Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei was staring blankly and suddenly exclaimed.

"Wait, actually, I'm that Ximen Qing who is adored by countless girls, Tian Boguang..."

Qin Xianfei turned around and spat, "Pah, you dead pervert!"

With springtime in her eyes, she linked arms with the smiling Wen Xiaoxiao and boarded the boat together.

At that moment, Wen Taikang escorted Wen Xiaoxiao back to the old residence, while Qin Xianfei headed straight to school.

Yang Fei was about to go back and have a nice long sleep when his phone buzzed.

It was a call from Mad Blade.

Mad Blade's voice was extremely panicked, "It's not good, Instructor, Zhong Xiang has come."

King Wuxiang!

Yang Fei was taken aback; Zhong Xiang's martial arts realm was definitely no less than that of the Demon Emperor.

If this monstrous demon emperor went on a rampage, the Changfeng Squad wouldn't be able to handle him.

"Mad Blade, hold them steady, don't make a move."

Yang Fei advised Mad Blade over the phone, to which Mad Blade responded affirmatively.

"Don't worry, he didn't come alone. He came with Chen Xingzhu to pay respects to the Demon Emperor. Chen Xingzhu is the Demon Emperor's daughter."

Yang Fei was flabbergasted, "Chen Xingzhu is the Demon Emperor's daughter? That woman hides well."

Mad Blade chuckled, "I didn't expect it either."

"Looks like Chen Xingzhu is Zhong Xiang's woman. Damn, Zhong Xiang is actually the Demon Emperor's son-in-law."

Yang Fei's heart sank: even though the Demon Emperor was killed by Asian Union Agents' gunfire, he was severely injured by the Changfeng Squad. Otherwise, how could he have died so easily?

Thus, if Zhong Xiang wants revenge on the Changfeng Squad, they are not without blame.

Yang Fei instructed the Changfeng Team to be vigilant and prevent Zhong Xiang from going on a killing spree.

Mad Blade laughed maliciously, "Don't worry, five core formation experts are watching intently. If Zhong Xiang wants to make a move, I'm ready to fight to the end!"

Yang Fei hurriedly hung up the phone, hailed a taxi, and rushed to the Sanhai City Crematorium.

At the entrance of the Sanhai City Crematorium, Zhong Xiang was holding the Demon Emperor's urn, his face full of gloomy murderous intent.

Chen Xingzhu, her hair tied up with white flowers, wore a black armband, her eyes red from crying.

Mad Blade, Fan Yi, and the other four core formation experts surrounded King Wuxiang with a tense stance.

The rest of the Changfeng Team members were ambushed on the periphery, ready to strike at any moment.

A taxi arrived at the entrance, and Yang Fei stepped out, only to see Wen Xiaoxiao and Wen Taikang arriving at the same time.

King Wuxiang spotted Yang Fei immediately and sneered three times.

"Good, good, so good. A dozen of you chasing down an old man over fifty, have you no shame?"

Yang Fei snorted coldly, "King Wuxiang, if you want revenge for the Demon Emperor, come at me."

"I'll tell you the truth, King Wuxiang was shot by Asian Union agents, but I also wanted him dead."

"He trafficked Huaxia's genetic map, an unforgivable crime, not tolerated by Heaven and Earth."

Zhong Xiang's face darkened further, "If you want to condemn someone, you can always trump up a charge."

"Yang Fei, I know you're with the Hidden Dragon, but this blood debt, I demand it be paid in blood."

Chen Xingzhu sobbed miserably, not even looking at Yang Fei.

Yet anyone could see the hatred in her eyes, a resentment so deep it couldn't be washed away even with the waters of the Yangtze River.

King Wuxiang cupped his hand towards Yang Fei, then towards the Changfeng Squad in a full salute.

Each time he paid respect, his eyes were like a hawk, observing each person's face, clearly memorizing their features.

Watching King Wuxiang and Chen Xingzhu leave, Wen Taikang sighed.

"The Mortal World is about to become turbulent again, a new round of bloody storms is imminent."

Yang Fei scoffed, unconcerned.

"I've fought King Wuxiang, he's indeed strong, but he isn't invincible."

Wen Taikang shook his head, staring at the graceful Chen Xingzhu, sighing.

"Didn't you notice, Chen Xingzhu is the most terrifying one?"

Yang Fei was startled, "Is she more formidable than King Wuxiang?"

Wen Taikang sighed deeply.

"That woman, even I can't see through her cultivation, let alone you."

"If I'm not mistaken, she's one of those legendary Heaven's Blessings."

Yang Fei was more puzzled, "What's a Heaven's Blessing?"

Wen Taikang calmly explained, "Simply put, her cultivation realm isn't limited by divine punishment."

"You and I can't see through her martial arts realm, this woman probably surpassed gang strength, reaching the legendary lower spirit martial realm."

"What the hell, spirit martial realm? And immune to divine punishment, that's so unfair."

Yang Fei was taken aback, incredulously staring at Wen Taikang.

Wen Taikang snorted, "There's no such thing as absolute fairness in this world."

"A regular high school student studying hard for ten years considers it an ancestral blessing to get into a top university."

"Yet some geniuses enter Beijing Tsinghua and Peking University without an exam, is that fair?"

"Small vendors working hard all their lives can't accumulate as much wealth as a celebrity makes from one appearance. Is that fair?"

Yang Fei couldn't help but smile wryly, touching his nose, "You kind of have a point."

"Nothing is absolutely fair."

"But this woman not suffering divine punishment, it's unbelievable, like a cheat."

Wen Taikang sighed, "Even if it's like a cheat, what can be done."

"As far as I know, such people are one in a million. It's said Feng Yinxue, the Heaven's Proud Daughter of Yinxue Tower, and the Martial God weren't subjected to divine punishment either."

"No one knows why they escaped divine punishment. In any case, later generations called such lucky individuals Heaven's Blessings."

Yang Fei murmured, "Heaven's Blessing, born lucky, truly born lucky?"

Wen Taikang shook his head, "I don't know."

"Maybe the Martial God and Feng Yinxue, with absolute strength, withstood divine punishment."

"But this Chen Xingzhu is a genuine lucky one."

As Yang Fei and Wen Taikang talked, Mad Blade and the others gathered around.

Mad Blade couldn't help but ask, "So, esteemed elder, in your opinion, what realm is Chen Xingzhu's martial arts?"

Wen Taikang looked serious and replied lightly.

"From what I can tell, she must have entered the lower spirit martial realm."

When it came to martial arts realms, Yang Fei, due to fragmented memories, was completely clueless.

So he had to ask Wen Taikang, "Please, esteemed elder, what is the lower spirit martial realm?"

Wen Taikang seemed a bit surprised, "You actually don't know?"

Yang Fei looked puzzled, "Was I supposed to know?"

Wen Taikang suddenly remembered Yang Fei's memory loss and smiled slightly.

"Looks like you're truly clueless."

"Alright, I'll play the old scholar and explain the lower spirit martial realm to you."

The Changfeng Squad members, knowing nothing about realms beyond gang strength, were all curious and gathered around.

Wen Taikang, like a storyteller, earnestly and seriously began to explain.

"The lower spirit martial realm actually has another name, called the True Martial Realm."

"However, after divine punishment, few reach the True Martial Realm, and people tend to confuse it."

"Since the True Martial Realm is the foundation of the spirit martial realm, some call it the lower spirit martial realm, and the true spirit martial realm is referred to as the upper spirit martial realm."

Yang Fei listened in a daze; he felt he had heard this before, it sounded very familiar.

More to come later