Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

In a coma, Yang Fei seemed to be standing atop a thousand-meter cliff, the biting cold wind stinging his skin.

His mind conjured the image of his foster father, Wang Xiaoshi, whose carefree face was paired with deep and loving eyes.

He looked deeply at Yang Fei, as if he had a thousand words to advise him, yet said nothing.

Yang Fei couldn't help but mutter, "Father, how have you been all these years?"

Wang Xiaoshi said nothing, just quietly watching Yang Fei.

Suddenly, he opened his arms, giving Yang Fei a bear hug, heavily patting his shoulder, then he turned and left without looking back.

Yang Fei felt a pain in his heart, as if this departure meant a forever farewell.

He cried out desperately, "Father, where are you going?"

Wang Xiaoshi turned around, gave him a reassuring smile, reverted to his unconcerned demeanor, then turned to leave.

Yang Fei chased after Wang Xiaoshi's back, running forward with all his might.

"Father, where are you going? Wait for me."

This time, Wang Xiaoshi did not wait for Yang Fei, his figure flickered and he vanished.

Yang Fei was left standing there, his heart emptily hollow, as if his entrails had been dug out, tears quickly streaming down his face.

Yang Fei suddenly opened his eyes.

His first sensation was an unparalleled headache, his vision blurry, unable to discern his surroundings clearly.

With great effort, Yang Fei finally adjusted to the dim light, realizing his situation.

It was a prison cell!

The entire cell was not cramped, built of blue bricks.

On the thick walls, faint rune glows appeared, clearly blessed by some Heaven and Earth Rules.

The damned Hong Xiao was still binding Yang Fei's body, runes flickering on it, evidently containing some Law.

This Hong Xiao not only restrained Yang Fei's body but even his mental waves could not spread out.

Thus, Yang Fei had no way to perceive the situation outside the prison.

Yang Fei attempted to stand, but no matter how much strength he used, even his body hair couldn't move.

In the dark void, an unfamiliar but immense force seemed to tightly bind him.

Yang Fei thought of the Great Dao Law he had just comprehended,

yet for some reason, his mind was blank, and he couldn't recall the memories no matter what.

Thinking briefly, Yang Fei's head felt like it was going to split, forcing him to cease the search for those memories.

Yang Fei remembered the last scene before he fainted, the dignified and slightly aloof face of the Queen Mother of the West.

He pondered quietly.

"Could this old beggar woman have captured me, and now I am in the prison of the Kunlun Divine Realm?"

Yang Fei refused to sit and wait for his capture, moving his body bit by bit, nearing the wall.

He stretched a hand towards the wall.

However, just as his fingertips touched the wall's surface, suddenly, a blue flash of lightning surged out from the wall, striking Yang Fei.

The power of thunder and lightning scorched Yang Fei's extended fingers black, his body feeling like a million ants were crawling on it, leaving a numbing weakness.

Yang Fei couldn't help cursing, confirming the cell was under a prohibition.

While being idle, he began to circulate the Essence Qi in his body.

Yet, under the restraint of the Hong Xiao, Yang Fei could feel the Spiritual Origin Qi in his body, but couldn't mobilize it.

Yang Fei had to give up, relaxing his entire body, lying quietly on the ground to rest, contemplating a plan.

In his life, he had experienced countless tempests and various hardships.

But regardless of the situation, he always found ways to solve problems or escape.

However, at this moment, Yang Fei felt for the first time a sense of helplessness and despair.

The power of the Queen Mother of the West was beyond Yang Fei's expectations.

Time passed slowly, and who knows how long passed. Suddenly, the sound of armor clashing came from outside.

Yang Fei immediately perked up, lifting his head.

With a disordered sound of footsteps, the prison door abruptly opened.

Two yellow-robed strongmen walked up to Yang Fei, and without a word, grabbed him and walked out.

Yang Fei just wanted to speak, but found the muscles in his throat rigid. He couldn't make a sound no matter what.

The two yellow-robed strongmen, though not tall, contained power like volcanoes within their bodies.

Such strong individuals, placed in the Earth Space or the Doomsday World, would be top experts, sweeping through all.

Yet at this moment, the two acted like ordinary prison guards.

Moreover, an undercurrent of arrogance was faintly visible on their faces, as if proud of their status.

Yang Fei, grabbed by the two yellow-robed strongmen like a chick by an eagle, ascended along a circular stone staircase.

Yang Fei observed his surroundings, discovering nothing but a long corridor with faint spatial energy fluctuations.

Yang Fei suddenly understood.

This prison was probably unusual, with some kind of Spatial Rule divine skills, perhaps akin to the space-type martial arts Divine Artifact like the Dragon Battle Arena.

Over ten minutes later, Yang Fei was escorted by the two yellow-robed strongmen to a grand Temple.

Above the Temple, the dignified Queen Mother of the West was seated at the Supreme throne.

She cast only a glance at Yang Fei, then turned her gaze towards the vast sea of clouds, a hint of anticipation in her expression.

Yang Fei slumped on the ground, the Queen Mother of the West waved her hand and said blandly.

"Take this monster to the Execution Platform, prepare for execution."

Yang Fei was taken aback, a surge of hot blood rushed to his head.

He wanted to shout out loud, but felt like a piece of burlap was blocking his throat, unable to make a sound.

On one side of the Temple, there were two yellow columns, uncertain what Divine Weapon they were forged from, shimmering with blue electric sparks.

The two yellow-robed strongmen hung Yang Fei in the middle of the huge columns, his limbs locked with chains, forming his body into a large character.

Muffled thunder rolled in the air, a vortex-like Cumulonimbus Cloud circled the immense iron columns, rotating slowly, with electric sparks flickering occasionally.

Seeing this setup, Yang Fei knew today would likely end badly.

However, Yang Fei, who saw life and death lightly, was indifferent to the predicament.

In his heart, he worried about his foster father, Wang Xiaoshi.

This setup, Yang Fei saw through at once.

If the opponent intended to kill him, why go through such trouble?

This old evil witch, setting up such a large Dragon Gate Array, clearly intended to lure Wang Xiaoshi to attack the Temple.

Although Yang Fei didn't know what consequences Wang Xiaoshi's action would bring.

Yet seeing the old evil witch so carefully plotting, her intentions must be sinister.

The two yellow-robed strongmen, having hung Yang Fei in mid-air, finished their task and knelt before the Queen Mother of the West to report back.

The Queen Mother of the West waved her hand, signaling the yellow-robed strongmen to retreat.

She smiled blandly, "Though the gamble is interesting, it becomes dull over time."

"I want to end this bet today."

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!