The muscles on the chest and back of the person behind were infinitely stretched and extended.

He seemed like a thin paper cutout.

Only his sharp, round head remained intact.

Yet his thin eyebrows stood on end, his green eyes dark and ominous.

Anyone who saw such a terrifying scene would be scared witless.

The person was stunned for a moment.

He had never expected the staff member to turn around at that moment.

The staff member was petrified.

Before he could react, the strange fellow suddenly swayed.

His entire body, like a large python, coiled around the staff member.

This guy, as flexible as boneless, wrapped around the staff member and twisted fiercely.

Crack.

All the bones in the staff member's body were broken.

HIs body, lacking the support of its skeleton, hung limply.

Then, the staff member fell headfirst to the ground, immediately dead.

The strange fellow cracked a smile.

"Told you not to turn around. Since you've seen my true form, you're just unlucky."

With that, he tidied up the body of the staff member and concealed it in a cardboard box.

Finally, he flashed away with the box in his arms.

That night, Yang Fei's Turtle Extreme ominously issued a warning.

This made Yang Fei very uneasy.

Experience told Yang Fei that such subtle warnings were more dangerous than strong direct ones.

It meant that the hidden enemy, like himself, possessed a strong ability to conceal.

The enemy might also be able to hide their aura.

Such enemies lurking in the shadows were the most terrifying.

Yang Fei didn't rest at all but quietly practiced the Snake Stinging Technique.

After all, for Yang Fei, cultivating and resting both could restore his strength.

He spent the entire night like a venomous snake lurking among the dead leaves of the jungle, motionless.

Yet his mind was always alert to everything around him.

Despite such cautious preparations, something still went wrong the next morning.

Early the next day, as Yang Fei woke up from his Snake Stupefaction state,

Just as Xiao Xuanya was helping him wash his face, there was a loud banging on the cabin door.

Mad Blade's voice came from outside, "Brother Fei, there's been an incident."

Yang Fei opened the door.

Mad Blade stood at the door, cursing as soon as he saw Yang Fei.

"Brother Fei, Pei Yong is dead."

"Those idiots from Fuu Province are making a fuss and looking for trouble with us."

Yang Fei was immediately shocked.

Pei Yong was a legitimate Grandmaster of Transformation Strength—how could he just die like that?

Even if Yang Fei had given him a Monkey Steals Peach move yesterday, it shouldn't have killed him.

Mad Blade carefully observed the expressions on Yang Fei's face.

"Brother Fei, you didn't have a hand in this, did you?"

Yang Fei spat out, "Do I seem that bored?"

"Besides, if I wanted to kill him, why would I wait until nighttime?"

Mad Blade, reassured, smiled.

"I thought so too, if Brother Fei wanted to kill the kid, it wouldn't be such a hassle."

As they spoke, commotions and cursing were heard from down the cabin corridor.

"Yang Fei, come out, you murderer!"

"You bastard, all Pei fought you over was one sentence; was it worth such a deadly attack!"

"Avenge Pei, take down these bastards!"

...

Mad Blade clenched his fists.

"Brother Fei, ignore them. I'll handle these fools!"

Yang Fei sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, it's human nature. I'll go take a look at Pei Yong's corpse."

Just as Yang Fei approached the cabin corridor entrance, he was blocked by seven or eight people.

Fan Yi and Yi Long stood at the entrance, blocking everyone outside.

The leader of the group was Liang Hongbo.

Liang Hongbo's eyes reddened, as if he were an enraged lion.

As soon as he saw Yang Fei come out, he roared and attempted to pounce on him.

"Yang Fei, we're both cohorts of His Highness the Dragon King."

You killed Pei Yong over a mere verbal dispute."

"For this, I will have your blood pay for his debt."

Fan Yi and Yi Long, Three Swords, Yan Wuxin, and Qiu Yidao.

Several great masters formed a vast formation in a trio system, covering each other.

They stood in front of Yang Fei.

Yang Fei walked past everyone and blocked Liang Hongbo, his tone indifferent.

"I will say this only once, Pei Yong was not killed by me, I have no reason to lay a hand on him."

"Bullshit! Pei Yong just had friction with you yesterday, and he died last night."

"And you still dare claim you didn't kill him?"

Liang Hongbo was furiously vehement, roaring savagely.

However, the longsword in the hands of Three Swords and the blade in the hands of Fan Yi both exuded an extremely fierce killing intent.

Yet, he dared not rashly charge forward.

Yang Fei snorted from his nose.

"If you don't believe it, so be it, can you bite off my dick?"

Liang Hongbo's face turned livid with anger, his body trembling.

Bloody slaughters in the Underworld almost happened every day.

Yang Fei's strength was terrifying; even if he had been the perpetrator, what could one do?

Seeing that Liang Hongbo had finally calmed down a bit, Yang Fei then said quietly,

"I have no reason to lie to you."

"However, Pei Yong was a notable figure, and dying so silently is indeed suspicious…"

Before he could finish, shame and frustration overwhelmed Liang Hongbo, causing him to lose his reason once more.

He burst out cursing, "Yang, don't think that just because you're strong, you can dominate us all?"

"His Highness the Dragon King will make a fair judgment on this matter. Murder is paid with life, you won't escape."

"Yes, His Highness the Dragon King will not let Brother Yong die in vain; let's ask His Grace to be the judge."

"Let's go to Young Master Ye, the Dragon Envoy, and have him arbitrate!"

…

For a moment, the scene became extremely chaotic.

Just then, Steward Liu came over from a distance.

He walked respectfully up to Yang Fei.

"Brother Fei, Young Master Ye invites you."

Yang Fei paused, then smiled slightly, "Alright!"

On the deck, the calm and gentle Ye stood with his hands behind his back.

He gazed at the boundless sea, not uttering a word.

Behind him, on a stretcher bed, lay the corpse of Pei Yong, covered with a white cloth.

Yang Fei walked over.

Ye turned around, his forehead's golden hair glittering.

Ye looked at Yang Fei indifferently: "Pei Yong is dead."

Yang Fei smiled bitterly, "It seems so."

Ye's gaze was like a deep, quiet spring.

He spoke leisurely, "Just last night, he was fine."

"You had a fight with him, and then he died. Don't you have anything to say?"

Yang Fei shook his head, "What I say now, do you think it would be of any use?"

Ye nodded in agreement, "No use."

He didn't wait for Yang Fei to speak and merely sighed lightly.

"However, I believe you are not the murderer because he died from poisoning."

Ye looked at Yang Fei with a smile that was not quite a smile.

"As I know, the Envoy of the Purple Azure Dragon was indeed killed by Xue Mingtai, but the Azure Dragon Envoy died by your hand."

"If you wanted to kill Pei Yong, you wouldn't need to use poison."

At this, Yang Fei was actually surprised.

"Pei Yong actually died from poisoning, that's really strange."

He walked up to Pei Yong's corpse and lifted the cloth covering it to examine closely.

Pei Yong's expression was extremely fearful as if he had encountered some particularly terrifying monster.

His eyes were wide open, and his skin was bluish.

His teeth, lips, and nails were all tinged with a blue-black color.

He indeed had died from poisoning.

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