Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Jin Biao took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Security guards are people too, and they have dignity. When Young Master Zong injures someone, he must give our guards justice."

Zong Qingzhi laughed heartily.

He stood up, wandered around the hall, and said indifferently.

"Only the strong can talk about justice and dignity. It's very simple if you want justice."

"As long as your fists are hard enough, I'm willing to lose face and apologize to the security guards, why not?"

Jin Biao took a deep breath, with a sharp gleam in his eyes.

"Since that's the case, let me represent my brothers and learn from Elder Patriarch Zong."

Zong Qingzhi sneered: "I'm old, the Kung Fu I learned before has long been abandoned."

"However, it's not like our Qingmen is without talent. There are plenty of people to spar with Minister Jin."

He clapped his hands, and a young man with a indifferent expression came out from the inner door of the hall and saluted Zong Qingzhi.

"Hello, Elder Patriarch."

Jin Biao couldn't help but be startled upon seeing this person.

Though this person appeared gaunt, his eyes flashed like lightning, obviously a Half-step Core Formation master.

There were only a few such masters in all of Sanhai City.

Zong Qingzhi picked up a covered bowl of tea and introduced lightly.

"This is Zong Yao, an emerging master of our Qingmen, one of the protector Twin Sticks. His intervention won't disgrace Minister Jin's status."

Jin Biao's heart chilled again, understanding that Qingmen's protector Twin Sticks were akin to Hongmen's Twin Flower Red Stick—the most powerful young martial arts masters within the sect.

"Please advise!"

Zong Yao said, planting his Cold Chicken Step with a light front foot and a heavy back foot, an imposing and fierce momentum immediately rolling out.

Jin Biao snorted, took off his Nike sports jacket, and assumed the initiation stance of the Eight Extremes Fist.

"Please!"

Jin Biao was definitely not easy to provoke, and since the other side was aggressive, he didn't plan to let it go easily.

The two young men, like fighting cocks, were ready to strike, each looking for the other's weak point.

Boom!

At that moment, the thick copper gate of the courtyard fell with a crash.

Amidst the flying dust, a large excavator, with its enormous mechanical arm, dug into the archway.

The gate and the surrounding walls collapsed with a clatter.

Jin Biao and Zong Yao were both startled, unable to fathom who had the nerve to forcibly demolish the Zong Family Courtyard.

Even someone as unruly as Jin Biao, when faced with a Qingmen issue, would only politely seek Elder Patriarch Zong's negotiation.

Whose audacity was this great?

Amidst the dust, Yang Fei in a camouflage suit cheered loudly.

"Good digging, dig it harder."

At the sight of Yang Fei, Zong Qingzhi stood up abruptly, his eyes like burning fire.

"It's you?"

Yang Fei had sent Young Master Zong to the police station, a move that had humiliated Qingmen from top to bottom, so Zong Qingzhi naturally recognized Yang Fei.

Jin Biao also hadn't expected Yang Fei to dare such an act, his heart nearly leaping out from fright.

He rushed out from the hall and stomped his foot, shouting at Yang Fei.

"Master Fang, you've caused big trouble. This is Qingmen's headquarters."

"You've desecrated their gate; the Qingmen disciples will fight desperately with you."

Yang Fei chuckled darkly, then turned vicious.

"I'm not only going to demolish the Zong Family Courtyard but also break that beast Young Master Zong's bones. Where is he?"

Seeing the expression on Yang Fei's face, like a beast on the prowl, Jin Biao's heart skipped a beat: "What's actually happened?"

Yang Fei gave a cold, sinister smile, his expression terrifying.

"Last night, not only did they beat up our security guards, but they also assaulted Shi Qianqian and another girl with a group of thugs."

"Tell me, doesn't that beast Young Master Zong deserve to die?"

Jin Biao was taken aback, shocked and angry, looking at Yang Fei in disbelief.

"Really?"

Paying him no heed, Yang Fei signaled behind him.

"I've come today to catch Young Master Zong. Will you dare to join me?"

Jin Biao, indignant and hot-blooded, exclaimed.

"Why wouldn't I dare? Let's do it, damn it."

As the two spoke, Zong Yao had already charged at Yang Fei, eyes bloodshot.

"Boy, you court death!"

He shouted, sending a punch toward Yang Fei, whooshing through the air with a bang.

Yang Fei chuckled coldly, grabbing Zong Yao's fist, and with Elephant Shock's great force erupted, crackling sounds ensued.

Zong Yao's palm and arm bones shattered completely, with many fractures piercing the muscles, exposed.

Zong Yao let out a miserable howl, his facial muscles contorting from the pain.

Yang Fei flew up a kick, striking Zong Yao's abdomen.

He flew out like a broken kite, his mouth full of blood trailing in the air.

Zong Qingzhi could hardly believe his eyes.

With Qingmen's Twin Sticks, Zong Yao was unparalleled among the young generation's masters.

Yet, against Yang Fei, he couldn't even take a single blow, reduced to a beaten hound.

Yang Fei signaled for the excavator to continue.

He strode toward Zong Qingzhi, with a momentum like a tiger breaking free, unstoppable.

Zong Qingzhi, an Old Fox, immediately recognized that Yang Fei was invincible, turning and running at once.

At that moment, the excavator rumbled, starting to dig into the wingrooms on one side of the courtyard.

Walls tumbled down, lush flowers and trees uprooted.

Yang Fei chased after Zong Qingzhi, his speed like lightning.

Jin Biao also charged at Zong Qingzhi, the two closing in.

Zong Qingzhi dashed into the hall, then through the back door of the hall.

Yang Fei missed catching him, kicking apart the tough pear-wood door.

Jin Biao slipped inside.

Bam!

With a muffled cry, Jin Biao flew straight out like a broken kite.

There was a palm print on his chest, and he spewed blood wildly from his mouth.

Yang Fei stepped forward, stabilizing his figure.

Jin Biao coughed up more blood, his face pale with fright.

"There are masters lying in ambush within."

Yang Fei nodded and patted his shoulder lightly.

"I'll go; be careful."

He leaped forward.

As soon as he entered the inner door, Yang Fei's Tortoise Mirror rotated within him.

He sensed a palm and a foot aimed at his chest and lower region.

Yang Fei lunged forward with a low stance, his left knee crashing hard into a person's shin.

Simultaneously, he grabbed another's wrist, retreating to drag him through the side door.

The man whose wrist was grabbed shouted and fiercely kicked at Yang Fei's abdomen with a venomous action.

Yang Fei let go of his wrist, bending his elbow, the tip meeting down with a crack.

The man's thigh bone snapped, his hands clutching his leg, spinning in circles.

Yang Fei's Sky Cannon Punch struck the man's jawbone.

The man's jaw shattered, and all his teeth fell out.

He spun like a windmill, landing on a table in the hall and rolling off.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Fei had injured two men.

His vicious moves made even Jin Biao's hair stand on end.

Someone in the inner door yelled: "Don't be arrogant, I'll teach you a lesson."

As they spoke, a man in his forties rushed out from the inner door.

His Qi and blood concentrated but undispersed, strong and thriving, clearly a Core Formation Stage master.

Another burly man followed in his steps.

His momentum was equally grand, Essence Qi surging out, scorching the skin.

Seeing this man's aura, Yang Fei squinted his eyes, a cold smile on his lips.

A master has finally appeared.

The fourth update will be delivered shortly.