Yang Fei was startled.

From the old Taoist's calm words, he faintly sensed a warning.

However, the old Taoist merely mentioned it casually and refused to speak further.

Daoist Qingfeng escorted Yang Fei and Liang Jiayi out of Crane Pine Observatory and slowly closed the courtyard gate.

Liang Jiayi was quite excited yet somewhat puzzled.

As they walked and talked, the moonlight stretched their shadows long.

"Yang Fei, what exactly is the method of sleeping and breathing that Master mentioned?"

Yang Fei smiled mysterically.

"Jiayi, do you want to remain youthful forever, with skin that's naturally white and tender without cosmetics?"

Liang Jiayi smiled gently.

"Of course, that's every girl's dream."

Yang Fei laughed heartily.

"Then that's settled. Follow the master in his cultivation, and do whatever he tells you to."

"I guarantee you'll still look as young and beautiful at fifty as you do now."

Liang Jiayi spat lightly, "Wouldn't that make me a monster?"

"Hehe, but that sounds really nice."

Yang Fei was about to say more when suddenly the Turtle Extreme inside his body emitted a sharp alarm.

He grabbed Liang Jiayi and rolled forward.

Simultaneously, he felt a severe pain in his lower back, already wounded by a sharp weapon.

This shock was not small for Liang Jiayi.

Yang Fei had already focused on a large pine tree three meters behind him, "Who's there?"

A shrill laugh came from behind the large pine tree.

"Yang Fei, you're finally alone. Today is your day to die."

The man slowly revealed himself.

A gaunt man, with eyes the color of crimson as if they were two clusters of ghost fire.

In his hand, he held a long knife, from which drops of fresh blood dripped.

The Sorcerer Demon King!

Yang Fei was shocked and instinctively moved in front of Liang Jiayi.

He could never have imagined that this relentless fellow had followed him to Jiuan County.

The Martial Arts Realm of the Sorcerer Demon King was even higher than Yang Fei's.

Moreover, this guy had cultivated some Dharma Door, making his body hard as steel, nearly like a turtle shell.

Not only that, but the Sorcerer Demon King's Qi-Blood was vast, and his strength was even greater than Chijin's.

Liang Jiayi, who had never seen such vendettas in the Mortal World, trembled in fear.

Yang Fei lowered his voice.

"Don't be afraid. Once the fight breaks out, run quickly towards Crane Pine Observatory."

"Once you're there, you'll be safe."

Wham!

Liang Jiayi hadn't yet had the chance to speak when Yang Fei's head suddenly felt as if it had been struck by a heavy mallet.

He staggered momentarily.

And Liang Jiayi let out a moan, her body going limp as she fell backward.

She passed out.

Yang Fei caught Liang Jiayi, letting her lie flat on the grass beside him.

Yang Fei turned around, his gaze fierce, "You again?"

Next to Sorcerer Demon King, a burly dwarf appeared.

He showed his yellowed teeth in a fierce grin.

"Yang Fei, because you dared to oppose the Demon Emperor, today is your day to die."

Only now did Yang Fei understand the origins of these two fellows.

He chuckled coldly,

"Are you people from the Heavenly Demon Alliance?"

The Sorcerer Demon King's long knife turned, its cold light flickering.

"Correct, I am Sorcerer Demon King, and the one beside me is the Puppet King."

The Puppet King's smile under the moonlight was particularly terrifying.

"The Demon Emperor has no time to deal with you, but you killed the King of Golden Poison, Silver Poison King, and severely injured the Sorcery King."

"We can't just ignore this account,"

Yang Fei suddenly realized where the unease in his heart over the past few days had come from.

It turned out that after their last encounter, these two guys had incessantly followed him.

He chuckled coldly, "You really are patient, to have followed me all the way to Jiuan County."

"Tonight, you will see how formidable I am."

In the Mortal World, a feud required no reason.

The Sorcerer Demon King let out a long howl, and the Essence Qi above his head surged straight towards the heavens.

In the blink of an eye, he had charged to Yang Fei's face, his long sword conjuring thousands of sword shadows, slashing down towards Yang Fei's head.

Meanwhile, the Puppet King drew two daggers, holding them reversed in each hand, advancing step by step.

He moved with the agility of a mountain cat, following behind the Sorcerer Demon King, unpredictable in his movements.

The combined assault of these two immediately placed an unprecedented heavy pressure on Yang Fei.

If the Sorcerer Demon King was a hungry wolf,

then the Puppet King was like a coiled snake, flicking its tongue venomously.

He was poised to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

The Sorcerer Demon King's long sword whistled through the air, its blade gleaming like snow under the moonlight, scattering chilly rays.

Yang Fei, however, employed the Yu Step, dodging and weaving through their attacks.

His bare palms, under the Sorcerer Demon King's blade, employed capturing, hooking, and poking techniques, full of ingenious moves.

He blended the traditional fist techniques of various schools with the effective strikes of modern Sanda and free combat.

The more the Sorcerer Demon King fought, the more alarmed he became.

He had never seen such complex yet exquisite boxing techniques.

Each move was well-honed, grand and mysterious, and merged into one like the vast ocean.

Suddenly, Yang Fei roared loudly, his palm striking the back of the Sorcerer Demon King's blade.

His hand, following the motion, rolled up silently activating the Dark Force.

Crack!

A loud clash of metal echoed as the Sorcerer Demon King's long sword broke inch by inch.

"Damn, you actually mastered the Cow Tongue Wrap Grass. Impressive,"

The Sorcerer Demon King exclaimed in shock, staggering backward involuntarily.

Cow Tongue Wrap Grass was a pinnacle technique among Ancient Martial Arts for disarming an opponent barehanded.

A cow's tongue is extremely soft.

Yet, no matter the thorns or barbs, a cow can roll them with its tongue into its mouth and then chew with its teeth.

This is the cow's unique skill when razing the grass.

The tongue's utmost softness means the thorns don't harm, followed by the hard teeth that crush the food.

In the hands of a real Martial Arts Master,

this natural ability becomes the ultimate skill for entering a blade unarmed.

Yang Fei's palm was exceedingly soft and resilient, making it impossible for the blade edge to harm his palm.

After wrapping around the blade's back, this soft strength immediately transformed into immensely tough and strong power.

With such a twist and turn, the long sword was immediately crushed by his palm strength.

The principle might sound simple,

but both rigid strength and soft strength need to be practiced to perfection to be utilized properly.

The precise timing, the variation in force from soft to rigid, all are indispensable.

This skill of Cow Tongue Wrap Grass, even the Sorcerer Demon King had only heard of it and had never mastered it, no wonder he was so astonished.

Yang Fei chuckled and, with a palm strike, split the monument, attacking the unsteady Sorcerer Demon King.

The Sorcerer Demon King, barely managing to handle the palm strike, was pushed back three or four steps by Yang Fei's Extreme Force.

Hum!

At that moment, Yang Fei's head spun again.

On both sides of his Taiyang acupoint, blood seemed to burst out.

Mental Impact!

Yang Fei's body swayed, staggering backward.

For some reason, the power of this Mental Impact was several times stronger than the last time.

Yang Fei's head swirled, his brain as if it was invaded by thousands of bees, his ears buzzing loudly.

The Puppet King let out a loud howl, holding the two daggers upside down, and dashed over.

His two daggers swiped horizontally and speared vertically, unstoppable!

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