"Uncle Fuu!"

Yang Fei exclaimed with delight.

This elder, Yang Fei knew him.

He was the mysteriously vanished Afu from the Yi Family Ancestral Temple.

Afu claimed he was Yang Fei's senior uncle.

However, Yang Fei had never asked his master, and he didn't dare to address him casually.

Afu hobbled over to Yang Fei.

"You little rascal, how come wherever I go, I find you fighting with someone?"

"If your master knew how incompetent you are, he'd be pissed to death…"

At that point, he suddenly halted, as if he had said something wrong.

Just as Yang Fei was about to say something, Afu walked over to Sword Emperor.

He gently touched the edge of Sword Emperor's blade.

"Kid, you're pretty good with that blade of yours, but you're getting on in years, so stop bullying the youngsters,"

"Let me tell you, Yang Fei here hasn't recovered his cultivation."

"Otherwise, ten guys like you wouldn't even stand up to one of his fingers."

"I suffered at his hands back in the day."

Sword Emperor only felt a blur before him, and his long blade was caught by his fingers.

And while Afu spoke,

his Essence Qi circulated rapidly, making three successive attempts to summon all his strength to pull out the blade.

But when Afu's finger rested on it,

the pressure was as heavy as Mount Tai.

No matter what Sword Emperor did, he couldn't budge the edge of the blade.

Afu looked at Sword Emperor, a playful smile on his face, as though he found it amusing.

Miao Yifeng's eyes narrowed, and suddenly with a snap, the long blade broke into three pieces.

He staggered back more than a dozen steps, feeling his qi-blood churning in his chest, nearly spitting out fresh blood.

Afu seemed somewhat surprised that his long blade was broken.

"Not bad kid, but you're not worth me taking action. Scram!"

Miao Yifeng turned and walked away.

Only to hear Afu say indifferently, "Go back and tell that kid, the Demon Emperor,"

"I don't get involved in Mortal World affairs, but within these three months, no one from the Heavenly Demon Alliance is allowed in the Southern Thirteen Provinces."

"If I see even one of you, I'll head to the Heavenly Demon Alliance headquarters and wipe out your lot."

"After three months, I have something to take care of and will be leaving."

"At that time, you can fight all you want, flip the heavens and the earth for all I care."

Afu's voice was very calm, as if he was making idle chat.

But for some reason, it carried an authority that commanded the world, making it impossible for anyone to disobey.

Miao Yifeng turned around, bowed respectfully to Afu with clasped fists.

"I hope that the elder will keep his word."

His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, looked at Yang Fei.

"In that case, Mr. Yang Fei, in three months, I will come to your door to seek your guidance."

After saying this, Miao Yifeng turned and left.

In the distance, the sound of police sirens filled the city, racing towards this location.

Such a major traffic accident had quickly alerted the traffic police.

Even after Sword Emperor had left, Yang Fei and the others had yet to react.

Could it be that the carefully orchestrated assassination scheme by the Heavenly Demon Alliance was dismissed by Afu with just a few words?

Afu looked at the dazed Yang Fei, who was still looking at him, and gave a slight smile.

"What's wrong, don't you recognize me? Call me."

Yang Fei called out "Uncle Fuu" unwillingly, his mind still in shock.

Afu gave him a hard knock on the head.

"What Uncle Fuu? Call me senior uncle."

"I'll tell you again, that Old Fox is not your master."

Yang Fei let out a yelp of pain.

"Senior uncle, my master's name is Shou Jingwu, not the Old Fox."

"Who is my real master then?"

Afu paused for a moment, then realized and started cursing.

"The Old Fox changed his name to Shou Jingwu?

"Damn, he was scared witless, naming himself after longevity, hoping to live a long and prosperous life, that worthless creature."

Yang Fei felt indignant.

"Uncle Fuu, if you keep talking about my master like that, I'll have to be impolite."

Afu flew into a rage.

"I'll tell you one more time, your master is not the Old Fox."

"Damn it, how can I make this clear to you?"

Just at that moment, Mad Blade rushed over.

"Yang Fei, senior, the police are coming. We need to get out of here fast," he said.

Xiao Xuanya flashed a seductive smile.

"You guys go ahead, I'll stay behind to deal with the car accident scene. Call me later," she said.

Afu stopped arguing with Yang Fei, and the three of them quickly left the scene.

Afu seemed very angry but he refrained from mentioning Yang Fei's real master, cursing all the way.

Yang Fei and Mad Blade exchanged wry smiles.

Afu's character is just like that of a hooligan.

I really don't understand how he managed to cultivate his peerless Martial Arts?

Seemingly filled with rage, Afu suddenly yelled out.

"I'm leaving, don't look for me, or I'll bust your balls," he shouted.

His figure blurred, moving incredibly fast.

In the dim light, he suddenly vanished without a trace.

Yang Fei was shocked.

"Uncle Fu, don't go, I still have so many questions to ask you," he called out.

"Stop asking, in three months' time, I'll be leaving," came the response.

"If by then you still can't beat the Sword Emperor, just blame your own lack of ability," the voice drifted, ethereal and elusive, its direction unknowable.

"Hey, Uncle Fu, where are you going?" Yang Fei stamped his foot and shouted.

But this time, there was no reply from Afu.

The street was bustling with traffic and crowds, as if he had just evaporated from the human world.

Mad Blade and Fan Yi looked all around.

But they never saw that limping figure again.

Mad Blade clicked his tongue in admiration.

"Instructor, your Uncle Master is so cool," he said.

"Damn, with just a flick of his finger, he subdued the Sword Emperor. He's really like an immortal."

Yang Fei let out a long sigh.

"What the hell was I like before I turned eighteen?"

"All these old monsters are so mysterious."

"My master is like this, and so is this Uncle Fu."

Fan Yi sighed deeply.

"I wonder if Uncle Fu's word alone can withstand the Heavenly Demon Alliance?"

Mad Blade bared his teeth and grinned.

"Don't worry, it definitely will. Didn't you see the Sword Emperor's face turn pale?"

"Uncle Fu is so freaking cool, with one sentence he scared the Sword Emperor so bad he nearly wet his pants, hahaha."

Yang Fei sighed again and then straightened up.

"It doesn't matter, even if the Heavenly Demon Alliance doesn't back off."

"I'll have a way to deal with all these various evil beings."

He shrugged his shoulders and sighed dejectedly.

"Let's go find a place to wait for Xuanya to come back," he suggested.

Mad Blade laughed gleefully at the misfortune.

"This battle of ours, even if we haven't won," he said.

"We haven't lost either, but those guys from the Heavenly Demon Alliance are going to suffer."

"I really want to see the Demon Emperor's face now, hahaha."

Yang Fei stopped in his tracks and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"The Heavenly Demon Alliance is intent on targeting the Dragon God Hall."

"This time, we'll teach them a harsh lesson."

On the Qingmeng Grassland, Damudo and his group set up Mongolian yurts by the roadside.

Having flown from Zhonghai to Baotou, Damudo was now preparing to return to the Kèdáqìn headquarters.

It was deep into the night.

They decided to camp overnight and continue their journey the next morning.

From a distance, the Mongolian yurts looked like giant flowers blossoming in the night, drawing attention.

Meanwhile, in the nearby bushes, five or six figures stealthily approached the yurts.

This group moved swiftly and with robust physiques.

The one leading them was tall, with an iron complexion and expressionless face.

He looked like a zombie, chilling to the bone at first glance.

This man was Wang Hui, a disciple of the Sorcerer Demon King, under the Heavenly Demon Alliance.

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