Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Old Baldy let out a long sigh.

"Nine Extremes? Hahaha, of course, I know, I also know."

"You are the designated Successor of the Nine Extremes and the last hope for all rebellious Martial Artists."

Yang Fei's heart pounded rapidly.

He sensed an infinite sadness in the old man's words, as if a great secret was about to be revealed.

"I don't know your distinguished name, elder. Have we met before?"

Old Baldy sneered: "Of course, we have met."

"You are the most valiant and outstanding genius under the Martial God's banner, how could I not have met you?"

Yang Fei found Old Baldy's attitude quite strange.

He seemed to deeply admire the Martial God, yet held a subtle hostility towards him.

Yang Fei only hoped the old man would speak a little more, so he might recall something from his lost memory.

At that moment, he remained silent, looking at Old Baldy expectantly.

However, Old Baldy seemed to realize he had misspoken about the Martial God and only sighed deeply.

"Alas, past events need not be mentioned again."

"I didn't listen to the Martial God back then and now suffer Divine Punishment, living a life worse than death, hiding here to finish my remaining days."

"What, you have also suffered Divine Punishment?"

Yang Fei was momentarily shocked.

The legendary Divine Punishment is a disaster only Spiritual Martial Arts Masters attract.

This means the withered, decrepit old man before him is a peerless master of the same level as Uncle Afu and others.

Old Baldy spoke as he staggered forward, as if not planning to chat with Yang Fei anymore.

Yang Fei repeatedly called out: "Elder, wait, I still have many things to ask you."

Old Baldy slowly turned back, his dim old eyes showing a desolate look.

"I'm just a defeated one, a living corpse, long indifferent to worldly matters. You should find someone else."

At this point, Old Baldy hesitated, a hint of warmth appearing in his eyes.

"I know you are not an ordinary person and won't stay here for long."

"Once you leave, find a girl named Wen Xiaoxiao. What she holds might be useful to you."

The old man sighed here.

"I've been retreating from the world for many years, don't even know how Wen Xiaoxiao is doing?"

At this, Yang Fei's eyes almost popped out.

"I know who you are, you are Xiaoxiao's grandfather, aren't you?"

The old man's body jolted, followed by a deep confusion.

"Who exactly are you, how do you know about Wen Xiaoxiao? Where is she?"

Seeing this unworldly old man suddenly become agitated, Yang Fei was even more convinced of his identity.

He recounted how he met Wen Xiaoxiao, neither exaggerating nor humbling himself.

The old man initially showed intense agitation but calmed down as he listened.

He sighed: "When the Heavenly Punishment descended, I was in chaos and couldn't explain things to her, so I left without a word."

"Xiaoxiao's parents are deceitful people, Xiaoxiao has truly suffered all these years."

As he finished, his tone softened.

"Once you leave, I hope you can take care of Xiaoxiao."

"In return, have her give you the memento I left her, okay?"

Yang Fei laughed heartily.

"Wen Xiaoxiao is my friend. I would take care of her even without your instruction, rest assured, elder."

At this point, Yang Fei was curious: "What crime did you commit exactly, elder?"

"How about I take you out, reunite you with Xiaoxiao's family, have them take care of you?"

Old Baldy gave a bitter smile.

"I'm merely using this murky place to avoid an inevitable disaster."

"That wretched Heaven rends right from wrong, since I've gone against destiny, I dare not go near Xiaoxiao."

"If, by chance, Heaven looks unfavorably upon her and brings disaster, it would be terrible."

Yang Fei found his words rather mysterious, yet they contained affection for Wen Xiaoxiao.

He did not insist, only making a solemn promise.

"Rest assured, elder, I will take good care of Xiaoxiao."

Old Baldy sorrowfully said: "You are not born an ordinary person, you cannot make casual promises to others."

"I only hope, if Xiaoxiao is ever in trouble, you can help her. If not, then let it be."

Yang Fei nodded, when suddenly a voice chuckled coldly.

"So Niu Ji is in your granddaughter's hands, Wen Taikang, I've finally found you."

An intensely dangerous aura descended upon them overwhelmingly.

This feeling was like a swarm of rattlesnakes raising their heads and flicking their tongues, making one's pores stand and skin chill.

This aura, Yang Fei knew all too well, unmistakably his old rival, the Demon Emperor.

Yang Fei found it unimaginable.

This fellow was ambushed by the Demon Army, riddled with bullets, yet unexpectedly slipped away.

He trafficked Huaxia people's Genetic Map, and when sending an email, was intercepted by Sky Net, thus exposing his hiding place.

Consequently, Yang Fei abandoned Zhong Xiang and arrived in Sanhai City to arrest him.

Yang Fei never imagined this old scoundrel would appear here.

And his aim was the Nine Extremes.

Old Baldy slowly turned around, the Demon Emperor's enormous sinister aura stirred his Battle Will

When Old Baldy turned fully, his hunchbacked spine was already straightened.

Simultaneously, a dazzling brilliance shone in his eyes, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out.

In that moment, Old Baldy seemed twenty years younger.

Yang Fei could even hear Old Baldy's blood flowing like the Yangtze River.

An avalanche-like powerful aura surged and expanded around them.

The Demon Emperor chuckled and said indifferently.

"I have checked countless materials and texts, only to learn that in the past, Yinxue Tower encountered a thunderstorm, and countless precious Martial Studies were reduced to ashes."

"However, the Nine Extremes, representing Yinxue Tower's highest martial achievement, was not destroyed."

"The Nine Extremes drifted among the populace, and Niu Ji, one of the Nine Extremes, was taken away by you, Wen Taikang."

Old Baldy snorted, his graying hair standing up like needles.

"So what if that's true?"

The Demon Emperor's eyes flared with passion.

"Give me Niu Ji, and I can give you anything in this world you desire."

Wen Taikang's eyes drooped: "Under Divine Punishment, what use is Niu Ji to you?"

The Demon Emperor burst into laughter, his expression incredibly ferocious.

"I already possess a Demi-God Physique, just imagine if I further cultivate the Nine Extremes, what Realm I could reach?"

"Haha, at that point, I will be the King of Ten Thousand Gods!"

Reaching this point, he was so thrilled he could scarcely contain himself.

"Let me tell you a secret: I have fused with the Divine Crystal, possessing God's power without undergoing Divine Punishment, this is much better than you all."

Yang Fei couldn't help but sneer.

"Fool, you fell for Zeus's trick without realizing it."

"The Divine Crystals of the Twelve Main Gods may grant you immense power, but you also must submit to Zeus's rule and control."

"To gain power at the cost of freedom is sheer stupidity."

The Demon Emperor snorted: "Once I gather the Nine Extremes, Zeus will be nothing but a joke."

"No one in this world will be my match again."

As he spoke, he reached a hand towards Wen Taikang.

"You better obediently hand over Niu Ji."

"Otherwise, dealing with your granddaughter will be child's play for me."

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