Only then did he finally realize how terrifyingly powerful Chen Fei was, far stronger than him, a Half-Step S Rank Ability User. It seemed laughable now that he had previously cautioned the young man, urging him to plead for mercy the moment he could no longer hold on…

No, I have to strike first, or I might not even get the chance to act. However, the old man with the wrinkled face immediately clenched his teeth, let out a fierce shout, and wielded his Lifebound Elemental Thunder Sword toward Chen Fei. Instantly, terrifying arcs of lightning and formidable, swirling dark clouds whipped up around him.

His momentum was utterly suppressed by the primal aura emanating from Chen Fei's body. He had to act now, or he would be completely crushed. By then, defeated by the overwhelming pressure, he might not even have the chance to make a move. Naturally, such a humiliating scene was not something he wished to witness.

BOOM!

The sword strike, crackling with lightning, tore through the sky with a terrifying surge of stormy clouds; it was indeed astonishing.

Yet, upon seeing this, Chen Fei merely curled his lip in disdain. To him, such an attack, while extremely flashy on the surface, was actually quite unremarkable. It wasn't even enough to pique his interest in the slightest.

With that thought, Chen Fei actually raised his hands, his fingers splaying open before clenching tightly into a fist. A milky-white glow swirled and shimmered around it.

"Young man, be careful! That's my—" Seeing Chen Fei confront his thunder sword head-on with a bare hand, the wrinkled-faced old man was so panicked his heart nearly leaped out of his throat, and he yelled frantically.

But in the next moment, his urgent cry suddenly ceased. He looked as if he had witnessed something horrific; his pupils contracted violently, his aged face trembled, and then he spat a mouthful of blood. Sweating profusely, he collapsed to the ground, his expression one of utter shock.

Just now… what in the world did I just see? I actually saw Chen Fei shatter my Lifebound Thunder Sword with his bare flesh! This… this… how is that damn well possible?! His mind was completely blown.

"Old man, shall we continue?" Having blasted the so-called Lifebound Elemental Thunder Sword apart with the strength of his own body, Chen Fei felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration. Licking his lips, he asked eagerly.

"No more fighting, no more. I'm no match for you at all." Hearing this, the old man with the wrinkled face shuddered. A pitiful expression instantly appeared on his aged face, and he shook his head without hesitation. His gaze toward Chen Fei was now filled with reverence.

Are you kidding me? Shattering my Lifebound Thunder Sword with his bare flesh, and in such a direct, overpowering clash… it's like he was using me as a punching bag! Even if I had lost my mind, I wouldn't dare to continue! Dammit, this is just too unbelievable. How can a young man in his twenties be so frighteningly powerful? Even I, the great Yuue Erzhu, a dignified Half-Step S Rank Ability User, am no match for him at all? It's simply incredible.

"Since that's the case, this Jade Pendant is mine. My apologies, old man," Chen Fei said. Though somewhat disappointed, he still picked up the Jade Pendant with a smile.

Feeling the warm flow of Spiritual Energy in his palm, his eyes flickered, and a smile instinctively formed on his lips.

This is it! The second piece.

"Ah, no offense taken. My lack of strength is my own fault," the wrinkled-faced old man said with an awkward chuckle, slowly climbing up from the ground and shaking his head.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but look at Chen Fei curiously. "Young man, if I may be so bold as to ask, what exactly is your current Cultivation Level?"

He, Yuue Erzhu, was a bona fide Half-Step S Rank Ability User. Yet now, he had been so cleanly defeated by Chen Fei, without even the ability to fight back. This made him intensely curious about Chen Fei's true realm and Cultivation Level. Could it be... no, that's impossible!

"Me? Half-Step Innate Peak, I guess," Chen Fei answered after a moment's hesitation, slightly concealing his true power.

It wasn't that he didn't dare to reveal his true Cultivation Realm, but that there was no need; it would only invite unnecessary trouble.

"Hiss… Half-Step Innate Peak? Doesn't that mean you're just one step away from the Innate Realm?" Although Chen Fei was already holding back, the old man with the wrinkled face still couldn't help but gasp. A look of terror emerged in his eyes, leaving him utterly shocked.

To think that Chen Fei, who looked to be no more than in his twenties, had already reached such a terrifying level was something even he found incredible and deeply shaking.

"Please keep this matter a secret for me, sir. I don't want others to know about my Cultivation Level," Chen Fei said suddenly, his tone calm.

The old man's stooped body trembled. His gaze sharpened, and he nodded immediately without hesitation. "Rest assured, young man. I will keep my mouth shut about everything that happened today and not reveal the slightest detail. May lightning strike me down if I break this oath."

Of course, he could detect the subtle threat in Chen Fei's words and dared not be careless.

