The Horse-Faced Man licked his lips and walked up to Xiao Xuanya.

He didn't even spare Yang Fei a glance.

"Miss, our Third Master quite appreciates you, please come over and have a chat," he said.

His eyes, lustfully squinting, fixed on Xiao Xuanya's towering features.

His gaze seemed to be drilling straight into her neckline.

Xiao Xuanya chuckled softly, her body rippling like water waves.

Her perfect curves made all the men stare in a trance.

She gave Yang Fei a look and her fingers nimbly pressed on Yang Fei's shoulder.

"That might not be too good, our young master wouldn't be pleased."

The Horse-Faced Man glanced at Yang Fei with contempt.

"No worries, your young master will be happy. If he's not, I'll break his legs," he said.

Upon hearing this, Yang Fei's eyes popped open and he slammed the table.

"Cut the crap, dumbass, screw off!"

The corners of the Horse-Faced Man's mouth split open, revealing his yellowed teeth, a truly ferocious sight.

"Kid, be smart about this," he warned.

"Otherwise, I'll take you straight to the sea to feed the fishes."

As he spoke, the bones throughout his body cracked loudly, and the hand that had been hidden behind him was now stretched out in front of Yang Fei.

His palm, clearly trained in something like the Black Sand Palm hard qigong, had now pumped full of Qi-Blood and swollen to twice its size.

Dark and heavy, like a pair of palm-leaf fans, it looked truly frightening.

Yang Fei was obviously taken aback; he shrank back and cried out in alarm.

"What do you want to do?"

"I'm warning you, you can't afford to mess with my dad, he's a deputy department-level official," Yang Fei warned.

The Horse-Faced Man had been wary of Yang Fei's strong background.

Such a pretty boy having climbed to the throne of a great owl of a province.

Possibly, there stood a Great Master behind him.

But now that Yang Fei had said this, the Horse-Faced Man felt both annoyed and amused.

Damn, so he was actually a second-generation official. No wonder he got lucky with Golden Buddha.

A deputy department-level official, to ordinary people, is someone not to be trifled with.

But for a great owl of the Mortal World, they didn't hold much deterrence.

The others, seeing how goofy Yang Fei was, sighed with relief.

Everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Xiao Xuanya, however, couldn't help but sigh, looking at the Horse-Faced Big Man with sympathy.

Yang Fei, this jerk, was just the kind of guy full of low-level interests who finds joy in showing off.

Whoever messed with this monster

was bound to be tormented to the point of exquisite agony, to being in so much pain they didn't want to live, wishing they could just bash their head in and die.

The four guys behind the Horse-Faced Big Man were already cursing with laughter.

"Bring the beauty over quick. Let that pretty boy die."

"Damn, a second-generation official dares to come to Dragon King Hall? That's just crazy."

"Ma Wangshen, can you even do your job right?"

"Brother Yong told you to bring people over, ignore that idiot!"

...

Hearing the crowd's urging, the Horse-Faced Big Man reached out to grab Xiao Xuanya.

"Come on, our Brother Yong likes you."

Xiao Xuanya stepped back behind Yang Fei.

"I can't, our young master will get angry."

The Horse-Faced Big Man's determined grab came up empty.

Seeing Xiao Xuanya dodge so deftly, he was suddenly shocked.

Could it be that this enchanting and pure beauty was actually a Martial Arts Master?

But then, watching the panic on Xiao Xuanya's face, he relaxed again.

With that kind of mental state, she couldn't be a top-level martial artist.

At best, she knew a few fancy but ineffective moves.

The Horse-Faced Man chuckled twice.

"Beauty, don't be shy, just come with me," he said.

His big hand reached out again like an eagle's claw toward Xiao Xuanya.

This time, he was more cautious and employed the Grasping Hand Technique.

Hisss!

A light sound was heard.

The Horse-Faced Big Man felt a sharp pain in his palm and warm liquid started dripping down.

On the back of his hand, a bloodied knife tip was protruding.

