Shen Leyou was, of course, looking for Tang Fei's weakness.

When his punch landed on Tang Fei's chest, he instinctively thought Tang Fei would reveal a flaw.

Such a serious injury...

Is it possible not to have some little problems like back pain, leg cramps?

In a duel between experts, every move can be fatal.

Spring breezes, winter snow, one withered leaf.

A tiny flaw can decide the outcome of a battle and the life and death of a person.

And Tang Fei was also waiting for Shen Leyou to reveal a flaw while he was searching for his own.

In the end, he found it.

"You're not hurt?" Shen Leyou looked at Tang Fei with disbelief.

"I am hurt," Tang Fei said, "but not as badly as you think."

He was wearing the Evil God Cloak, which helped him withstand most of the Fist Power.

He also took a red pill given by Evil God Brother, which immediately adjusted his internal energy, stabilized the Yin Yang Qi, and strengthened his body, providing an invincible buff for thirty seconds...

In contrast, Shen Leyou only wore a silk nightgown from Dongguo Chenxi.

This attire also increased his bloodlust and combat ability, but obviously, Shen Leyou used it in the wrong place...

So, Tang Fei's knife was firmly inserted into his flesh, fully endured and digested by Shen Leyou.

"I took a punch from you."

"That's right."

"You bled."

"Yes," Tang Fei nodded, "the blood is real, but it shouldn't be that much."

"That pause just now..."

"That was entirely an act."

"My wound won't stop bleeding..."

"Oh, that's because I put a wisp of Netherworld Energy on the Dog Leg Knife... Once the poison enters the body, it will affect your True Qi circulation, and then it will corrode your internal organs..."

"Of course, the most important thing is that it prevents the bleeding from stopping..."

During the fight with Tang Fei, Shen Leyou's wound kept bleeding.

It never stopped.

In this rise and fall, the result of the battle between Tang Fei and Shen Leyou was without suspense.

It was already determined from the start.

"Treacherous and devious scum." Shen Leyou scolded angrily.

"Thank you for the compliment," Tang Fei was indifferent to it.

Killing Shen Leyou would complete his mission for this trip.

"If I die, you won't live either." Shen Leyou cursed fiercely.

His body suddenly lit up with a bright silver glow, a sign of burning his life force.

Exhausting all the Yin Yang Qi within him to seize a...

chance to kill Tang Fei.

His body shot out like a cannonball, completely ignoring the Dog Leg Knife embedded in his body.

Shen Leyou's target was the belt on the sofa, where the alarm device for Fengming Palace was kept.

As long as he pressed it, the entire Fengming Palace would instantly go into alert and defense mode, not even a fly could escape.

Even in death, he would take someone down with him.

This was a fine tradition of the Shen Family.

Whoosh!

Tang Fei's body moved faster, the Dog Leg Knife in his hand swift and relentless as it slashed toward Shen Leyou's neck.

Scratch!

A head engulfed in silvery flames flew away.

The remaining half of the body continued to rush forward, then slammed harshly against the wall.

Bam!

It slowly slid down.

Shen Leyou was dead.

Cut in two with one knife.

Tang Fei's body landed softly, glancing at the two bodies on the ground...

Hmm, very bloody, very alluring.

The black silk nightgown worn by Shen Leyou was soaked in blood, turning it a reddish-brown color.

After finishing the affair, he would leave with a flick of the cloak, hiding his identity and name deeply.

This was the self-cultivation of a top assassin.

As Tang Fei was preparing to leave quietly, he suddenly found that his body was difficult to move.

Not just his body, but also his spirit.

His Qi mechanism was locked, his spirit under extreme pressure and confinement.

An overwhelming force approached like a towering mountain, like monstrous waves, making it impossible to muster any resistance.

This feeling...

This feeling was not unfamiliar to him.

At the White Crane Mountain Peak, when Xuanyuan Mingjing asked him to draw his sword, it was the same feeling.

His body couldn't move, and the sword in his hand refused to strike.

He had a strong sense that a slight move would lead to death.

"Great Grandmaster?" An absurd thought sprouted in Tang Fei's mind.

Why would a Great Grandmaster reside in Fengming Palace?

Xuanyuan Mingjing... did his mentor hide in Fengming Palace?

Is he protecting the Zhong Royal Family, or did he choose the Shen Family... choose Shen Xinglan?

Am I ultimately not as good as him?

Master...

The heart aches deeply.

Just like being dumped by a heartless woman.

In an instant, his heart and mind tangled.

Tang Fei was in a chaotic mess, unable to express his suffering.

He could feel that the pressure was becoming heavier, like the opponent was heavily increasing the load.

But Tang Fei knew it was just the opponent rapidly closing in.

The closer they got, the greater the pressure.

Earlier, the opponent was casting spells from a distance.

In the blink of an eye, a short, robed old man appeared in front of Tang Fei.

His body hovered in mid-air, soundlessly, with no expression on his face, looking like a black ghost.

If ordinary people saw it, they would think Fengming Palace was haunted.

"Who dares intrude into Fengming Palace at night?"

Zhong Daoling scrutinized Tang Fei before his gaze fell on the two bodies inside the room.

Shen Leyou was headless, Dongguo Chenxi was naked...

Utterly disgraceful.

A Great Grandmaster discards worldly desires and attachments, their mind greater than ordinary people.

Thus, they were neither pleased nor saddened by this.

"Who are you?" Tang Fei responded, pushing out each word as if it took all his strength.

Seeing that the person was not his master Xuanyuan Mingjing, Tang Fei's mood improved significantly, and it was as if the burden on him also lessened.

Master... He didn't make a choice.

He still loves me.

A heartless woman hurts the heart, a heartless master... leaves one soul-crushed.

The might of a Great Grandmaster is earth-shattering.

Though Tang Fei was a Small Grandmaster, facing a Great Grandmaster, he was like an ant shaking a tree—a laughable pursuit.

Each rank is a mountain, each realm a world.

A Small Grandmaster and a Great Grandmaster, though only one word apart, are worlds apart.

"Zhong Daoling." The Black Robe Taoist expressionlessly stated his name.

"I don't recognize it." Tang Fei said in a deep voice.

Of course, he knew Zhong Daoling; he was Zhong Daolong's cousin, Phoenix's uncle.

This man devoted to Taoism, reached the Grandmaster Realm at a young age, and later became a peak Great Grandmaster in Martial Arts like Xuanyuan Mingjing.

Tang Li and the old man Lu Yu were once known as the Imperial Double Wall under the former... oh, the former former emperor.

But in Martial Arts, Zhong Daoling and his master Xuanyuan Mingjing were known as the "Imperial Pillars."

No wonder the Zhong Royal Family collapsed; as everyone knows, a triangle is the most stable shape.

The Zhong Dynasty lacked a third leg.

The collapse of the Zhong Royal Family can be said to be driven by him.

And now the Zhong Family had come for him...

Wait, that was Tang Fei's doing...

What he, Tang Fei, did had nothing to do with me, Wang Lin?

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