This time, Yang Fei crouched down.

His body was covered in moss and ferns, turning him into an ancient, unremarkable stump.

Yang Fei was waiting for Su Yinxue to come out.

In the meantime, playing stealth games with these bodyguards was actually not a bad choice.

It was like a bout of jungle combat training.

The Snake Extreme Heart Method circulated within his body, and Snake Stupefaction was executed to perfection.

Even Yang Fei had not anticipated that the Snake Stupefaction Heart Method would be so astonishingly effective.

However, Yang Fei and this group of bodyguards had been playing hide and seek in the Maple Forest for half an hour already.

Logically speaking, once Su Yinxue met with the Old Head of the Yi Family, he should have come out to stop them.

Could it be that something had happened to Su Yinxue after she entered the Ancestral Temple?

Or perhaps she had yet to meet her grandfather?

Yang Fei gazed from afar at the Ancestral Temple's mottled and peeling bronze gate.

A sudden, ominous feeling emerged in his heart?

This sense of foreboding no sooner appeared than it intensified rapidly.

Yang Fei could no longer bear it.

Just then, a group of bodyguards came searching from a distance, barely walking past Yang Fei.

One of the men gave the "stump" a solid slap.

"Damn it, this guy is like a ghost, disappearing again."

"Alas, with his kind of skill, he's been through special forces training for sure, calling it stealth, an essential skill for jungle combat."

"But to be stealthy to such an extent, it's truly unheard of, unseen."

"Truly masterful, this guy's close-range assassination ability is the strongest I've seen."

"This time, we've encountered a king of jungle combat."

...

Three or four men continued walking past the stump, quietly discussing as they went.

At this moment, however, the "stump" suddenly moved.

Yang Fei reached out and grabbed the left hand of one of the bodyguards.

The bodyguard turned around in astonishment.

He looked at the "withered branch" extending from the stump, still not reacting.

Suddenly, the stump rose to its full height, crashing its head against the man's forehead.

The bodyguard's head felt as if it had been struck by a large hammer.

He fell to the ground without a sound.

The two men behind the bodyguard whirled around abruptly.

Yang Fei executed a Split Hanging Leg technique, chopping down.

His left foot, like a heavy battle-axe, struck the forehead of one of the men.

The man's eyes rolled back and he flopped down, flailing arms and legs.

The last man, seeing Yang Fei covered with moss and ferns, trembled in fright.

He turned and ran.

Yang Fei couldn't help but smile.

His figure ghostly, he pounced behind the fleeing bodyguard.

Then, with a Palm Blade, Yang Fei chopped at the base of the bodyguard's neck.

The bodyguard fell forward.

Momentum caused his body to roll twice on the ground before he lost consciousness.

"Over there, catch him!"

"Son of a bitch, we've lost three more brothers, let's gang up on him!"

...

The fighting here had alerted the remaining groups of bodyguards.

Six or seven men, wielding daggers and Swing Sticks, charged at Yang Fei together.

Yang Fei laughed heartily and let out a long howl, advancing forward instead of retreating.

His momentum, unstoppable, made him seem less like prey and more like a tiger hunting gazelle.

Tiger entering a flock of sheep!

This battle ended within a minute.

There were countless cracking sounds.

In the clearing of the Maple Forest, five or six bodyguards had their limbs dislocated by Yang Fei.

Their arms and legs dangled limply as they lay on the ground screaming in agony.

The remaining two bodyguards, their courage shattered, turned to run.

Yang Fei laughed heartily again.

He bent down to pick up two Swing Sticks and, without aiming, hurled them.

Bang, bang!

The two bodyguards, already ten meters away, were struck in the back of their heads by the Swing Sticks.

Both fell to the ground, knocked out cold.

In the blink of an eye, the twenty-plus elite bodyguards from the Yi Family were beaten down like dead dogs by Yang Fei.

Yang Fei dusted off his clothes and took out his phone to make a call to Su Yinxue.

At this time, a phone call to Su Yinxue seemed somewhat inappropriate.

But compared to Su Yinxue's safety, this was nothing.

Su Yinxue's ringtone played for a long time but no one answered the call.

Cold sweat broke out on Yang Fei's forehead.

As the chairman of Yalan International,

every one of Su Yinxue's calls was very important.

Therefore, her phone was on 24 hours a day, and she almost never missed a call.

A bad feeling grew stronger and stronger in Yang Fei's mind.

Without any hesitation, he dialed another number.

The ringtone went on for a long time.

Just as the phone was about to hang up, the call suddenly got through.

A wave of relief washed over Yang Fei.

But before he could speak, a deep and venomous woman's voice came from the other end.

"You must be Yang Fei, right? You can go back now."

"The affairs of Su Yinxue and the Yi Family don't concern an outsider like you."

Feen Ziyan!

Yang Fei's pupils dilated with shock.

Dammit, when had that old witch entered the Ancestral Temple?

Yang Fei realized that Su Yinxue was in danger.

He tried to remain calm and said coldly, "How is Yinxue doing?"

"Hmph, Su Yinxue betrayed her family, so of course she will be punished."

"However, that's not something you need to worry about as an outsider,"

"You should leave. The Yi Family's affairs are not something you can handle," Feen Ziyan said arrogantly, with a haughty and aggressive tone.

Yang Fei snorted, his voice turning suddenly chilling.

"Listen, old witch, Yinxue is my woman."

"Her business is my business."

"If she loses a single hair, everyone in the Yi Family will pay with their lives!"

"How arrogant! Who do you think you are?"

"A hotel odd-job man who doesn't know how high the sky is, do you really think you can turn the world upside down..." Feen Ziyan on the other end started to berate him.

Yang Fei didn't wait for her to finish and hung up the phone.

He charged to the Ancestral Temple's gate and kicked it fiercely.

The gate made a creaking noise as if it could not bear the weight but did not break open.

It turned out that it had already been barred from the inside.

Yang Fei chuckled, the Elephant Extreme began to flow through his body, and the Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand thundered into action.

He slapped the gate with his palm again and again.

By the ninth strike from Yang Fei, the gate hinges cracked, and the metal splintered in all directions.

Using all his strength, Yang Fei unleashed a palm strike.

Bang!

The hinges burst apart, and the gate fell straight back.

Amidst the rising dust, the upright figure of Yang Fei appeared between the now open gates.

"You lowlife dare to barge into the Yi Family's Ancestral Temple and disturb the tranquility of generations of our ancestors?" Feen Ziyan's face twisted in anger as she screamed from the top of the hill.

But what caused Yang Fei's eyes to split with rage was the sight of Su Yinxue kneeling at the bottom of the Ancestral Temple's stone steps.

Her body was limp on the ground, her head touching the floor, and it was unclear whether she was dead or alive.

The hard stone steps contrasted with her fragile body.

She looked like a withered snow lotus, fallen into the dirt, pitifully delicate.

"I'll kill you all!" bellowed Yang Fei, his eyes red with anger.

He lunged forward like a tiger rushing up a mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, in front of the stone steps, stood a man and a woman, blocking Yang Fei's path with steady stances.

The man was skinny with sunken cheeks.

The woman had a waspish waist and was quite beautiful.

These two were Feen Ziyan's personal bodyguards and also the leaders of the other twenty-plus elite bodyguards outside.

The man's name was Yi Tianxing, and the woman was Du Rumei.

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