Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The squad leader was the first to make a move, reaching for the thickest wad of cash in Yang Fei's pocket.

The others bent over to grab the money, turning into chaos.

The two guys guarding the door also rushed in, grabbing money haphazardly.

Just as the squad leader pulled out the cash from Yang Fei's pocket, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

He turned around in horror, just in time to see Yang Fei retract his hand.

In Yang Fei's hand was a military dagger, originally the squad leader's weapon strapped to his calf.

The intense pain made the squad leader look down, only to see a gruesome knife wound at his heart, blood gushing out fiercely.

The squad leader clutched at his heart, eyes wide open.

Before he could shout the words "enemy attack," Yang Fei's dagger had easily sliced through his throat and vocal cords.

Bam!

The squad leader's body slumped to the ground, his left hand still clutching his heart as blood gushed out.

The rest who were grabbing money all over the place were stunned, everyone stood there like wooden sculptures.

Nuannuan also stood up, her voice very cold.

"Don't move, you can keep your life, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

At this moment, a guy suddenly bolted and ran.

Yang Fei's figure flashed, catching up to block his path, and grabbed the man's throat.

The man reacted quickly, immediately pulling out a pistol and aiming at Yang Fei.

Unfortunately, before he could release the safety, Yang Fei snapped his neck with a crack.

The man's throat made a sound like a rooster crowing, blood trickling out of his mouth, clearly beyond saving.

The remaining three looked at Yang Fei and Nuannuan in terror, completely frightened by his ruthless methods.

Yang Fei's dagger danced with ease, creating beautiful knife patterns, his expression very smug.

"So, who else wants to die?"

The three were petrified, not daring to speak, shaking with fear.

Yang Fei frowned slightly, speaking coldly.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as silent resistance, sorry!"

As he spoke, the dagger in his hand transformed into a streak of cold light, slashing at one man's throat.

The astonishing speed was truly terrifying.

The man couldn't dodge at all, only instinctively shouting: "No..."

The flash of blade contracted back into a dagger, gently resting on the man's throat.

The cold glint of the dagger made the skin on the man's neck pucker into goosebumps.

He fell to his knees with a thud, pleading in broken English.

"Merciful God, please spare me, I'll do anything you say."

Yang Fei nodded, his eyes turning to the other two soldiers.

"What about you, want to live or die?"

The two soldiers dropped to their knees in fear, repeatedly kowtowing to Yang Fei.

"We want to live, we're just following orders, please don't harm us."

Yang Fei chuckled, withdrawing his dagger, and spoke calmly.

"My request is simple, lead us out, and I'll spare you, otherwise, heh heh..."

At this moment, the three soldiers dared not utter a word of defiance, quickly agreeing.

A few minutes later, Yang Fei and Nuannuan donned the uniforms of two dead soldiers, following behind the group of three as they walked out the door of the Black Prison.

As for the unfortunate deceased, Yang Fei and Nuannuan disguised them as themselves.

Anyway, in the dim light, covered by tattered quilts, even immortals couldn't tell the difference.

Just as the five-man team exited, they ran into another patrol team, loudly hailing them.

Yang Fei's dagger was perfectly positioned against the leading soldier's lower back.

The soldier dared not reveal any flaw, exchanging a few words in native language, the patrol teams passed each other.

Nuannuan followed at the back of the team, her hand in her sleeve holding a gun pointed at the two guys in front.

They held the three soldiers captive, heading down the Holy Peak together.

Everywhere Yang Fei and Nuannuan passed, sentries were densely packed, and newly built fortifications and bunkers were everywhere.

Nuannuan felt her scalp tingle, never imagining the Immortal Race had such deep resources.

These soldiers, with strict discipline and fierce determination, were definitely not newly recruited rabble.

This indicated the Immortal Race had long planned to occupy the Witch Clan Holy Mountain, and these soldiers weren't trained overnight.

Yang Fei was also surprised, although not as numerous as the Wu Clan soldiers, the Immortal Race soldiers had very high military skills, with strong individual combat abilities.

This time, even without taking advantage of the situation, it would be hard for the Wu Clan to defend the Holy Peak without preparation against the Immortal Race's attack.

With different thoughts in mind, the two followed the patrol team down the mountain.

The three soldiers escorted Yang Fei and Nuannuan halfway down, when suddenly a loud shout came from in front.

"Who goes there? Stop!"

The leading soldier was startled, turning to speak in a low voice.

"Ahead is restricted, no entry or exit allowed."

A small fortification was built at the bend in the mountain path.

A semicircular sandbag fortification with a heavy machine gun aimed down the mountain path, blocking passage both up and down.

Yang Fei whispered: "If you don't want to die, keep going!"

His dagger pressed slightly forward, piercing the soldier's combat uniform.

The helpless soldier raised both hands high.

"Don't shoot, the officer sent me down with a job."

Bam!

A bullet flew through the air, bursting a blood flower on the soldier's chest, and he fell dead.

Yang Fei was shocked, his body surged forward like a wolf in a wild rush.

Bam bam bam!

He emptied his pistol's magazine, dropping four or five soldiers.

Yang Fei quickly dove into the fortification.

He flipped his wrist, bringing out a dagger, the half-arc cold gleam flashing from his hand.

The remaining three or four soldiers grasped their throats and fell.

Nuannuan, holding two soldiers at gunpoint, saw the shootout start and the soldiers took the chance to flee down the mountain path, tumbling away.

The gunshots here instantly alerted all the sentries.

Five or six patrol teams rushed over from all directions, the gunfire booming continuously.

Yang Fei shouted: "Nuannuan, run!"

He turned, grabbing the heavy machine gun, turned it around, and fired uphill.

Bullets hitting the hard rock walls sent sparks flying, countless soldiers fell over the cliff like fallen leaves.

Nuannuan knew not to burden Yang Fei, sprinting down the mountain, her figure flying swiftly, disappearing in no time.

At this moment, a woman's voice echoed down the mountain, melodious yet laced with a chilling murderous intent.

"Yang Fei, stop for me!"

Under the sunlight, Chen Xingzhu's black cloak flapped loudly.

She charged at Yang Fei like a shooting star.