The White Dragon Envoy said coldly, "Could you have killed him just now with a single strike?"

"Why did you let that little fish go?"

The youth in the tuxedo let out a long, sarcastic laugh.

"Because... I—like—it."

He looked at the White Dragon Envoy indifferently, "You not pleased?"

The White Dragon Envoy snorted, turned away, and ignored him.

Despite his Core Formation to Divine Communication, the White Dragon Envoy was actually somewhat afraid of this youth in the tuxedo.

The youth in the tuxedo laughed coldly, his voice suddenly becoming sinister.

"Golden Buddha's betrayal and death, Yang Fei's rise to power, these are all mere trifles."

"The real threat is Xue Mingtai of Jingshui Villa."

Speaking of Xue Mingtai, a fierce aura suddenly surged from the youth in the tuxedo.

His eyes became incomparably sharp and cold:

"As long as Young Master Ming Tai stands, Lord Dragon King will never be at peace."

"We must take advantage of the current turmoil in the Mortal World to completely resolve this matter."

The White Dragon Envoy snorted, his eyes showing a hint of disappointment.

"I am a disgraced person, I just want to kill Yang Fei and reclaim the Nine Extremes."

"Xue Mingtai's matters have nothing to do with me."

"Humph, you're wrong. This is Lord Dragon King's will; do you dare defy it?"

The White Dragon Envoy's body trembled, his eyes widened, then he lowered his head.

"In that case, the White Dragon Envoy will strictly follow Lord Dragon King's orders."

The youth in the tuxedo sneered.

"Now you understand why I didn't make a move?"

"I want to use Yang Fei as bait to catch the big whale, Xue Mingtai."

The White Dragon Envoy nodded, "I'll follow Azure Dragon Envoy's arrangements."

The youth in the tuxedo spoke with a very sinister tone.

"You've injured Yang Fei's two generals consecutively. Yang Fei is isolated and helpless; he will definitely seek help from Xue Mingtai."

"As long as Xue Mingtai leaves Jingshui Villa, ha ha, I'll make sure he never returns."

He finished speaking and let out a series of cold laughs.

"To hunt down Xue Mingtai, Lord Dragon King has dispatched two Dragon Envoys from the Central Divine Hall."

"Guess whether this peerless Young Master Ming Tai can escape with his life?"

The White Dragon Envoy looked shocked.

"Besides you, which other Dragon Envoy has arrived?"

The Azure Dragon Envoy looked at him arrogantly.

"You just focus on killing Yang Fei. You don't need to worry about anything else."

The White Dragon Envoy was invigorated and lowered his head, "Understood."

Looking ahead, the Azure Dragon Envoy spoke in a cold tone.

"I stopped you because I wanted that kid named Mad Blade to flee farther, so you wouldn't kill him too easily."

"This way, it will exert enormous mental pressure on Yang Fei, forcing him to seek help from Xue Mingtai."

"A living person has value; once dead, they're useless. Understand?"

The White Dragon Envoy nodded.

He was also a Dragon Envoy, but in front of this Azure Dragon Envoy, he seemed speechless.

The man in the tuxedo glanced into the distance.

"Mad Blade has already fled far. Continue to chase him."

"Remember, he's just bait; don't kill him too easily."

He smiled slyly at the sliver of a new moon in the sky.

"I think this will be a very fun game."

The White Dragon Envoy clasped his fists, bowed, then took off in the direction of the chase.

Red One Hospital operating room.

Fan Yi was still in surgery.

Yang Fei smoked one cigarette after another, the air thick with smoke.

Soon, countless cigarette butts lay at Yang Fei's feet.

Li Shun and Yi Long watched from the side, neither daring to speak.

Suddenly, Yang Fei's phone rang.

Yang Fei looked at the caller ID; it was Mad Blade calling.

As soon as he answered, he started cursing.

"Mad Blade, you brat, enjoying time with a woman and can't answer the phone."

"Get to Red One Hospital quickly, Fan Yi was injured by the White Dragon Envoy."

"Dammit, the White Dragon Envoy is chasing me, how did Fan Yi get hurt?"

Mad Blade interrupted Yang Fei, panting heavily.

"That bastard is biting at my heels like a mad dog."

"If you don't come soon, I'm dead meat."

"What?"

Yang Fei jumped up.

He asked nervously, "Where are you?"

From the phone came Mad Blade's voice.

"Near the Dou City unfinished building. Damn it, he's here again."

Suddenly, Mad Blade's voice disappeared.

All Yang Fei could hear was the sound of hurried footsteps and chaotic noises.

Yang Fei's heart pounded.

He instructed Li Shun and Yi Long to guard the operating room and then rushed downstairs.

Dou City unfinished building was one of Yannan's famous ghost towns.

These so-called ghost towns were a sign of the times.

After the area was developed into buildings, the remote location caused the houses to sell poorly.

This led to a large number of empty buildings.

In time, the property management company couldn't operate normally and simply withdrew.

Over time, as people rarely set foot there, weeds grew unchecked.

This place had become a ghost town with Huaxia characteristics.

At this moment, Mad Blade was sprinting up the stairs.

His camouflage suit was stained red with blood on his chest.

As he fled, Mad Blade cursed his luck, lamenting his misfortune.

Originally, after losing the White Dragon Envoy, Mad Blade had let down his guard a bit.

But before he could regain his composure, the White Dragon Envoy had tracked him down again.

The timid taxi driver had taken the opportunity to drive away in a panic when Mad Blade wasn't looking.

Without other options, Mad Blade could only race on foot against the White Dragon Envoy.

One pursuing and one fleeing, they ended up in this rarely visited ghost town.

Mad Blade knew he had run into a dead end.

No matter how high the building, it would eventually be fully climbed.

When that time came, he would have to confront the White Dragon Envoy.

Mad Blade was an excellent Special Forces King.

With a gun in his hand, facing the White Dragon Envoy, he might not necessarily lose.

But now, Mad Blade was unarmed; relying solely on his martial arts skills, he was no match for the already Core Formation to Divine Communication White Dragon Envoy.

Mad Blade's heavy breathing echoed, sweat-soaked boots thudding.

Though the White Dragon Envoy hadn't appeared yet.

Mad Blade knew that bastard was definitely right behind him.

That bastard followed Mad Blade like a cat plays with a mouse, neither fast nor slow.

If their skill gap wasn't so wide.

Mad Blade would've turned to fight that bastard.

This was too damn humiliating.

Years of military life had tempered Mad Blade's will to be as unyielding as refined steel.

Until the end, Mad Blade wouldn't give up.

Even if he knew he'd be beaten to death, he'd spit a bloody glob at his enemy.

This wasn't just Mad Blade's style; all Evil Dragon Soldier Kings had this rebellious spirit.

Finally, after climbing more than thirty floors, Mad Blade reached the last level.

He nimbly climbed onto the terrace, picking up a discarded steel pipe in his hand.

Under the dim moonlight, the White Dragon Envoy's burly figure appeared at the stairwell.

He looked at Mad Blade indifferently.

"You can't escape, accept your fate."

The White Dragon Envoy finished speaking, raising his hands slowly.

A cold, murderous aura radiated from him, swirling like a tornado.

The entire floor, the air moved silently, brewing a terrifying storm.

At this moment, a drop of urine-scented liquid splashed on the White Dragon Envoy's cheek.

He blinked in surprise.

Looking up, the White Dragon Envoy saw Mad Blade unzipping his pants, exposing himself.

That bastard was blatantly pissing down.

The White Dragon Envoy was furious.

"You dare desecrate a deity?"

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