And the hilt was held in Yang Fei's hand.

This knife was originally just a common fruit knife, one that could be found on every table.

But now, it had pierced through Ma Liu's Iron Sand Palm.

If this was a coincidence, it was a damn remarkable one.

Ma Liu's face turned ashen, and he looked at his palm in disbelief.

Then, glancing at Yang Fei, who was lying on the rattan chair, he was so scared his soul nearly left his body.

He was still holding an apple in one hand.

It seemed this guy was about to peel an apple and had unintentionally stabbed through the big man's hand.

"This… I really didn't mean to do this, I was just about to peel an apple…"

Yang Fei's words were more embarrassing than the fact that he had stabbed the big man's palm.

A Dark Energy Grandmaster getting his hand skewered on someone else's knife tip.

Such a story would be utterly mortifying if it got out.

Not far away, a gaunt middle-aged man uttered a sound of surprise and sat up straight.

He said indifferently, "This man's hands are skilled. Tell Ma Wangshen to be cautious."

The several other Martial Arts Masters also changed expressions.

The middle-aged man, Pei Yong, was the King of the Great Owls in Fuu Province.

His kung fu had reached the Energy Transformation Xuan Grade, and his judgment was extremely precise.

Meanwhile, Ma Liu, Ma Wangshen, was already seething with rage.

He pulled out the dagger embedded in his palm and lunged at Yang Fei.

"Son of a bitch, I'll kill you!"

Ma Wangshen, disregarding the blood streaming from his palm, swung his palm with a whooshing sound, aiming for Yang Fei's chest.

This guy's Black Sand Palm had the real technique.

Under one palm strike, capable of splitting rocks and monuments, the power was boundless, enough to kill a plowing ox.

Xiao Xuanya gave Yang Fei a glance.

She only saw him screaming and shouting, sitting in the rattan chair, bending over and ducking, trying his best to evade.

He seemed to be panicking, yet none of Ma Liu's Iron Sand Palm strikes could hit him.

At this, the gaunt middle-aged man's expression became even more serious.

"This person is a top-level Martial Artist—prepare to rescue Ma Wangshen."

"Ah!"

Just then, Ma Liu, Ma Wangshen, let out a scream of agony.

It turned out to be a move by Yang Fei amid the chaos, 'Great Sage Stealing Peaches,' and he had struck a blow right at the groin.

Ma Wangshen tumbled onto the deck, in so much pain that his voice changed pitch.

Yang Fei looked bewildered, glancing at his own hand, and wiggled his fingers a couple of times.

"Does it really hurt that much?"

All around, people looked at this fellow with his strong and intense curiosity.

They all gasped.

Was this guy an idiot or just playing dumb?

Getting grabbed in that spot, no man could bear it.

"Take action!"

The gaunt middle-aged man, Brother Yong, gave the command.

Three or four Dark Energy Masters rushed towards Yang Fei.

They were like a pack of hunting wolves, their aura formidable.

Yang Fei yelped and yowled.

"Don't force me to fight back, I only know this one move; whomever provokes me, bad luck to them."

The four Dark Energy Masters didn't care what he said.

With fists and palms, they launched an onslaught, wind whooshing with each strike, attacking Yang Fei.

Not far away, the middle-aged man let out a long howl.

His Qi-Blood circulated throughout his body, and a plume of Essence Qi, like smoke from a wildfire, rose from his head as he too charged at Yang Fei.

Seeing the middle-aged man spring into action, everyone was taken aback.

Liu Yong was the King of the Great Owls in Fuu Province, and his kung fu had already broken through the Energy Transformation level.

Was he actually abandoning his dignity to gang up on this Pretty Boy with his minions?

Some keen-eyed Martial Artists had already perceived the formidable aspect of Yang Fei.

Each one's expression turned grave.

This guy seemed playful and goofy.

But when attacked by four Dark Energy Masters together, fists and feet flying around.

He just kept screaming and dodging, and yet remained unhurt.

Sure sign of a master.

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