Chijin nodded his head, his baby face gaining a look of respect that had been absent in his previous air of invincibility.
Following the etiquette of the Mortal World, he fist-palmed towards Yang Fei.
"Since that's the case, I will be waiting for you in front of Dragon King Hall on the first day of next month," he declared, handing Yang Fei a business card with an indifferent tone.
"I cannot tell you the location of Dragon King Hall."
"However, on the first day of next month, you contact this person, and he will arrange for you to get to Dragon King Hall."
Yang Fei took the business card and glanced at it.
To his surprise, the gilded card bore the print of a certain manager from the Zhonghai Jubao Basin Pawnshop. This piqued Yang Fei's curiosity.
Nonetheless, at this moment, Yang Fei couldn't very well ask for more details.
Having the business card and phone number, he would surely find the person.
After finishing speaking, Chijin extended his hand to shake Yang Fei's, a gesture filled with a mix of admiration and respect.
"Your Martial Arts Realm is merely at the Energy Transformation Xuan Grade, yet you managed to stand firm against me without losing ground," he noted.
"People of the Martial God Bloodline are indeed all monsters."
Having said his piece, he did not wait for Yang Fei to reply but waved, turned around with ease, and walked away.
Yang Fei stood at the entrance of the hall, staring blankly as Chijin left with a dashing exit, lost in thought and silent.
Only after Chijin had disappeared did Mad Blade and Fan Yi rush over.
The two supported Yang Fei, "Instructor, how are you feeling?"
Yang Fei spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and gave a bitter smile.
"So powerful. I could feel that he only used 20 percent of his strength with that palm strike, but I already couldn't withstand it."
As Mad Blade recalled Chijin's devastating aura, he still felt frightened.
"These bastards are each more formidable than the last, just popping up out of nowhere!"
"The Mortal World truly abounds with outstanding figures," Fan Yi noted, his gaze somewhat dim, and the usually sharp and sturdy aura around him much weakened.
He stared blankly where Chijin had been and let out a long sigh.
"This person is just an underling of the Dragon King, yet he is already so formidable," he remarked.
"One can only imagine how much divine power Lord Dragon King possesses."
Yang Fei knew that Fan Yi's Martial Will had been greatly damaged during the confrontation.
He smiled faintly, "Even if the Dragon King can ride the clouds and drive the fog, I'm not concerned about him at all."
"These bastards only know how to do evil within the country."
"Yet they let the Alliance of Gods run rampant abroad, provoking the dignity of the State of Huaxia."
"I have no respect for such trash!"
Mad Blade burst into hearty laughter, "Well said, that's exactly what I think."
"Martial Arts can be cultivated and improved, but there's no cure for a person with no ambition."
Hearing the words of Yang Fei and Mad Blade, Fan Yi's slouching back gradually straightened again.
In his eyes, a steadfast resolve rekindled.
Fan Yi suddenly gave Yang Fei a deep bow.
"Instructor, please teach me the Yu Step."
Yang Fei knew he had successfully ignited Fan Yi's fighting spirit.
A sense of joy instantly filled his heart.
He patted Fan Yi on the shoulder, "We're brothers, no need for formalities,"
"Starting tomorrow, I'll teach you the Yu Step," he offered.
"Once you've learned it, along with the Spirit Snake Slash, your Martial Arts will certainly advance greatly."
Fan Yi was quite different from Mad Blade.
He was strict with himself, diligent in practicing Martial Arts.
The Spirit Snake Slash became extraordinarily skillful in his hands.
If combined with the Yu Step...
Yang Fei believed Fan Yi could definitely become a supreme master.
Mad Blade, on the other hand, was far more carefree than Fan Yi.
Although he wasn't as diligent as Fan Yi, his disposition was more suited to cultivating superior Martial Arts.
Yang Fei patted Mad Blade's shoulder.
"When the time comes, you should learn as well," he said.
"Damn it, no matter how the flowers blossom on that rotten brush, one day, no matter if they are Dragon Kings or Dragon Envoys, they'll all be pounded into wet loach," he declared confidently.
That Mad Blade had urinated on the White Dragon Envoy was something he took great pride in his life.
Hearing Yang Fei bring it up, he couldn't help but laugh heartily.
"Alright, brothers united can cut through metal, let's take them on!"
The three brothers placed their hands together, exchanged glances, and burst into laughter.
Among the several hundred guests, most were martial artists.
The crowd watched as Yang Fei and his brothers faced the extraordinary Chijin without flinching, their spirits high and generous.
Everyone couldn't help but secretly admire them.
It had not been easy for Three Swords to erase the negative impact of Chijin's martial will.
He stepped forward, placing his hand on top of the three large hands.
"How could I not be counted when Brother Fei is storming Dragon King Hall?"
Following closely, Qiu Yidao, Yan Wuxin, Five Ghost Kings, Li Shun, Bai Yang...
And thirteen other Big Rascals, all stepped forward.
A multitude of hands came together, erupting in a thunderous shout.
"Count us in, following Brother Fei, we'll storm into Dragon King Hall."
With formidable enemies looming outside and united brothers within.
At this moment, the Golden-Faced Buddha Group had just officially merged with the Lanting Group, becoming an iron block.
Feng Cai'er's mind was blank from the impact of Chijin's martial will.
She didn't even know what was keeping her standing.
Perhaps, it was the noble professional morality of a police officer.
Or maybe, it was her inexplicable feelings for Yang Fei.
In any case, Feng Cai'er, of the mere Mingjin level, was just a small shrimp.
Facing the divine might of Chijin, she had managed to hold on up to this point.
Although her consciousness was already blurred.
Yet, driven by a stubborn will, she had somehow managed to hold on until now.
At this moment, Feng Cai'er, hearing the deafening shouts of the crowd,
Felt stars before her eyes, a buzzing in her ears, and her body finally collapsed limply.
Lin Xueyi was the first to discover Feng Cai'er had fallen to the ground.
She rushed over quickly, cradling Feng Cai'er in her arms.
"Cai'er, what's wrong with you?"
Yang Fei turned around and was startled to see Feng Cai'er had fainted.
He quickly pushed through the crowd to come over.
Yang Fei touched Feng Cai'er's forehead and felt an alarming heat.
He was taken aback.
"Damn, she's been impacted by Chijin's martial will, her nerves are heavily stimulated."
Lin Xueyi cried out anxiously, "What should we do?"
Yang Fei steadied himself, bent down, and picked up Feng Cai'er.
"Get her to the hospital first, they have potent sedatives."
Mad Blade and Fan Yi arrived at the same time.
Mad Blade shouted, "I'll get the car, wait for you at the door."
Half an hour later, Feng Cai'er lay in a hospital bed.
Her eyes tightly shut, still in a coma.
All the tests had been done.
There was no organic damage to Feng Cai'er's brain.
The brain functions were also normal.
But oddly enough, no matter how hard the doctors tried,
Feng Cai'er just couldn't be awakened and remained unconscious.
Yang Fei sat in front of the hospital bed, looking at Feng Cai'er's pale cheeks, a deep sense of guilt in his heart.
Fan Yi poured a glass of water for Yang Fei and placed it on the table.
He sighed.
"Brother Fei, don't worry too much, maybe Officer Feng will wake up soon."
Yang Fei sighed and shook his head.
"This silly girl, how strong is Chijin's martial will."
"How could she not be injured by forcibly resisting it?"
Mad Blade and Fan Yi thought of Chijin's terrible oppression and both nodded their heads.
Mad Blade, straightforward by nature, didn't fuss about propriety and asked, "Can she still wake up?"
No sooner had Mad Blade spoken than he was elbowed by Fan Yi.
If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.