The Sword Emperor smiled faintly.

"I've heard that the Martial God wields the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army, invincible under the heavens. I have immense admiration for him, don't laugh at me."

Yang Fei, himself a martial artist, understood and respected the Sword Emperor's unwavering pursuit of the Sword Dao.

He patted the Sword Emperor on the shoulder.

"Take care, the doors of Yinxue Tower will always be open for you."

As he spoke, he pulled out another bank card and stuffed it into the Sword Emperor's pocket.

"There's some money in here; the password is written on the back of the card. Use it as you need."

"For those who practice cultivation, the way, wealth, location, and partner are essential; wealth cannot be lacking."

These two bank cards were prepared overnight by Sister Xueyi at Yang Fei's request.

The Sword Emperor and Spider Woman had acted righteously, and Yang Fei never let his friends suffer.

This one hundred million US dollars is something an ordinary person couldn't save even in ten lifetimes.

However, the Sword Emperor, wholly focused on Sword Dao cultivation, felt nothing for such a vast fortune.

He didn't refuse, giving Yang Fei a courteous salute before turning to leave.

The Sword Emperor took a few steps, then suddenly turned back, his expression extremely grave.

"My junior brother, the Sword Emperor, has mastered the Blade Gang, and I can't even defeat him."

"If you happen to encounter him, be very careful."

Yang Fei let out a bitter laugh and raised his hand in salute.

"Don't worry, I have some misunderstandings with Brother Sword Emperor, but it's nothing."

The Sword Emperor nodded and gave Yang Fei a long, deep look: "Take care."

With that, he turned and left.

The Sword Emperor's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, and the Mad Blade approached, somewhat puzzled.

"Instructor, the Sword Emperor is a Super Divine Power master. Why didn't you keep him?"

Yang Fei wailed: "Do you think I didn't want to?"

"That old fellow, the Sword Emperor, invincible with one blade, is even more dangerous now that he's in hiding. He could strike at any time."

"But the Sword Emperor is his junior brother, and I would never force brothers to fight each other."

The Mad Blade looked at Yang Fei with amusement.

"If you couldn't keep him, then you couldn't. Why wear such a mournful face?"

Yang Fei sighed, feeling a little discontented.

"I could have used the Sword Emperor to deal with that Sword Emperor, but I gave up the chance."

"Damn it, I've actually turned a new leaf, stopped doing bad things, and my conscience is uneasy."

The Mad Blade laughed heartily, punching him on the shoulder.

"Get lost, you rascal. You're just a rogue. The Sword Emperor will fall into your trap sooner or later."

Without a word, Yang Fei unleashed a Dragon Claw Hand, a chilling wind blowing straight at the Mad Blade's crotch.

The Mad Blade jumped in fright, covered his vital parts, and ran off.

Yang Fei glared after him, veins bulging in anger.

"You're slandering your superior. Don't even think about getting a share of the bounty this time."

The big issue in Yasako had been resolved, and Yang Fei prepared to leave with the Changfeng Squad, bidding farewell to the Crow.

The Crow, with deep loyalty, divided half of the gold they had excavated from the treasure trove with the Changfeng Squad.

A total of fifteen tons of gold, amounting to six or seven tons for the Changfeng Squad.

However, Yang Fei, having obtained two billion US dollars from the Sang Country Military, insisted on not taking the Crow's spoils.

The Crow was a person who knew his limits.

He understood that without Yang Fei, his life might have been lost to a powerful "god."

Despite Yang Fei's repeated refusals, the Crow persisted in splitting the treasury's gold fifty-fifty.

Finally, with no way to refuse further, Yang Fei agreed to take one-third.

These five tons of gold were then sent by crow's men to Dragon Island, entrusted to Ye for disposal.

At this moment, Yang Fei, with Lanting Group in one hand and Dragon God Hall in the other, had become a colossal force, both domestically and abroad.

In this regard, Yang Fei was already qualified to contest for the position of the great owls in the global underworld.

Following the Changfeng Squad's rule, this expedition was still conducted according to the bounty dividend system.

Calculating this way, the highest dividend went surprisingly to Cui Xiang.

This guy received over sixty million US dollars from one deal, equivalent to more than three hundred million Huaxia currency.

The money made Fatty Cui laugh heartily.

And other Changfeng Team Members also received tens of millions of US dollars, each one's net worth exceeding hundreds of millions.

In fact, for many people, these bounties were no longer significant.

A nobler belief gradually purified the soul of each individual.

Witnessing the human hell in Yasako, each heart swelled with pride for the mighty Huaxia motherland.

For the country's prosperity and power, and enduring peace and stability.

All Changfeng Team Members were willing to guard Huaxia with their lives and blood.

An underground world bunch such as this.

After successive bloody battles, they forged a proud military soul, committed to the nation and the people, unregretful even in the face of death.

The changes in Yasako City's situation touched the hearts of countless major figures.

Inside a prison in Huaxia, the Demon Emperor and Sword Emperor sat in silent desolation.

The Demon Emperor continued to brew tea, his movements orderly and coherent.

Yet, his face no longer carried that leisurely, carefree expression.

The Sword Emperor harbored a simmering anger, a formidable killing intent emanating from his entire being.

The Demon Emperor's purple clay pot poured out bright golden tea.

Amidst the misty steam, he sighed lightly.

"Brother Miao, there's no need to be so upset. If the deal falls through, we'll find other ways."

The Sword Emperor snorted: "It's my junior brother who angers me."

"That muddle-head got himself mixed up with Yang Fei."

The Demon Emperor smiled faintly.

"The Sword Emperor and we are fundamentally not of the same path, though I didn't expect him to side with Yang Fei."

He placed the purple clay pot back, waved his sleeve.

"However, this shows the prowess of Yang Fei."

"Though his martial arts seem negligible to you and me, his ability to influence others cannot be underestimated."

The Sword Emperor's anger deepened.

"Yang Fei, that punk, I'll kill him sooner or later."

The Demon Emperor nodded in agreement.

"Currently, Huaxia's National Security has intervened, and our situation grows increasingly passive. Indeed, Yang Fei must die."

He casually glanced at the Sword Emperor, sighing lightly.

"I regard Brother Miao as a confidant, reluctant to hastily deploy you. But this time, I must ask for your intervention."

His gaze suddenly sharpened.

"I originally didn't want too much conflict with Yang Fei over two billion US dollars. But this time, he swallowed my funds, he leaves me no choice but to strike hard."

The Sword Emperor stood, respectfully saluting the Demon Emperor.

"In that case, leave Yang Fei to me."

The Demon Emperor nodded, stood up, bypassed the Sword Emperor's salute, and offered a slight bow.

"I rely on you, Brother Miao. I will arrange the escape route."

"Once Brother Miao sweeps through Lanting Group and secures the funds, we will immediately leave the country."

At this, he smiled slightly.

"Perhaps, once we are abroad, there will be a whole new world."

The Sword Emperor nodded, asking not of Demon Emperor's plan.

After so many years together, the Sword Emperor had profound trust in the Demon Emperor.

Just as the Demon Emperor trusted him.

At this moment, Yang Fei had just emerged from Yannan Airport.

He sneezed sharply, a chill sweeping through his body.

The Turtle Extreme within his heart emitted a sharp warning.

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