In such a situation, the Puppet King needed just one blade to kill Yang Fei.

However, just then, the Old Daoist of Crane Pine Observatory slowly stepped forward, blocking his path.

The Puppet King's desire to kill surged, and he fiercely thrust his dagger.

His target was precisely the old daoist's heart.

To the Puppet King, such an old daoist daring to block his path was purely seeking death.

The old daoist did not even glance at him.

Yet, the Puppet King's form was suddenly bound by an invisible force.

His dagger stopped at the old daoist's chest as he violently trembled, seemingly enduring immense pain.

The Puppet King silently initiated a Mental Impact, attacking the old daoist.

The old daoist indifferently spared him a glance.

His gaze, clear and indifferent, yet filled with majestic authority.

In that instant, the old daoist seemed to become the master of this realm.

The awe-inspiring authority emanating from him was akin to the will of heaven.

The Puppet King felt that the old daoist's will was inviolable and unshakeable.

His own Mental Impact turned back, surging over him like a reversing torrent.

His head felt as if it were struck by a massive hammer.

The Sorcerer Demon King screamed, his eyes rolling back as he fainted.

Behind the old daoist, Yang Fei and the Sorcerer Demon King's struggle had reached its final moment.

Six-tenths of Yang Fei's strength were protecting his neck.

Thus, his other bones began to break.

The sinister smile on the Sorcerer Demon King's lips never ceased.

His blood-red eyes, staring at Yang Fei, were full of murderous intent.

The old daoist sighed lightly, saying faintly, "In the name of Brahma, I grant you reincarnation, the universe stirs, Chaos a dream."

These strange words, neither poem nor scripture, suddenly ignited something deep within Yang Fei.

A palm technique, long brewing in his heart, ready to emerge, suddenly became crystal clear.

The main tendons in the arms of the Sorcerer Demon King crackled, writhing like dragons and snakes.

He had made up his mind to take Yang Fei's life right here.

Just then, a bizarre red light suddenly flashed in Yang Fei's eyes.

A violent and fierce aura rolled out.

Tiger Ghost!

The Sorcerer Demon King was momentarily stunned, loosening his grip on Yang Fei's throat.

Yang Fei took a deep breath, the Qi of Origin Core in his body surged like a tide.

His eyebrows suddenly soaked in a fresh red fluid.

This was Yang Fei's Qi of Origin Core, mixed with blood and Essence Qi, rapidly circulating in his meridians, rupturing the capillaries, a manifestation of such strain.

As the danyuan in Yang Fei's body burned.

Yang Fei's left palm slightly swelled with each pulse, like a beating heart.

This palm technique, called the Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal, had always lain dormant in the fragments of Yang Fei's memories.

Guided by the old daoist and driven into a corner by circumstances, he finally recalled his life's Peerless Technique.

The Sorcerer Demon King seemed to sense the threat.

He growled deeply, his hand tightly gripping Yang Fei's neck, his fingers sinking into his skin.

Yang Fei's neck showed a significant strangulation mark, and his breathing was nearly cut off.

Were it not for the Turtle Breathing that sustained him, Yang Fei would have surely suffocated to death.

The muscular pulsing in Yang Fei's palm grew more pronounced.

And a golden vortex gradually appeared in the center of Yang Fei's palm.

Half-step Fierce Energy!

Even Yang Fei had not expected that the Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal could forcibly elevate his Martial Arts Realm to the level of Half-step Fierce Energy.

At that moment, his Qi of Origin Core had been entirely drained.

His massive Qi of Origin Core, condensed into a point and erupted entirely through the Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal.

This was a huge gamble.

If this palm strike did not kill the Sorcerer Demon King, having no strength left to resist, Yang Fei would surely be strangled to death by the Sorcerer Demon King.

Yang Fei hesitated no longer, striking a palm towards the top of the Sorcerer Demon King's head.

His Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal had gathered momentum to the extreme, and the golden Gang Qi howled as thunder rumbled in the air.

Centered on Yang Fei's palm, an invisible cyclone radiated and dispersed in all directions.

Suddenly, a flicker of fear crossed the eyes of the Sorcerer Demon King.

He howled loudly, channeling all his energy into the hand throttling Yang Fei's throat.

Boom!

Yang Fei's palm struck the crown of the Sorcerer Demon King's head.

Only a crackling sound was heard as the Sorcerer Demon King's skull burst and caved in.

His white brain matter and red blood splattered around.

The head of the Sorcerer Demon King, as if struck by a massive iron hammer, became flattened.

His eyes, nose, and other facial features were completely deformed.

The Sorcerer Demon King bled from all orifices, and finally let go of Yang Fei's large hand.

His towering body wobbled a bit, then slowly tipped backwards and thudded to the ground.

Yang Fei rolled onto the ground.

That palm had completely drained his Qi of Origin Core.

At this moment, Yang Fei, having narrowly escaped death, was severely oxygen-deprived, and his vision blurred, with stars flashing before his eyes.

He lay on the ground, breathing heavily, like a stranded fish.

His body was as limp as overcooked noodles; he couldn't even move a little finger.

The Old Taoist nodded satisfactorily and floated away.

Only after an unknown period did Yang Fei regain his consciousness.

Yet, he used up all his strength and still could not stand up.

Yang Fei had no choice but to operate the Turtle Breathing and slowly regulate the Qi of Origin Core within his body.

Among the pine forest, the moonlight was like water, and a variety of insects made faint chirping sounds.

At that moment, the body of the Puppet King suddenly moved.

Then, incredibly, he slowly rolled over and sat up.

Yang Fei's heart hung in his throat.

Given his current condition, if the Puppet King came over to deliver one more blow,

his life would surely be forfeited right here.

The Puppet King looked around blankly as if his senses had not fully recovered.

Yang Fei's heart pounded wildly.

The little bit of energy he had just regained from the Turtle Breathing, he now channeled as well.

However, with the meager strength he had now, merely stronger than an ordinary person, he had no way to fend off the Puppet King.

The Puppet King discovered the corpse of the Sorcerer Demon King, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.

He trembled as he reached out to check the Sorcerer Demon King's breath.

The Sorcerer Demon King's skull had been shattered by Yang Fei, and he had completely stopped breathing.

Under the moonlight, the Puppet King's face was marked by immense grief, and tears fell in large drops.

After the death of the Sorcerer Demon King, his body began to shrivel, and his face reverted to its original state, a gruesome sight in death.

The Puppet King picked up the Sorcerer Demon King, his voice sobbing.

"It's okay, Imperial Father will definitely be able to revive you, it will be alright, I'm taking you back to see Imperial Father right now."

As he spoke, he laboriously shouldered the corpse of the Sorcerer Demon King, his steps faltering, and he left the pine forest.

Yang Fei made a great effort to hold his breath and conceal his presence, and he indeed fooled the Puppet King.

Seeing the Puppet King making his way far off, Yang Fei couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, yet he also felt a poignant sense of reflection.

The Sorcerer Demon King and the Puppet King, though utterly malevolent,

displayed a deep brotherly bond that was profoundly moving.

By killing the Sorcerer Demon King, he had undoubtedly stirred the Demon Emperor into a frenzied pursuit of revenge.

Facing the fearsome Demon Emperor and the Sword Emperor, once they attacked Yannan, he truly did not know how he would cope.

At this thought, Yang Fei remembered the Old Daoist of Crane Pine Observatory.

Even he had forgotten the Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal, yet the Old Daoist knew the mnemonic chant.

He truly wondered who this Old Taoist was?

Yang Fei faintly felt that

this Old Taoist might have known him before he lost his memory, and he might even be an old friend.

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