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What kind of person is Yang Fei? At a glance, he understood the intentions of the Three Great Prison Kings.

However, considering he had drunk so much fine wine from King Dor, Yang Fei didn't mind too much.

He walked up to the Three Great Prison Kings with a cheeky smile and casually bowed.

Hello everyone, I am Guo Jing.

The three Prison Kings, with their noble status, didn't see this fellow kneeling or bowing, and their faces instantly turned displeased.

With the rank of the Three Great Prison Kings, even a casual word could ensure this fatty wouldn't see the sun tomorrow.

The saying goes "sit in the position, develop the aura," and the three Prison Kings were invisibly filled with a sense of majesty.

Ordinary people would see these three powerful figures and inevitably feel tremors and great fear.

However, Yang Fei didn't regard them at all.

His carefree demeanor made the three feel extremely uncomfortable.

King Dor saw the situation was unfavorable and quickly came out to smooth things over.

"You are all Spirit Martial Strongmen, no need for pleasantries. Let me make introductions."

He said this and introduced the other Three Great Prison Kings in order.

The one in the middle had a horse face and a fleshy lump on his forehead.

His whole body brimmed with Essence Qi, carrying a terrifying power within.

This guy was named Lamplin, the Prison King of the Western District.

Next to Lamplin was a Cyclops who had lost one eye.

Though Cyclops looked quite handsome, unfortunately, one of his eyes was blind.

A long scar ran across his eye socket, with flesh turned out, appearing quite frightening.

This Cyclops was named Ximen, the Prison King of the Northern District.

The last guy had a big mouth, collapsed nose, broom-like eyebrows, and appeared extremely ugly.

However, his small eyes glistened, full of piercing cold light.

This ugly fellow was named Kas, the Prison King of the Southern District.

The Four Great Prison Kings are figures of great authority, except for luck, their own formidable strength enabled them to rise above others in the Doomsday Prison where the strong gather like clouds.

In Yang Fei's eyes, the strength of these three was probably as good as King Dor.

Four Spirit Martial Arts Masters, if on Earth Space, would be terrifying.

Even in the Doomsday World, they are a force not to be underestimated.

While Yang Fei was observing the Three Prison Kings, they also sized up Yang Fei.

The ugly Kas chuckled and handed Yang Fei a cigarette.

"Welcome to our ranks. It's said you are genuinely a Spirit Martial Arts Master; is that true?"

Normally, the Southern District Prison King Kas's question would be extremely rude.

Yet at this moment, it was a matter everyone eagerly wanted to know.

Don't fear a god-like opponent, but beware of a pig-like teammate.

The Four Great Prison Kings are people with high self-esteem.

If Yang Fei's strength didn't measure up, joining forces with the Four Great Prison Kings would be impossible.

Yang Fei knew now was not the time for modesty.

He chuckled without much ado, placed his thumb on his middle finger, and snapped.

The Phoenix Mysterious Fire appeared on his fingertip, like a burning candle, revealing an exuberant life force.

Suddenly, except for King Dor, the faces of the other three changed dramatically.

On each face, disdain was evident.

Those who practice Martial Arts reach the Spirit Martial Realm can nearly control the Five Elements within the Heaven and Earth Vital Energy.

Spirit Martial Strongmen use their Spiritual Origin Qi to control elements for fierce attacks.

But the flame Yang Fei displayed was extremely weak, only slightly stronger than candlelight.

Such a flame could not possibly be used to attack an enemy.

King Kas could not help but laugh loudly.

"Brother, what use is that tiny flame? I think it's not even enough for a barbecue."

After saying so, he took a deep breath, and three or four fireballs promptly shot up from his palm, whirling endlessly in the air.

The fireballs King Kas released were about the size of soup bowls, each containing high temperatures.

Even from such a distance, Yang Fei could feel his skin burning painfully.

One could imagine that if such fireballs hit someone, the person would need to shed a layer of skin even if not killed.

King Kas capriciously controlled the fireballs, dancing them around Yang Fei, front and back, in a playful manner.

Yet Yang Fei stood calmly as always.

The small candle flame between his fingers seemed even weaker, as if the wind could extinguish it.

Except for King Dor, the faces of the other two Prison Kings showed a hint of disappointment.

King Dor had boasted of this kid as peerless and unmatched.

But his performance was utterly disappointing now.

Such a weak flame couldn't possibly cause significant harm to an enemy.

Yang Fei noted their disappointed eyes and chuckled.

"People can't be judged by looks, and neither can fire be measured by volume."

"Don't underestimate my small flame; truly when it comes to the real action, your Fireball Technique might be worthless."

King Kas was surprised by the thickness of this fatty's skin and laughed heartily.

He gestured casually, and four fireballs shot towards Yang Fei.

"If that's the case, let's have a contest here and now."

Western District Prison King Lamplin and Northern District Prison King Ximen were shocked.

This fatty was recommended by King Dor,

If he were killed by Kas upon first meeting, how would King Dor save face?

Indeed, King Dor was startled, and hastily stood up, shouting: "Hold back!"

Yet, at that moment, the four fireballs from ugly Kas were already upon Yang Fei.

The fireballs spun rapidly, and the blazing heat at their core curled Yang Fei's hair, releasing a slight burnt smell.

Just then, Yang Fei suddenly flicked his hand.

The small flame between his fingers met the four fireballs.

Kas couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This tiny flame appeared as weak as an ant before the four raging fireballs.

However, at that moment, a miracle occurred.

As soon as the four fireballs approached the tiny flame, they seemed sucked in like magnets.

The four fireballs were almost instantly enveloped by the tiny flame, spinning around wildly.

Kas watched, dumbfounded.

He clearly felt that the four fireballs he controlled had nothing to do with him anymore, seemingly hijacked by the tiny flame.

He poured all his Spiritual Origin Qi into trying to retrieve the four fireballs.

Yet the fireballs orbited the candle flame more intensely, without any response.

At this, King Dor patted his belly and laughed heartily.

Lamplin and Ximen's expressions changed.

Almost simultaneously, Lamplin and Ximen suddenly made a move.

Ximen's hand instantly produced a longsword, gleaming with a pale gold metallic shine.

He didn't say a word, thrusting a sword directly towards Yang Fei's throat, with an unparalleled Sword Momentum.

On the other side, Lamplin stretched his hands into the void.

A thorn-laden vine whip suddenly appeared in his hand.

The vine whip, like a python, slithered towards Yang Fei.

The tip pierced through the void with a hissing sound.

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