"He spoke gravely, 'Yang Fei cannot be allowed to live. He is only in his twenties and already possesses such intellect and kung fu.'

'Once he truly matures, I'm afraid even the Buddha Lord won't be able to take care of him. Notify Buddha Lord immediately and have Yan Wuxin rush over.'

Qiu Yidao, clenching his teeth, ordered Young Master Sun, who saw the stern look on his face and knew the situation was grave.

However, Young Master Sun still found it hard to believe, 'To summon both Master Yan and Master Qiu for such a small fry, could we be overestimating him?'

'Hmph, what do you know? His Martial Arts Realm might not be all that, but the man has exceptional talent, his speed is too terrifying...'

'Do as I say immediately, otherwise, once he has grown up, I'm afraid he will become a great concern for Buddha Lord.'

Qiu Yidao snorted, his expression ferocious.

Young Master Sun nodded and took a couple of steps.

Suddenly, as though he had thought of something, he turned back with a face full of sinister intent.

'Right, don't we also have Master Huang, a top expert from Xuan Ying Pavilion, in our hands?'

'The fight to the death with Yang Fei is in three days. What if we let Master Huang test the waters with him?'

'Huang Da...'

Qiu Yidao pondered momentarily and nodded.

'That's a good idea. Huang Da's Martial Arts Realm is even deeper than mine, just one step away from reaching the Energy Transformation Realm.'

'Hmph, let Huang Da take action. Even if he doesn't cripple the kid, he can at least test Yang Fei's limits.'

Young Master Sun seemed relieved.

Just then, Young Master Sun's private doctor entered the room.

Upon seeing Qiu Yidao's injuries, the doctor was instantly shocked but did not dare to speak too much, instead carefully examining and providing preliminary treatment.

After giving the doctor a few instructions, Young Master Sun left Qiu Yidao's bedroom.

Young Master Sun's steps were slow. After walking just a dozen steps, he stopped.

His face was filled with ruthless intent, and a jackal-like sneer slowly spread across his features.

'Yang Fei, Sister Xueyi, how could I bear to kill you both so quickly? This game has only just begun.'

Yang Fei, accompanied by Fan Yi and Li Shun, left the Zhongtian Wellness Club.

Li Shun had injuries and went to the hospital for treatment, while Yang Fei and Fan Yi drove back to the hotel together.

In the Lanting Hotel, Lin Xueyi and Zhang Lifang were deep in conversation, clearly enjoying themselves.

Yang Fei didn't see Su Yinxue and immediately felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

For some reason, Yang Fei thought of the bounty for Su Yinxue posted by the Youming Corporation and couldn't shake the unease within him.

'Sister Xueyi, goodnight. Where's President Su?' Yang Fei didn't hide his concern and asked outright, prompting laughter and playful teasing from the two women.

Zhang Lifang uttered sarcastically, 'Seems like Brother Fei's soul has been hooked away by President Su. Just got home and already asking about her whereabouts.'

A hint of jealousy also appeared on the elegant face of Lin Xueyi.

'President Su has a boyfriend. He even had a flower shop send roses to President Su just a while ago, I think you'd better stop thinking about it?'

Lin Xueyi teased Yang Fei, with Zhang Lifang chiming in from the side.

The two women giggled continuously.

'Boyfriend, roses?'

Yang Fei was startled.

He had never heard Su Yinxue mention having a boyfriend.

And the idea of sending roses late at night always seemed to carry an ominous feeling.

'Where are the flowers?'

Yang Fei asked Lin Xueyi anxiously, his expression turning exceedingly grave.

'The flower shop attendant asked for President Su's room number, they were just delivered.'

Lin Xueyi looked at Yang Fei, sensing that something was off, and she stood up in a fluster.

Only Zhang Lifang was still staring dazedly at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei dashed toward the second floor.

No sooner had he rounded the corner of the second-floor wall than he saw a flower delivery waiter, dressed in a crisp suit.

He was holding a bouquet of radiantly dripping roses, knocking on Su Yinxue's room door.

What alarmed Yang Fei was the chillingly cold murderous intent shrouding the male waiter's face.

While holding the roses with one hand and knocking with the other, there was a faint glint of cold light flickering on his other hand.

Upon closer inspection, Yang Fei realized the waiter was holding a dagger in his hand.

Just then, the door opened, and the coldly beautiful Su Yinxue peeked out.

Her long hair was wet, she wore a silk robe that clung softly and fluidly to her body.

The light and thin fabric outlined her gracefully curvaceous figure, making it irresistibly sultry.

"Miss, these are flowers ordered for you by a gentleman. He hopes that you remain as lovely and beautiful as these red roses. Please, sign for them," said the politely behaving waiter. The dagger slid back into his sleeve as he handed the flowers to Su Yinxue.

Su Yinxue was taken aback, clearly unable to respond in time, "Who knows I am staying here..."

Although she looked perplexed, she still politely accepted the bouquet from the male waiter.

A flash of icy murderous intent passed through the waiter's eyes.

With the dagger hidden in his sleeve, he reached out his left hand as if to pass the flowers, drawing closer to Su Yinxue.

"Be careful!"

Yang Fei could only shout out in warning as the waiter's dagger suddenly became visible, thrusting towards Su Yinxue's heart.

Yang Fei's figure accelerated abruptly, shooting over like a cannonball.

The Essence Qi of Extreme Tiger unleashed a power beyond imagination.

Yang Fei's body moved at breakneck speed, rushing between the assassin and Su Yinxue in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Fei stretched out his hand and forcefully grasped the blade of the assassin's dagger, his fingers immediately streaming with blood.

The assassin could never have anticipated Yang Fei's bravery, reaching out to snatch the dagger from him.

He shifted his attack swiftly, changing from thrusting to slashing horizontally.

If Yang Fei didn't let go, he would inevitably have his fingers sliced off.

Yang Fei quickly retracted his hand and kicked the assassin's abdomen with force.

The assassin grunted, his body flying back like a kite with a broken string to hit the corridor wall heavily.

Tiles on the wall behind him shattered, and chunks of cement splattered messily around.

Yang Fei, like a shadow following the form, charged at the assassin in a flash, using the Grasping Hand Technique to lock onto the assassin's throat.

But at that moment, the assassin pressed something against his chest, and countless cold gleams shot out from his chest area.

Yang Fei broke out in a cold sweat, diving to the ground as countless fine steel needles flew over him, carrying a thick, bloody odour.

The assassin took the opportunity to wipe the blood from his mouth and sprinted downstairs at full speed.

Although Yang Fei had not seriously wounded the assassin, he had shattered his confidence, leaving the assassin with no choice but to flee.

Below the second floor, Lin Xueyi and Zhang Lifang, seeing Yang Fei's tense look, also had a bad feeling.

Hearing noises from above and not knowing what had happened, the two women hurried up the steps.

However, the retreating assassin was already rushing to the stairwell.

Seeing the two women coming up and inadvertently blocking his path, the assassin's eyes glinted with a ruthlessly cold murderous intent.

"Be careful, turn around and run!"

Yang Fei had caught up, and seeing such a dangerous scene, he immediately shouted.

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