***

A short while later, Chen Fei was once again riding in the top-of-the-line Phaeton, leaving the Private Villa of Great Wave Bay.

However, just as they were preparing to return to the Shallow Water Bay Chen Family, a number of Rolls-Royces began to follow them unscrupulously from a distance. As he noticed the scene, especially the glaring emblem of a certain organization on the cars' tail fins, Chen Yaoyang's face paled, and his voice trembled. "Mr. Chen, it's the Black Market…"

The emblems on the tails of the Rolls-Royces were indeed the mark of the Hong Kong Black Market: an axe and a knife, subtly engraved and crossed to form the shape of a skull and crossbones.

"The Black Market? Pull over. They must be here for me," Chen Fei said, his eyes flashing as he responded in an expressionless, cold tone.

It seems what was bound to happen has finally arrived.

"…Yes."

Chen Yaoyang took a deep breath and pulled the Phaeton over to the side of the road.

Seeing this, Chen Fei simply got out of the car. A touch of indifference appeared on his solemn face as he squinted at the Rolls-Royces that had also come to a stop.

From the lead car, a man in black with chiseled features stepped out slowly. Veins bulged on his fists, his eyes were razor-sharp, and he walked with the confidence of a predator. He was clearly no ordinary individual. He was, in fact, a Strongest Peak of First-Class Ancient Warrior!

"Greetings. Our master wishes to see you. Please come with me," the man said as he approached Chen Fei, his tone one of lofty indifference. He gave off an insufferably arrogant air, as if he were better than everyone else.

"Come with you? Sorry, I don't think I will."

However, Chen Fei, already in a foul mood from their sudden appearance, grew even more irritated by the man's condescending attitude and commanding tone. "I don't want to," he said coldly, staring back.

"You don't want to? Heh, that's not for you to decide," the black-clad man replied with a disdainful, arrogant smirk. Who does he think he is? Just some young punk, daring to refuse me? Is he dreaming?

WHOOSH!

With that, the man's expression turned fierce. A sharp glint flashed in his arrogant eyes, and a sneer formed on his lips. As his arm swung, his internal energy swelled, and he recklessly attacked Chen Fei.

His hand, like steel, shot straight for Chen Fei's neck in a lightning-fast grab. In that split second, the expressions of all who witnessed it changed.

"Mr. Chen, watch out!" Chen Yaoyang couldn't help but shout in panic.

"Stop right there!"

Moreover, an angry, aged voice suddenly roared from among the Rolls-Royces.

The sound of shattering glass followed, and a cold light flashed. An ordinary-looking, purple-red walking stick hurtled through the air like a comet, carrying a fierce gale unimaginable to ordinary people as it aimed for the man with the chiseled features.

"Vice… Vice-Chairman, you…" The man in black was instantly petrified, his face paling visibly as his knees began to quake. Why? I'm the Vice-Chairman's man, so why would that esteemed man attack me, and with such merciless force at that?!

CLANG!

The next moment, however, a terrifying scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.

A shadowy arm, as swift as thunder, wildly intercepted the purple-red walking stick in mid-air. Then, with a savage swing, Chen Fei brought the cane crashing down with the force of a pouncing tiger, as if splitting Mount Hua itself. The blow landed squarely on the chiseled-faced man's shoulder blade. His entire arm exploded in a shower of blood, and the man fainted instantly from the sheer agony.

"It's you again, looking for trouble with me?" After doing all this, Chen Fei lifted his head, his gaze cold as he looked forward. His tone was as piercing as an arctic wind.

There, in his direct line of sight, a stooped old man with a deeply furrowed brow was slowly pushing open a car door and stepping out.

This person was none other than the mysterious, gray-robed Innate Expert who had forced him to flee from the Black Market Ancient Castle while coughing up blood. The memory and impression were still vividly etched in his mind. And now he's appeared again today, looking for more trouble?

At that thought, a vicious arc tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Then, the Immortal Sect Technique, the "Scripture of Meditation," began to circulate involuntarily within him. Spiritual Energy surged like a breached dam as a daunting, primal, and ferocious aura slowly emanated from his body. It gradually spread into the surrounding air, causing everyone present to tremble uncontrollably, their hearts feeling as if they were about to stop.

At that moment, Chen Fei simply stood between heaven and earth, yet he exuded the shocking presence of a primeval beast king descending a mountain.

It felt as if even if the heavens collapsed and the earth split, he would remain the sovereign of beasts that roamed thousands of miles, his roars shaking the world—his aura was utterly dominant.

"Innate… How is this possible!?" The gray-robed old man with the walking stick saw this and felt that terrifying, wild aura of a descending tiger king. Even with his status and his genuine Innate Level cultivation, he couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

Deep, utter disbelief filled his pupils.

This kid is at the Innate Realm? How is that possible?!

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