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In just a couple of seconds, Yang Fei had already broken the spell with brute force and snapped both legs of the handsome young man.

He stood up and spoke calmly.

"Didn't I say it already? Whoever points at me is going to be unlucky. Your memory is really terrible."

The handsome youth hugged his broken legs and rolled around on the ground, his howls of pain drilling into everyone's ears.

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and cripple this kid for me, it hurts like hell!"

The elder on the handsome youth's left side roared and was about to charge forward.

The other elder on the right pulled him back by the arm.

The elder looked indifferently at Yang Fei and Mad Blade.

"Who exactly are you? Why would you strike at People of Su Family with such vicious hands?"

Yang Fei lazily eyed the two elders.

"You deaf? I'm not interested in the internal affairs of your Su Family, but whoever blocks my path, I'll break his legs."

The elder seemed to think of something, his expression shifted, and he probed cautiously.

"Are you also going to Xihai Island? Also members of the Four Spirits Clan? From which house, which branch?"

This time, Yang Fei couldn't even be bothered to say an extra word.

"Clear the road immediately, or don't blame me for being rude."

The elder took a deep breath.

"You injured People of Su Family and abducted our Su Family genius Alchemist. Surrender at once and await judgment from the Su Family Elder Hall."

As the elder finished speaking, the others all closed in.

Someone had already taken out Talisman Records and Magic Artifacts, Divine Light flickering between their fingers.

Their Realm levels were not that high; the strongest among them was that elder, a Level Six Qi Cultivator.

But with more than ten men attacking together, their power couldn't be underestimated.

The elder stared coldly at Yang Fei.

"If you don't want to be dismembered right now, then surrender."

As he spoke, he took out a small flag. Flames were already burning on its surface, building up power.

This was a Magic Artifact, only level two, yet its might couldn't be dismissed.

The Separation Fire condensed by the flag could incinerate an ordinary person into charcoal in an instant.

The taxi driver was just a normal person. Faced with such a terrifying scene, his soul practically flew out of his body as he hid behind the taxi, shivering uncontrollably.

Yang Fei looked at this group as if he were watching ants.

The elder whipped the little flag, and more than ten tongues of flame shot out, like arrows leaving the string, streaking toward Yang Fei.

One of the flames hit a roadside tree.

With a loud boom, the street tree was ignited by the Separation Fire in an instant, turning into a massive torch.

Yang Fei snorted and snapped his fingers.

A hexagonal rhombus shield appeared before him, blocking the flaming arrows and protecting Mad Blade and the taxi driver.

The next second, he swept his left hand, and a Longsword appeared in midair.

The Longsword was a pale cyan, about twelve feet long, its Sword Edge expanding and contracting.

Slash!

Yang Fei snorted through his nose, and the Longsword, wrapped in a raging gale, cleaved toward the elder.

Whoosh!

With a soft sound, the elder screamed, blood spraying skyward.

The left arm holding the little flag dropped straight to the ground—Yang Fei's Longsword had severed it right at the shoulder.

At that, everyone was shocked and furious; none of them had expected Yang Fei to strike so ruthlessly.

Divine Light flared; the ten-plus Cultivators all made their move.

In an instant, fireballs flew wildly, ice lances shot out, and the surrounding Heaven and Earth Vital Energy violently clashed.

Yang Fei let out a cold laugh and swept his left hand.

A hurricane formed out of thin air, filled with countless tiny swords, sweeping toward that group of Cultivators.

Boom!

With a deafening crash, the ten-plus Cultivators were turned into tumbling gourds. The ones who dodged quickly rolled into the roadside ditch.

Those slower to dodge were covered in chaotic Sword Marks, deep enough to reveal bone.

And this was with Yang Fei refusing to kill, using not even ten percent of the Power of Myriad Realms.

Otherwise, none of them would even leave a corpse—no one would survive.

Among them, Third Uncle the elder stared at Yang Fei in utter terror.

His clothes were tattered into strands and shreds, and a slanted Sword Mark ran across his face, exposing his cheekbone.

Just before that terrifying hurricane swept over them, he had activated two Defensive Magical Instruments in succession, yet they still hadn't held.

In fact, everyone's situation was about the same as Third Uncle's.

When the hurricane came roaring in, every one of them sensed the danger and activated their strongest defensive Magic Artifacts or Talisman Records.

But in the face of that calamity-like gale, all defenses were useless.

Aside from the two or three Cultivators who managed to dodge by sheer luck, everyone else was wounded, their clothes shredded into rags.

The taxi driver, hiding behind the hexagonal rhombus shield, was completely unharmed, staring blankly at everything.

There had always been countless legends among civilians about Cultivators battling with spells.

But this taxi driver had never imagined he would witness such a terrifying and unfathomable duel with his own eyes.

The look he gave Yang Fei was like gazing at a Heavenly Being, full of worship.

This was a true Living Immortal!

Yang Fei watched the Cultivators blocking the road scramble and flee, snorting.

He flicked his hand, and another hurricane swept toward the two Toyota SUVs blocking the way.

Whoo!

In the howling gale, the two SUVs were reduced to a pile of scrap metal in an instant.

Debris and iron shards rolled to both sides, revealing the stretch of road in the middle; the asphalt surface was covered in countless cracks.

The iron guardrail by the road was neatly sliced, the cuts mirror-smooth, as if done by a machine tool.

At that, not only the taxi driver and the injured Cultivators stared wide-eyed—even Mad Blade's jaw dropped.

"Holy crap, Brother Fei, what Divine Skills are these? Too terrifying!"

Yang Fei let out a cold chuckle and turned to get in the taxi.

He stuck his head out the window and called to the driver.

"Mister, let's go."

The taxi driver obeyed like hearing an imperial decree and got into the taxi.

Mad Blade also shot forward like a streak and climbed into the car.

Even now, Mad Blade's heart was still shaking beyond belief.

In just ten short years, Yang Fei's Divine Skills could no longer be described as human; this was practically the means of the immortals of legend.

Yang Fei glanced at Mad Blade's slack-jawed, pig-headed expression and frowned.

"What, unbelievable?"

Mad Blade nodded repeatedly; indeed, such Divine Skills were beyond anything he could imagine.

Yang Fei chuckled.

"Unbelievable is right. If you keep training hard, you'll reach my Realm one day."

Mad Blade nodded again and again at that.

As the two chatted, the taxi driver's hands were trembling as he turned the ignition.

The taxi shot forward like an arrow.

Half an hour later, the taxi finally arrived at the Xihai Lake tourist scenic area.

Yang Fei had Mad Blade pay the taxi driver double the fare, then flicked a strand of Divine Light into the man's brow.

The taxi driver's head lolled to one side against the driver's seat, and he passed out.

Yang Fei erased his memories; when he woke up, he wouldn't remember a thing.

At the gate of the Xihai Lake tourist scenic area, a sign indeed proclaimed "Temporarily Closed for Safety Inspection."

Yet strangely, small groups of people were still going in from time to time.

With one look, Yang Fei could tell these people coming and going were not ordinary.

Every one of them was a Cultivator!

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