Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The Thunder God leaped out of nowhere, his knuckles cracking menacingly, and brought a fist down on Yang Fei.

The air exploded with his punch, thunder rumbled in the sky as if the real Thunder God descended with divine punishment.

The Electric God, however, did not attack Yang Fei.

Holding a dagger in each hand, he hovered outside the circle, his eyes fixed on Yang Fei.

As soon as Yang Fei made a misstep, he would pounce like a hungry wolf.

It could be said that the threat from the Electric God was even greater than that from the Thunder God.

Seeing the Thunder God's mighty fist technique, Yang Fei gently redirected it with his left hand.

The Thunder God's overwhelming power was immediately diverted aside, causing him to become unsteady.

At the same time, Yang Fei's right palm swung out, aiming at the Thunder God's chest.

This palm strike was extremely powerful, embodying supreme yang and rigidity.

Great Mount Sumeru Palm!

Yang Fei's mastery of the Great Mount Sumeru Palm had reached an extraordinarily profound realm.

One yin, one yang, full of power.

With the Thunder God unsteady and his Qi-Blood agitated, he was forced to confront Yang Fei's palm strike.

Bang!

A muffled sound echoed as the Thunder God was jolted throughout his body.

Eight streams of Elephant Shocking Power surged towards him like a tidal wave, sweeping across his entire body in an instant.

All at once, his entire body turned numb, unable to move.

At this moment, the Electric God's martial arts energy field silently enveloped Yang Fei.

Yang Fei burst into laughter, gliding his Yu Step to break free of the Electric God's martial arts energy field.

He flew up, landing a kick on the Thunder God's abdomen.

The Electric God's eyes almost bulged out in shock.

He couldn't believe that someone could break a martial arts energy field with a step technique.

For a Danjin expert, it was as inconceivable as shooting down a fighter jet with a slingshot.

The Thunder God, upon being kicked, flew through the air like a bundle of dry wood.

Yang Fei, not stopping, jumped into the air, bringing down a High-Pressure Leg strike, landing right between the Thunder God's chest and abdomen.

Boom!

The Thunder God was like a ragdoll, directly trampled under Yang Fei's foot.

He clung to Yang Fei's leg, coughed up blood, and immediately fainted.

The Electric God rushed in, slashing horizontally and vertically with two daggers, fierce motions accompanied by sharp whistling.

Yang Fei used his Yu Step to retreat backward.

However, the Electric God's daggers were indeed sharp.

As he retreated two steps, he suddenly felt a sting and sharp pain on his shoulder; the Electric God's dagger had already slashed him.

A meter away, the Electric God's dagger bore a shallow streak of blood.

If not for Yang Fei's mysterious footwork, he might have lost an arm.

In martial studies, weapons extend the fists and feet.

If a martial expert hones their weapon to a subtlety realm, they can steadily defeat opponents of the same level.

The Electric God's daggers had reached the subtlety realm, their power tremendous.

The Electric God squatted down, licking the blood off his dagger with a stretched tongue.

His little beard split apart, like a crouching hungry wolf.

With an indifferent expression, Yang Fei lightly touched the scar on his shoulder, and said calmly: "Good knife!"

The Electric God smiled coldly, "You're not bad either."

With that, he suddenly lunged forward, his dagger slicing through the air with a buzzing sound.

Yang Fei had at least three or four ways to instantly turn this guy into pulp.

However, seeing the Electric God's mastery with the dagger, he felt a competitive spirit arising.

With a flick of his toe, he tossed up the Great Iron Spear previously left behind by Qin Feng and grabbed it firmly.

With the iron spear in hand, Yang Fei's stance immediately changed.

The spear in his hand danced like a dragon, twisting and darting through the air.

The Electric God approached with his daggers, but each thrust was blocked by Yang Fei's spear shaft.

Both figures moved agilely, deploying their ultimate techniques.

The sound of the Electric God's daggers clashing with Yang Fei's iron spear resonated, like hail striking a tin roof.

