Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The Qingmen is indeed unfathomable, even having two Core Formation experts in command, no wonder their sect disciples dare to act recklessly.

Yang Fei sneered slightly, stepping forward to shield Jin Biao.

His eyes fixed on the leading Core Formation expert: "Was it you who secretly harmed others?"

That Core Formation expert had a scar at the corner of his left eye, yet tattooed a vivid gecko there.

At this moment, he grinned hideously, the gecko seemed to be wriggling slightly too.

"So what if it was?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed a bewitching red glint flash in Yang Fei's eyes.

A surge of murderous aura emerged, his brain immediately disoriented.

The Core Formation expert was utterly horrified.

In the Martial Arts Realm he reached, his will was as firm as iron, indestructible.

Even if ten thunderbolts struck in clear weather, he would only think of them as ten farts from the heavens, how could a mere glance disturb his mind?

As he lost his bearings, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

It was Yang Fei who silently unleashed the Scale Shock Subsonic Wave, penetrating his body's defense and attacking his heart.

The Core Formation expert's heart throbbed with pain, dispersing the Essence Qi he was gathering all over his body.

Seizing the moment, Yang Fei dashed forward, striking his palm at the expert's chest.

The Core Formation expert was alarmed, the sound of wind and thunder roared in the air, how could he dare to take Yang Fei's palm directly.

The Core Formation expert retreated, but suddenly felt his limbs, entirely unresponsive, stiff beyond measure.

His body seemed to be bound by an invisible and intangible force, unable to move.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, Yang Fei's light palm landed on the Core Formation expert's chest.

The man groaned, his body flying out like a kite with a broken string, spurting blood wildly in mid-air.

He crashed heavily onto the rear door frame, breaking the solid wood frame and even causing half of a wall to collapse.

Sands and earth buried him entirely within, unable to catch a breath, he passed out instantly.

This Core Formation expert had just severely injured Jin Biao a minute ago, yet in the next second, he was beaten into a dead dog by Yang Fei.

Core Formation experts are extraordinary; even for Yang Fei, it took a masterful technique to seriously injure one.

However, in others' eyes, it was simply too shocking to be more shocking.

The two Great Protector Elders of Qingmen, Core Formation to Divine Communication, invincible as they were.

Yet, they couldn't withstand even a single move in the hands of this small security guard.

If this news got out, it would be truly terrifying.

Another Core Formation expert, who hadn't even sensed Yang Fei's Essence Qi, just saw his companion being blown away.

His eyes narrowed, utterly shocked.

At this moment, ten or so men in black surged from the back door.

Each of them holding a crossbow.

The crossbow arrows' sharp points glinted coldly, with a faint pungent smell, indicating the points were laced with poison.

Simultaneously, countless men in black surged from the front door of the hall, aiming crossbow arrows at Yang Fei and Jin Biao.

With so many crossbowmen, if they fired a barrage, no matter how skilled Yang Fei was, he couldn't avoid it, let alone protect Jin Biao.

"Hahaha, kid, you sure have guts to barge into the Zong Family Courtyard; now, I'll make sure there's no way you can escape."

Zong Qingzhi, who had just fled in panic, stepped out from the side door, full of smugness.

Yang Fei lowered his gaze, looking at him blandly.

"Oh really? Since I'm here, I never thought of escaping."

Zong Qingzhi saw his persistence in his words, snorted.

"Fine then, let you taste what it feels like to become a porcupine."

He waved his hand, just about to order the crossbowmen to shoot.

But heard a clang, as a card flew out, piercing Zong Qingzhi's throat amid the clashing of metal, destroying his vocal cords.

Zong Qingzhi clutched his throat with both hands, mouth agape, blood gushing out, and his body slumped to the ground.

Yang Fei struck successfully, seized the moment as the crossbowmen were in a daze, wrapped an arm around Jin Biao's waist, and rolled close to the ground.

The Extreme Tiger within him ran at its peak, and his speed climbed to the limit.

He left a series of afterimages, charging straight at the ten-plus crossbowmen by the side door.

The crossbowmen hurriedly fired their crossbows, but Yang Fei was already at their feet.

A row of dense poisoned arrows shot into the marble tiles under his previous position, embedding five inches deep.

Rolling to the feet of the crowd, Yang Fei executed a Thomas spin, his legs like windmills, delivering a volley of kicks.

Bam bam bam!

Amid successive explosions, seven or eight crossbowmen were kicked by Yang Fei, flying in all directions.

This effectively blocked the crossbowmen behind Yang Fei from shooting.

Yang Fei gave Jin Biao a push and shouted loudly.

"Go catch that bastard out, I'll cover."

With his push, Jin Biao somersaulted into the side door.

Just then, a dense array of crossbow arrows, with piercing whistling sounds, shot over from behind.

The penetration power of these arrows was remarkable, and since they were laced with poison, they couldn't be touched.

Yang Fei shouted, carrying half of the broken door on his back, blocking countless crossbow arrows.

His body moved backward, crashing into the hall fiercely.

In the hall, two or three men in black were knocked flying by Yang Fei, while more surrounded him.

Yang Fei wouldn't let them encircle him, half of the broken door flew out close to the ground.

Only the cracking sounds were heard, and countless men's calves were hit by the spinning door panel, immediately breaking.

At this moment, Yang Fei was murderous, pulling out a military dagger from his calf, the sharp blade flickering with a cold glint, as his body became a series of afterimages, crisscrossing back and forth.

With the sound of swift slashes, countless men in black screamed miserably.

In the shower of blood, many men in black only felt a chill on the back of their hands, with all tendons accurately severed by Yang Fei.

In an instant, men in black collapsed all over the place, clutching their arms to the ground, countless crossbow arrows scattered on the floor.

In this kind of close-combat, crossbow arrows were entirely useless.

And Yang Fei's movement was too fast, like lightning, even before countless men in black could see clearly, their tendons on hands and feet were severed.

They fell to the ground like autumn harvest rice stalks.

In a corner, Zong Qingzhi had already pulled out the card from his throat.

He watched his elite Qingmen disciples being slaughtered like chopping melons and vegetables by Yang Fei, deeply pained.

In the courtyard, two security guards were operating excavators, their demolition work was fervent.

And with Yang Fei attracting all the defensive forces, no one stopped them.

At this moment, Yang Fei's movement paused, an invisible and intangible force bound him, making him unable to move.

Martial Arts Energy Field!

The last Core Formation expert of Qingmen had made a move!

He wielded a dagger, swirling like a tornado, charging toward Yang Fei, the dagger emitting a sharp whistling sound, stabbing at Yang Fei's heart.

Yang Fei's Yu Step activated underfoot, spiraled half a circle, immediately dissolving the Core Formation expert's Martial Arts Energy Field.

He clutched the expert's pulse point, exerted his Divine Power, flipping him over his shoulder, and slammed him heavily to the ground.

Bam!

With a muffled sound, a large pit appeared on the ground, this Core Formation expert's spine shattered, blood spraying wildly from his mouth.

Despite this, he seemed not to feel the pain, staring at Yang Fei incredulously, with a look of disbelief.

In this world, how could someone break the Martial Arts Energy Field?