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Ever since establishing the Hidden Dragon Club, Wei Ying had never been so utterly ignored, so thoroughly humiliated. He glared at Yang Qi, his expression turning ferocious. "You piece of trash, you’ll pay for what you’ve done! Attack! Kill them all! I don’t want to see a single person left alive in this estate!"

"Boss, leave these men to me," Master Yiyang said with a bow. "They harmed my pet. I’ll make them pay in blood."

"Do as you please." Yang Qi waved dismissively, found a step to sit on, then popped a piece of gum into his mouth and started chewing. The only thing I need to watch out for is the aura coming from that car. That’s a powerful expert, a terrifyingly powerful one. Perhaps they’ll be the perfect whetstone for me to sharpen my skills. As for the others, he had no interest in making a move himself.

A group of several dozen people charged toward Yang Qi. Each one was an expert in their own right, with even the weakest being a Master-level Martial Arts practitioner.

Unfortunately for them, this group was nothing in the eyes of Master Yiyang, who had already reached the Overlord Peak Realm.

Master Yiyang had previously soaked in a Medicine Pool brewed with Spiritual Spring water and various medicinal herbs. As a result, his Realm had soared directly from Seventh Rank Overlord to Overlord Peak, making him even more devoted to Yang Qi. Before, his loyalty was merely due to the Soul Control Pill; now, he understood he was following the right person. His Realm, which had stagnated for decades, had skyrocketed thanks to that Medicine Pool. Now, across the entire Southern Territory, he could be considered a first-rate expert.

As the dozens of experts charged, a flash of Golden Light shot out from Master Yiyang’s sleeve. The next moment, screams erupted one after another as dozens of men collapsed to the ground, poisoned. They began to wail in agony. The small golden snake had also grown more powerful with the advancement of Master Yiyang’s Realm.

Wei Ying and his men gasped in shock. They had only seen a flash of Golden Light before dozens of their men dropped to the ground. Was this some kind of magic trick? It was too bizarre. They knew perfectly well how strong their men were, yet they had been dispatched with such ease.

Putting Yang Qi aside was one thing. He was, after all, rumored to be the disciple of the Star Shining Society’s boss and the son of the Qifei Group’s chairman, so his strength was to be expected. But what was the deal with this old man dressed as a Taoist? How could he be so terrifying? It was simply unimaginable.

Zheng Bunai, who had just been excitedly shouting about killing everyone here, now clamped his mouth shut, unable to utter a single sound. He was completely dumbfounded. A sliver of terror even crept into his heart; he was afraid that Chen He’s fate would become his own. Although Chen He wouldn’t die, as someone had already stopped the bleeding, he was now a cripple. His future looked bleak.

"Boss, these people... they’re not as simple as we thought," Chu Renxiong said, glancing at Wei Ying with a frown. "This isn’t going to be as easy as we imagined." Their initial, absolute confidence and arrogance had evaporated, replaced by trembling fear—all in the span of just a few minutes.

Wei Ying gritted his teeth and waved his hand again. "Everyone, attack together! I refuse to believe some posturing old Taoist can be that powerful!"

"Heh, how hopelessly obstinate," Yang Qi said, shaking his head. "In his eyes, your lackeys aren’t even as good as crawling insects."

"Enough talk! All of you, go! Kill him for me!" Wei Ying roared.

Several hundred men charged forward at once. Among them, a full hundred were Great Grandmasters. This was a truly elite force. While they couldn’t compare to the War God Guard, it was still terrifying that a mere organization like the Hidden Dragon Club could field such a fearsome team. Against anyone else, Wei Ying would have almost certainly won.

Unfortunately for them, they were facing Master Yiyang.

Just as this mob lunged toward Master Yiyang, a pack of wild dogs appeared. There were hundreds of them, and every single one had blood-red eyes. They stared intently at the men before charging forward with ferocious howls.

Wei Ying and his men sneered at the sight. "A few mangy mutts think they can fight us? They’re courting death."

But when they clashed with the pack, they realized something was terribly wrong. The wild dogs weren’t just skilled at coordinated attacks; they were also incredibly agile. It was as if they had learned Martial Arts—they were even stronger than the men themselves.

This was Master Yiyang’s specialty; it was what he excelled at. The stronger his Realm and Soul Power became, the more terrifying the creatures he could control.

Under the onslaught of the wild dogs, the several hundred experts Wei Ying had brought were completely routed. They fell one by one, their ceaseless wails filling the air.

"You!" Wei Ying’s face grew even darker. This time, he had no choice but to act himself.

However, Master Yiyang was too profound and mysterious. Wei Ying felt he likely couldn’t defeat him, but he still needed to salvage some pride. So, he turned his sights on Yang Qi. "If you have any guts, come out and fight me one-on-one! Stop hiding behind others like a coward!"

"Heh, you’ve got some nerve talking about being a man," Yang Qi retorted sarcastically. "You bring an army with you, and only after they’re all beaten do you say something like this?"

Nevertheless, he stepped forward. Wei Ying did have some skill, after all, and Yang Qi felt like playing with him for a bit.

"You dare humiliate me? You’re courting death!" Enraged, Wei Ying roared and lunged at Yang Qi. "Flying Eagle Claw!"

He immediately unleashed his signature move. At that moment, Wei Ying resembled a great hawk soaring through the air, his hands formed into talons as he clawed at Yang Qi’s head. A terrifying, sharp aura surged wildly, flooding the entire area.

Zheng Bunai and the others grew excited. In their eyes, now that Wei Ying had personally made his move, Yang Qi was as good as dead.

"Kill him! You must kill him!" Now, the men from Sea City had abandoned their plans to cripple and humiliate Yang Qi. They realized that was no longer realistic; simply killing him was the more practical option.

"Pathetic. You dare show off with something like this?" Yang Qi sneered, slashing out with a flash of sword light.

Terrified, Wei Ying scrambled backward, not daring to clash directly with Yang Qi. He felt the terrifying power of the sword light; the same attack that had sliced off Chen He’s arm could certainly do the same to his. Even so, his own arm was still grazed, drawing blood.

The onlookers watched this scene in utter disbelief. The great Wei Ying, number one on Sea City’s Hidden Dragon List and an expert more powerful than many Family Heads, had been forced back and wounded by Yang Qi in a single move? Was this a dream? This was just too unbelievable.

"Heh, ’Eagle Claw’? I’d say it’s not even as good as a chicken’s claw," Yang Qi taunted contemptuously.

Hearing this, Wei Ying nearly exploded with rage. However, he no longer dared to fight Yang Qi barehanded and drew his weapon. It was a Hook Claw attached to a long chain, allowing him to attack from a distance. This way, he wouldn’t have to fear Yang Qi’s sword light, as its one-meter range was not enough to reach him.