Yi Tianxing was also a person of the Yi Family.

However, his lineage didn't hold much status within the family.

It came to Yi Tianxing's generation.

He had learned extraordinarily powerful martial arts and served in a domestic Special Forces unit for many years.

After Yi Tianxing was discharged, he caught the eye of the Head Lady of the Yi Family, Feng Ziyan.

He immediately rose to prominence and became the Chief Bodyguard of the Yi Family.

Du Rumei was Yi Tianxing's senior martial sister and also his wife.

The Great Power Eagle Claw Technique cultivated by Yi Tianxing had reached its peak.

With one grasp, he could even tear through thin sheets of iron.

And Du Rumei's Linked Mandarin Duck Legs were also a peerless technique in the martial arts world.

Both of them were Transforming Energy Yellow Grade masters.

Yi Tianxing's close combat ability was exceptionally formidable due to his many years of refinement in the military.

Amongst the family bodyguards, only these two had entered the Elders' Hall.

Entering the Elders' Hall was the lifelong goal of the Yi Family's chief bodyguards.

Once inside the Elders' Hall, they would enjoy the Yi Family's offerings for life.

Even for their children's employment, they could have priority in selecting positions within the Yi Family's corporate enterprises.

If they had the ability and knowledge, they might even enter the core management of the Yi Family Clan enterprises.

Yang Fei charged in fiercely, and in an instant, he had reached the front of Yi Tianxing.

"You stop right there!"

With a loud shout, Yi Tianxing launched a Bow Stance Straight Punch, blocking Yang Fei.

It was the authentic military boxing.

Seeing Yang Fei's momentum so ferocious, Du Rumei abandoned any martial arts decorum.

She stepped diagonally into a cross-legged stance and kicked straight at Yang Fei's abdomen.

Yang Fei thundered, "Get out of my way!"

He delivered a Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand chop to Du Rumei's lower leg.

Du Rumei screamed, and her lower leg bone instantly fractured.

And at that moment, Yang Fei shifted his shoulder.

His body, like a cannonball, unreasonably slammed into Yi Tianxing.

With a dull thump, Yi Tianxing's body, like a kite with its strings cut, flew straight out.

Bang!

Yi Tianxing's body crashed onto the stone steps behind him.

Due to the heavy force of his impact, the stone steps burst out of the ground and shattered into several pieces.

Poor Yi Tianxing, with all his martial skills, was unable to exhibit any before Yang Fei's immensely forceful charge and was seriously injured.

His breastbone fractured, and who knows how many ribs were broken as well.

He spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, staining the front of his shirt bright red.

"Tianxing, how are you?"

With her lower leg bone broken, Du Rumei was utterly terrified by Yang Fei's imposing manner.

The two ace bodyguards of the Yi Family couldn't even withstand a single move from Yang Fei.

This outcome turned Feng Ziyan's face deathly pale atop the hill.

She had always known Yang Fei was formidable.

But she never imagined he would be this formidable.

Behind Feng Ziyan stood a fair-skinned, refined and cultured middle-aged man.

He too was taken aback, his face etched with seriousness.

"This man's martial arts are certainly extraordinary."

"Uncle, can't you even defeat this evildoer?"

Feng Ziyan glanced at the middle-aged man, a flicker of strange emotion in her eyes.

The middle-aged man snorted, "It's not that bad."

"He's just an Energy Transformation Master, he shouldn't be compared with me."

Feng Ziyan felt somewhat reassured.

"Uncle, our Yi Family is relying on you now."

"Otherwise, I don't know if we would get through this crisis."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, his tone cold.

"The Yi Family is a century-old prestigious clan; this jumping clown counts for nothing."

"Let's see how he deals with Mr. Xing's challenge."

In one move, Yang Fei sent Yi Tianxing flying and continued his fierce charge without pausing, rushing forward like a ferocious tiger.

At the second turn, a middle-aged man in a black cotton robe stood with a Yellow Crane Tower cigarette between his fingers.

He blocked the path and looked at Yang Fei indifferently.

The middle-aged man was tall and thin, his expression serene, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, although they were hardly noticeable.

Strangely, this cultured and peaceful individual was exerting a deep pressure on Yang Fei.

Yang Fei had no choice but to stop in his tracks.

The middle-aged man looked at him indifferently.

"Young man, go back. The affairs of the Yi Family are not for outsiders to meddle in," he said.

Yang Fei stared back coldly.

"You are also a martial artist. Can you really stand by and watch the people of Yi Family bully a weak woman?"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, his gaze still exceedingly serene.

"This is an internal matter of the Yi Family, it doesn't concern me," he responded.

"The order I received was just to stop you."

Yang Fei let out a cold chuckle, "How convenient that it doesn't concern you."

"Such heartless lackeys you are. Let's see how many moves you can block from me!"

The middle-aged man slightly frowned and tossed the nearly burnt out cigarette butt on the ground.

He assumed the opening stance of Tai Chi.

"If that's the case, then come," he said.

Roar!

A long howl came from Yang Fei's throat.

He launched himself with the Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand move toward the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's punches were soft and dense, flowing smoothly in circular motions, using softness to overcome hardness.

He continually deflected Yang Fei's formidable palm techniques.

With the last strike, the middle-aged man not only deflected but also countered.

He even caused Yang Fei's footing to lurch forward a step.

This technique of Tai Chi, using the opponent's force against them, employing softness to overcome hardness, was indeed a peerless martial art.

There was a proud air, naturally arising amidst the middle-aged man's self-restraint.

"You should go back. I am standing here; you cannot get past. Why bring destruction upon yourself?" he said.

Yang Fei, fueled by rising anger, activated his Elephant Extreme, and charged like a flying arrow.

"Try my palm now!" he shouted.

The middle-aged man thought he had fully grasped Yang Fei's abilities and wore a look of disdain.

"If you insist on this, don't blame me for injuring you!" he warned.

Bang!

The middle-aged man hadn't finished speaking.

Yang Fei's Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand came crashing down with a thunderous boom, as if the sky were falling.

The middle-aged man laughed brightly, composed and unperturbed.

He executed a Grasping Sparrow's Tail maneuver to catch Yang Fei's formidable palm strike and tried to redirect it.

But he couldn't redirect it!

The middle-aged man felt the power within Yang Fei surge like the Yellow River breaking its banks, relentless and unstoppable.

The massive and overwhelming force, wave after wave, rushed towards him.

Yang Fei's Mount Tai-like immense force made the middle-aged man's breath stuck in his chest.

There was no chance of using the opponent's force against them anymore.

Bang!

The middle-aged man's arms fractured,

and Yang Fei's Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand, surpassing his palms, struck heavily on the middle-aged man's chest.

The middle-aged man's ribs snapped, and like a kite with a broken string, he was sent flying.

His body hit a large tree trunk before tumbling down and collapsing limply.

The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of fresh blood with a "wa" sound.

Blood gushed from the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, but he looked at Yang Fei in shock, utterly disregarding his state.

"My God, what kind of kung fu is this? How can it produce such immense power?" he exclaimed.

Yang Fei looked at him coldly, "The kind that can beat you is good kung fu."

"You use technique to divert a thousand pounds, but I possess the strength of ten thousand pounds. Let's see how you'll divert that," he retorted.

The middle-aged man chuckled tragically, eyes downcast.

"Well said, I have lost," he admitted.

Atop the summit, Feng Ziyan watched as Mr. Xing, one of Elders' Hall's most formidable experts, was unable to withstand three or five moves from Yang Fei.

The color drained from her face and she trembled with fear.

"My God, this monster is too powerful. What are we going to do?" she wondered.

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