On the pavilion, Wu Yunfei and King Wuxiang were observing the battle.

King Wuxiang watched Yang Fei wielding the Great Iron Spear, twisting and turning like a dragon.

The spear's red tassels danced like peach blossoms scattered in the wind.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Such a person, to be my enemy, what a pity."

On Wu Yunfei's honest face, there was a trace of anxiety.

"King, I fear the Electric God won't be able to defeat him; this guy is too fierce, we need to think quickly."

Zhong Xiang smiled coldly, "Don't forget, besides the Electric God, there's also the Mother of Lightning."

"The Mother of Lightning's Plum Blossom Needles, silent and invisible, once they pierce into the bloodstream, they quickly circulate with the blood to the heart, most sinister."

"By the looks of it, the Mother of Lightning is surely lurking nearby; you'd better worry for that boy Yang Fei."

Wu Yunfei's spirit was invigorated.

"I almost forgot about the Mother of Lightning. If this guy gets hit by the Plum Blossom Needles, let's see how he falls!"

With the Great Iron Spear in hand, Yang Fei went all out, the spearhead flashing coldly, wildly stabbing towards the Electric God's heart and throat.

The Electric God's two daggers blocked desperately but couldn't get close to Yang Fei.

With the Great Iron Spear, Yang Fei made him break out in cold sweat, fear and hesitance filled his heart.

At this moment, Yang Fei's Turtle Extreme stirred within him, issuing a warning.

Through the Tortoise Mirror, he suddenly glimpsed a faint and sharp cold gleam.

Startled, Yang Fei, without thinking, rolled backward several times, avoiding that indefinable chill.

Thud, thud, thud!

Several Ox Hair Needles pierced where Yang Fei had just stood, silently embedding in the hard bluestone tiles.

The needles were about as thin as real ox hair, only a segment visible, glinting with a dark blue sheen.

Yang Fei broke out in a cold sweat.

These Ox Hair Needles were so tiny, seemingly nonexistent, yet managed to pierce into solid stone boards, a testament to the opponent's might.

He turned to look, and behind a large locust tree as thick as an embrace on the left of the waterfall.

Sister Lan revealed half her face, coldly watching him.

Just one look at Sister Lan's face, and Yang Fei understood everything.

He roared, his spear thrusting towards Sister Lan, "Where is Miss Zhiching?"

Sister Lan's face remained cold, rolling an Ox Hair Needle between her thumb and forefinger.

She gave a gentle rub, and the needle flickered and vanished into thin air.

Yang Fei only felt a burning stabbing sensation in his heart area.

He froze, instinctively blocking with his Great Iron Spear.

Ding! The sound rang out as the Ox Hair Needle struck the spear shaft and fell to the ground.

At this, Yang Fei was drenched in cold sweat, while Sister Lan and the Electric God were equally astonished.

Sister Lan's needle-flicking technique was a secret skill.

The Ox Hair Needles not only packed tremendous power but also had a complex and unpredictable shooting trajectory that wasn't linear.

Yet Yang Fei managed to accurately predict the trajectory of the Ox Hair Needles and block it flawlessly.

Such skill had surpassed the realm of subtlety, reaching the spirit communication realm that all weapon masters dreamed of.

What they couldn't fathom was that Yang Fei hadn't reached the spirit communication realm.

Instead, his Tortoise Mirror Heart Method had sensitively captured the trajectory of the Ox Hair Needles fired by Sister Lan.

Startled, Yang Fei's wrath surged alongside his courage.

He launched his spear directly at Sister Lan.

With a whistle of force, Yang Fei's Great Iron Spear pierced through the large locust tree.

Sister Lan let out a tragic scream as her shoulder was pierced by the spear that passed through the tree trunk, pinning her to the tree.

Yang Fei shouted loudly, leaping to the tree trunk to retrieve his spear.

He was about to unleash another strike to completely disable the grievously injured Sister Lan.

The Electric God suddenly charged, his daggers like fierce wolf fangs, stabbing towards Yang Fei again.