered in cold sweat.

Uncle Yu took out a silver needle, sighing.

"As things stand, I have no choice but to exert my full effort to perform the Xuantian Nine Needles."

"Whether we can hang on to Miss Zi Chen's life now depends on fate," he said.

Xue Mingtai looked around, frowning.

"Is there a quiet place?"

"Yes,"

Yang Fei pointed to the blown-open Dragon God Cave.

"This is where Zi Chen practiced in seclusion; it should be very quiet."

In the Dragon God Cave, although the small building had collapsed, there were still many pavilions and grottoes.

The most important thing was that the Jade Marrow Qiongjiang inside had significant benefits for An Zichen.

Uncle Yu nodded, "Then let's settle here."

Yang Fei carried An Zichen and ordered Mad Blade to continue pursuing and capturing the rebels.

He and Uncle Yu, along with Xue Mingtai, entered the Dragon God Cave.

The situation on Dragon Island was already under control.

With Ye, Mad Blade, and Three Swords taking charge, there should be no further issues.

At present, Yang Fei, Xue Mingtai, and Uncle Yu entered the Dragon God Cave.

The Dragon God Guard and the three bodyguards brought by Xue Mingtai were instructed to guard the Dragon God Cave.

Meanwhile, Mad Blade led the Mingtang Soldiers to withdraw from the mountain and began reorganizing Dragon Island.

Inside the Dragon God Cave, the small building had collapsed, and the arch bridge was broken.

One could imagine how fierce the battle between Poseidon and An Zichen was.

Yang Fei found a small hut.

The hut seemed to be a storeroom, yet it was relatively clean.

Uncle Yu let Yang Fei carry An Zichen into the hut, lit incense, and began the treatment.

Yang Fei tugged at Xue Mingtai's clothes, and the two walked out of the hut.

Yang Fei was full of questions.

Why had Xue Mingtai suddenly rushed to Dragon Island?

How had he received the news?

Moreover, Yang Fei felt that Xue Mingtai and An Zichen seemed to know each other already.

Xue Mingtai even knew.

That An Zichen was actually a girl, and she would not attack Yang Fei.

Yang Fei still remembered.

Before this sea journey, Xue Mingtai had Uncle Yu pass a message to him.

He said that the Dragon King was magnanimous and would not mind the enmity of Yang Fei killing the Dragon Envoy, advising him not to confront the Dragon King.

Looking back now, Xue Mingtai's tone was strange, as if apologetic.

What exactly was the relationship between the two?

Yang Fei had a vague understanding, but he needed Xue Mingtai's confirmation.

Xue Mingtai sighed, looking over the lake surface as smooth as a mirror.

"I know you have many doubts, but please forgive me that I cannot explain them all."

"Some things, I can tell you."

"But for others, I can only say I'm sorry."

Upon hearing Xue Mingtai's ambiguous attitude, Yang Fei felt like getting angry.

He took a deep breath.

"You've known all along that An Zichen was the Dragon King, right?"

Xue Mingtai nodded.

"Yes, but An Zichen's martial arts are transcending the divine, and I can't interfere in her affairs."

He gave a wry smile.

"In other words, even if she wanted to kill you, there's nothing I could do."

Yang Fei nodded.

"Okay, what's your relationship with An Zichen?"

An Zichen was as ethereal as an immortal, and Xue Mingtai was handsome and suave.

From any angle, there must be a story between these two.

To Yang Fei's surprise, Xue Mingtai bluntly said, "An Zichen is my half-sister from the same father."

"Damn, so it's like this."

Yang Fei almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

He could never have imagined that Lord Dragon King was actually Xue Mingtai's sister.

This perfectly explained why Xue Mingtai knew so much about An Zichen.

And why he was so anxious when she was in danger.

Xue Mingtai looked at Yang Fei's astonished expression, a flicker of strangeness flashing in his eyes.

"The situation between An Zichen and me is quite special."

"Although we are siblings, our views on many matters are quite different."

"That's why we seldom interact, and we even have some minor conflicts."

Yang Fei suddenly remembered the Envoys of the Purple and Azure Dragons who died at Xue Mingtai's hands.

"So, you killed the people from Dragon King Hall without a second thought?"

Xue Mingtai snorted.

"That's where An Zichen and I differ."

"Just look at the people under her command; how many of them are decent?"

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