Chapter 1667 - 1668: The Scarred Man
As time passed second by second, Yang Fei occasionally raised his wrist to check his watch, feeling extremely anxious.
In the persona of Jing Kongzhao, he would never lie to himself.
If I can't get out of this illusionary realm within ten minutes, by then, the realm will collapse, and the violent Heaven and Earth Vital Energy will indeed tear me to pieces.
Outside the illusion, the audience below the arena were all staring blankly at the stage above.
They couldn't see the illusion but saw Yang Fei on the stage, taking a few steps east and a few steps west.
The expression on his face was very confused, as if he were delirious.
Although everyone did not understand what was happening, with Jing Kongzhao standing on the stage, no one dared to speak.
Within the illusion, Yang Fei explored every corner of the garden.
Finally, he confirmed that there was no Life Gate in this garden illusion, and Jing Kongzhao, that little lass, was just teasing him.
Yang Fei strode to Jing Kongzhao, who was fondling her zither.
Jing Kongzhao looked at him innocently, with a sweet smile on her face.
Suddenly, Yang Fei reached out and grabbed Jing Kongzhao's hair.
A look of shame and anger appeared on Jing Kongzhao's face, but her eyes remained calm.
In the next second, Yang Fei's five fingers clawed, with a few ripping sounds, tearing apart the long dress on Jing Kongzhao.
Her white jade-like body was immediately exposed in front of Yang Fei.
Jing Kongzhao screamed, struggling forcefully, but was held by her hair by Yang Fei.
Because of the pain and humiliation, she fiercely bit her lower lip.
On one side of the arena, Jing Kongzhao's once peaceful eyes now showed some anger, her fists tightly clenched.
Suddenly, lightning and thunder erupted in the illusion, with bolts of lightning rampaging across the garden sky, seemingly ready to strike Yang Fei at any moment.
However, Yang Fei paid no heed and swiftly tore apart Jing Kongzhao's coarse hemp long dress.
He looked at Jing Kongzhao curling up, then suddenly slapped her heavily on the face.
Jing Kongzhao let out a scream, covering her cheek with a dazed expression.
She seemed not to have expected Yang Fei to dare do such a thing.
On the side of the arena, Jing Kongzhao could no longer hold back.
She casually grabbed, and a giant hand suddenly appeared in the void.
The giant hand directly reached into the realm, lifting Yang Fei out of the garden illusion and smashing him onto the arena.
Bang!
Yang Fei slammed onto the steel-plated arena, his bones and muscles aching all over.
He groaned, yet lazily got up, looking at Jing Kongzhao indifferently.
"You lost."
A hint of blush appeared on Jing Kongzhao's pale cheeks, but her eyes carried a blade-like chill.
"You are indeed just like that bastard foster father of yours, shameless!"
Yang Fei was taken aback: "My foster father? Who is my foster father?"
Jing Kongzhao's eyes were filled with murderous intent, her seaweed-like long hair moving without wind, like a ghost from an ancient tomb.
"Very well, you have successfully provoked my killing intent, die!"
After speaking, Jing Kongzhao pinched into the void with her hands.
Yang Fei suddenly felt his throat being gripped by a pair of invisible giant hands, making it difficult to breathe.
Within seconds, his lungs felt like they were on fire, unbearably scorching,
He initiated the Tortoise Breath Technique, continuously absorbing oxygen through his pores into his lungs, instantly filling his body with strength.
At that moment, Yang Fei dared not hold back any longer.
He unleashed Scale Quake with all his might, the silent subsonic wave directly targeting Jing Kongzhao's heart.
Jing Kongzhao sneered.
"The Nine Extremes Technique is good, but unfortunately you haven't cultivated it to Great Achievement, petty tricks!"
Just as she finished speaking, Yang Fei suddenly felt a pain in his heart, letting out a muffled groan.
It turned out Jing Kongzhao had somehow countered the Scale Shock Subsonic Wave back.
Blood spurted from Yang Fei's mouth as Jing Kongzhao continuously tightened her grip on his neck.
Everyone below the arena looked at Jing Kongzhao, all shuddering with fear.
This legendary Sang Country Martial God was like a ghost, every move filled with an eerie and terrifying aura.
Yang Fei's Turtle Breathing continually absorbed oxygen, so he wasn't in any life-threatening danger.
But the feeling of having his life hanging in her hands was really infuriating for Yang Fei.
A flash of red appeared in his eyes as he instantly activated the Hu Chang Heart Method.
Bam!
The next second, Yang Fei felt as if his head was struck by a large iron hammer, buzzing, his vision darkened, with stars swirling.
Damn, another rebound!
Yang Fei was both shocked and angry, never having encountered such a master, where his infallible Scale Quake and Hu Chang Heart Method were both countered.
Jing Kongzhao looked at him leisurely, saying coldly.
"Put away your little tricks, if the Nine Extremes Heart Method isn't at Great Achievement, don't come out to embarrass yourself."
Just then, a clear and gentle voice appeared from the nine o'clock direction on the arena.
"Jing Kongzhao, why do you need to be like this?"
Jing Kongzhao's body trembled, her face changed.
Her eyes quickly looked towards the source of the voice, only to see nothing at the nine o'clock direction.
Jing Kongzhao's expression was no longer calm, changing rapidly, showing surprise, confusion, hatred, and love, all these expressions danced on her face.
Yang Fei swore he had never seen a woman who could accommodate so many expressions on one face.
Jing Kongzhao quickly tidied her hair, pulled out a round mirror, and checked her makeup.
Everyone on and off the stage looked at each other.
The legendary Jing Kongzhao, unfathomable, was like Mount Everest, cold and majestic, admired, unattainable.
Yet, at this moment, Jing Kongzhao's image was completely transformed, like a girl in hot pursuit of love, facing her idol.
After confirming her appearance was perfect, she stood on the stage, eagerly scanning around below.
"King, I know you've come, won't you please show yourself?"
"So what if I see you, so what if I don't? You're always so stubborn, I don't like it."
The clear and elegant voice once again echoed in the entire void.
However, the voice was heard, but the person was unseen.
All the people's eyes were searching for the source of the voice, finding nothing.
Yang Fei struggled to get up from the arena.
Hearing that clear voice, his heart pounded warmly, feeling intimately close,
As if a long-lost relative had finally returned.
At this moment, light and shadow flickered, and another figure appeared beside Yang Fei.
Yang Fei's body stiffened, slowly turning around.
The man in front of him had a square face, a pointed chin, a playful and nonchalant demeanor, yet could not hide his noble Tsinghua.
Yang Fei's heart trembled entirely, this was the man who had appeared in his dreams thousands of times.
The only difference was a long scar on the man's left cheek.
This did not mar his facial beauty, instead adding a peculiar masculine charm.
His eyes held a warm smile: "What, don't recognize your foster father?"
"Foster father?"
It felt like Yang Fei's head was struck by lightning, suddenly seeing everything clearly.
This man, who had appeared in his dreams countless times, was actually his foster father?