Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Chen Xingzhu's palm, as light as a dandelion, yet when it descended, it was like Mount Tai crushing down.

Bang!

Yang Fei's body was knocked back as if struck by a D-shaped train, directly flying away.

Blood spurted from his mouth, the Fish-Scale Niu Jia and Turtle Shell were all scattered.

Meanwhile, his left arm dislocated, hanging limp.

The sharp pain made Yang Fei realize that his arm bone likely had a crack.

This wasn't even the worst; the worst was Chen Xingzhu's True Martial Qi Energy infiltrating the meridians of half of Yang Fei's body.

The True Martial Qi Energy, like countless small knives and swords, was recklessly destroying Yang Fei's meridians.

Yang Fei activated Snake Devouring, trying hard to engulf Chen Xingzhu's True Martial Qi Energy, but the usually reliable Snake Devouring lost its effect this time.

Under the direct assault of Chen Xingzhu's invincible True Martial Qi Energy.

Yang Fei's Qi of Origin Core couldn't take effect, instead melting away like snow encountering boiling water.

Bang!

Yang Fei's body slammed into a giant pillar-shaped reef.

A dull thud, and the reef crumbled halfway, countless debris burying Yang Fei beneath.

It was Yang Fei's first fight with a True Martial Master, and in just one round, he was severely injured.

The power of a True Martial Master was terrifying beyond words!

Chen Xingzhu's True Martial Qi Energy still rampaged within Yang Fei's meridians and lungs.

Yang Fei struggled to lift his head, attempting to grin, but suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, staining his chest.

Chen Xingzhu knew with one strike that the outcome was set.

This despicable ant couldn't possibly withstand her meticulously honed True Martial Qi Energy.

Chen Xingzhu's face returned to its graceful and gentle expression, holding her black dress as she walked towards Yang Fei.

"Yang Fei, to take my palm and not die, you are indeed one of the top experts in this world. Actually, I admire you."

Chen Xingzhu said lightly, with threads of net-like true qi appearing in her palm, as soft as gauze.

But Yang Fei understood the terror of that net-like true qi.

As long as that net-like true qi lightly enveloped him, both his body and the reef would be shredded into countless pieces.

Yang Fei struggled to sit up, his body weak, and couldn't help but vomit another mouthful of blood.

This guy knew he was at death's door, yet he tried to chuckle.

"Miss Chen, in my heart, you've always been a beauty. But you know when you're the most beautiful?"

Chen Xingzhu's lips twisted downward, a flash of disgust crossing her eyes.

"Do you think a little flattery will spare you?"

Yang Fei laughed loudly: "Actually, I've always thought you'd be perfect for those films in Sang Country."

"With someone like you, you'd definitely become a sensation. 'Triple That Something,' has always been men's favorite."

Chen Xingzhu's eyebrows raised at an angle, her face filled with murderous intent, yet her eyes became watery, filled with teasing implication.

"Really, if you defeat me, even my body can be yours."

"A powerful man can easily win a woman's heart."

Yang Fei's eyes turned sinister and fierce.

"In that case, get ready to welcome my violent assault. Oh, right, I like to come from behind."

As he spoke, he suddenly took out a thumb-sized remote control from his pocket.

The remote's red light flashed, indicating the signal was normal.

Chen Xingzhu's body suddenly froze, her face turning pale.

Yang Fei coldly smiled: "See that?"

"This place is filled with explosives, and the detonator is in my hand. Let's go to hell together as sweet lovers."

Chen Xingzhu was startled, looking around to indeed find dense packs of explosives.

These explosive packs, equipped with detonators, were within a five hundred meter radius of Chen Xingzhu.

With so many explosives going off, even a Daluo Golden Immortal would face certain death.

Chen Xingzhu's expression changed, yet her tone softened.

"Don't be impulsive."

Any martial artist who cultivated for decades, enduring countless hardships, finally breaking through his limits...

So martial artists cherish life more than ordinary people, fearing death even more.

Chen Xingzhu had already surpassed the True Martial Realm, her lifespan reaching up to one hundred fifty or sixty years.

Moreover, she would remain youthful, with an unaging appearance before eighty.

This is almost every woman's dream, how could she bear to die?

Moreover, from Chen Xingzhu's perspective, Yang Fei was nothing more than an ant.

Yet here this ant wanted to drag her to hell, truly intolerable.

Yang Fei playfully admired Chen Xingzhu's mature body, speaking calmly: "My ideal is to become a professional rogue."

"A woman like you is the kind of prey I love the most. If given a chance to conquer you, I would never miss it."

He sighed here.

"Oh, how I loathe leaving this beautiful world, with so many beauties..."

Saying this, his thumb pressed forcefully towards the remote's detonator button.

Yang Fei admitted he feared death.

Yet when truly facing a dead end, his desperation was unrivaled.

If he could only kill Chen Xingzhu, the Changfeng Squad and Night Army, along with top masters like Xue Mingtai, could instantly flatten Pirate Island.

At that moment, an unseen force suddenly descended, making the air around Yang Fei seem to stop flowing.

He appeared like a fly in amber, able to see and hear, yet unable to move even a hair.

"What the hell, what kind of ghost martial art is this?"

Yang Fei wailed in his heart, full of regret.

From Danjin Masters' Martial Arts Energy Field to Gang Strength Masters' Absolute Domain, a martial artist's personal force field had always evolved to become powerful.

How could the True Martial Realm lack a Restraining Force Field?

Chen Xingzhu giggled heartily, her gentle and calm eyes gradually revealing a malicious and joyous glint.

"An ant is just an ant, did you really think you could do something to me? Go on, press it if you can."

Yang Fei cursed himself for being foolish.

That day, Uncle Afu raised him in the air without lifting a shoulder or moving a hand, imprisoning him mid-air.

How could he forget about a True Martial Master's force field?

Chen Xingzhu stepped closer to Yang Fei.

Her eyes filled with increasing malice and chill, like a dreadful witch.

"Mr. Yang Fei, I have been looking forward to you conquering me."

"King Wuxiang is very strong, and I like him a lot, but I like men stronger than King Wuxiang even more."

She gazed at Yang Fei longingly, treating him as a man doomed to die.

"I'll tell you a secret, I once really liked King Wuxiang, even went crazy for him, but gradually I realized, he was too weak."

Upon saying this, as if she said something interesting, she elegantly covered her mouth, laughing heartily.

"Therefore, men mustn't be weaker than women, otherwise losing women is easy."

She raised her palm lightly, with threads of net-like qi swirling in her palm, her eyes revealing malice.

"This secret, I've never told anyone before. Now I've told you, you can take it to hell with you."