Yang Fei, fearing more ambushes in the darkness, immediately stopped in his tracks.

He went back to check.

The burly man who had attacked him had his eyes wide open but was no longer breathing.

He had been killed by the Elephant Tremor Force unleashed by Yang Fei, which shattered his internal organs.

No matter how strong his Qi-Blood was, in the end, he could not survive.

This fierce battle had lasted no more than two or three minutes from start to finish, yet it was extremely dangerous.

The enemy's spirit of self-sacrifice to take him down even made Yang Fei secretly shudder.

Such a fierce enemy, to which power did he belong?

Yang Fei checked the big man's body but found no clues whatsoever.

He could only shake his head helplessly, preparing to leave.

However, for some reason, Yang Fei always felt as though he was being watched.

It seemed as if someone from afar was observing this scene.

Instinctively, Yang Fei looked at a tall building in the northwest direction.

It was a newly constructed building, not yet fully completed, with only the main structure finished.

Without hesitation, Yang Fei dashed toward it.

On the eleventh floor of the northwest high-rise, in front of the window of a room,

an elderly man in a black trench coat was using an infrared night-vision telescope.

He watched from above the vicious fight in the alley.

When he saw Yang Fei almost killed the swordsman as his sword flew from his hand,

the old man's face jolted, his hair standing on end as if electrified.

The Essence Qi on the top of his head rose tangibly, and a grinding noise came from beneath his feet.

With a somber expression, the old man murmured to himself.

"Within two minutes, Lord Nu Ye died, Sect Leader Songquan of One Blade Flow is crippled, terrifying indeed."

"It is unexpected that Huaxia, after the Martial God, has produced such a martial arts prodigy."

Behind him stood a young man.

This young man was precisely the student who had competed in martial arts with Yang Fei at Yannan University during the day.

The young man's face was pale, his face wrapped in gauze—it was he who had his teeth knocked out by Yang Fei in the daytime.

The young man looked anxiously at the elder.

"Uncle, could this person be more formidable than the Martial God?"

"It seems he didn't use his full strength when I sparred with him during the day."

The old man's telescope was still focused on Yang Fei in the alley.

He sighed and said, "Of course he didn't use his full strength in a public sparring match."

"Otherwise, how would you still be alive?"

He muttered, "This ancient nation of Huaxia follows the principle of moderation."

"The nation might seem weak and easily bullied, but every decade or so, one or two outstanding masters always emerge.

Li Jinglin over a hundred years ago, Elder Wang Ziping, and the Martial God from ten years ago were all such individuals."

"In recent years, the vitality of Huaxia Martial Arts has gradually declined, yet this young man has risen again."

"This is a major obstacle to the revival of our Sang Country Martial Arts and national resurgence."

The young man clenched his teeth: "Perhaps, uncle, you're overestimating this person."

"Besides, our Sang Country Jing Kongzhao, her martial arts have reached a mystical and profound Realm."

"She dominates the world, and no one can compare with her."

The old man's eyes brightened.

"What kind of person is Lord Jing Kongzhao? How can these insignificant ants be mentioned in the same breath as her?"

"Remember my words, no matter the genius, once dead, they are no different from ordinary people."

He said lightly with a smile.

"Perhaps our Yi He Family can contribute to the rise of Sang Country Martial Arts this time."

The young man's eyes lit up: "Uncle, do you mean..."

The elder said lightly, "Let's go, he has already sensed our presence."

"We must not let this person live. After returning to Zhonghai, I will have a detailed discussion with Professor Chen."

As soon as the two had left, Yang Fei arrived at that level of the building.

Almost instinctively, he burst into the room.

There were cigarette butts on the ground with the footprints of two people.

Yang Fei was certain he had found the right place.

Suddenly, his gaze settled on two shallow footprints by the window, and he was startled.

These footprints weren't deeply indented; instead, the middle was bulged while the edges were concaved.

Cracks appeared on the cement floor.

To the untrained eye, these footprints seemed unremarkable.

However, Yang Fei was an expert, and he instantly recognized the skill of the person who left them.

This person's Martial Arts had reached the peak of the Danjin Realm.

All eight of their Extraordinary Meridians were open, and their blood circulated as fluidly as mercury.

When this master saw his swordsman in action, it triggered a murderous intent within him.

Their Essence Qi quickened its flow, forming a swirling vortex.

That's what caused the cement floor beneath their feet to slightly bulge upward.

The mere thought of killing was enough to make the floor bulge and crack.

One could only imagine how terrifying their Martial Arts skills must be!

Yang Fei didn't pursue further, instinctively sensing danger.

With his current Martial Arts Realm, even if he caught up to the enemy, he probably couldn't handle them.

He first called Zhang Shide.

He instructed Zhang Shide to secretly handle the body of the strong man who died in the old district.

Then, Yang Fei called Liu Chan to confirm her safety.

Over the phone, Liu Chan cried tears of joy.

"Brother Fei, I've been so worried about you, hearing your voice is such a relief."

Yang Fei chuckled, forcing a bit of cheer.

"It's alright, who do you think I am? The person who can take me down hasn't been born yet."

Twenty minutes later, Mad Blade drove Yang Fei's Land Rover to the area and picked up Yang Fei.

Mad Blade too found Yang Fei's encounter peculiar.

Yannan was Lanting Group's stronghold.

Even the people of the Underworld, including the Heavenly Demon Alliance, wouldn't dare to trespass so boldly.

Since the last time the Sorcery King had been severely wounded by Uncle Fu and fled,

no one from the Heavenly Demon Alliance had appeared again.

The two great Underground Forces had been at a temporary peace with each other.

Who dared to make an attempt on Yang Fei's life in Yannan?

The two of them discussed for a half in the car but couldn't find any leads.

Suddenly, Yang Fei remembered the students from Sang Country University who he dealt with earlier that day.

He had a sudden realization.

"Mad Blade, could it be that it was a master from the Underworld of Sang Country?"

"The swordsman's Sword Intent Condensing Dan resembles the techniques of One Blade Flow."

Mad Blade shook his head: "The Sect Master of One Blade Flow is a Great Grandmaster, upright and honorable."

"He wouldn't stoop to becoming an assassin; it's unlikely."

Yang Fei nodded, then his eyes lit up.

"I think I might know the identity of that swordsman."

"It's said that the Sect Master of One Blade Flow, Songquan He, has a younger brother named Songquan Ming."

"Once, he studied under the Martial Saint of Sang Country, Jing Kongzhao."

"Could it be that the assassin I encountered today was Songquan Ming?"

Mad Blade's eyes widened.

"Damn, if people from Sang Country are getting involved, this is getting more complicated."

"Strange, what do these unwelcome fellows want in Huaxia?"

Yang Fei shook his head.

"Who knows, but we can't let our guard down against the ambition of Sang Country people."

"When I get back, I'll immediately have Sister Xueyi issue the Lanting Queen's Decree."

"We'll mobilize the Underground Forces of the Thirteen Provinces of Jinan to track down these people."

Mad Blade nodded, speaking sternly, "They'd better not try anything funny."

"Otherwise, they'll have no one to blame but themselves."

As they talked, the Land Rover sped away.

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