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Yang Fei nervously watched the man.

Seeing that the greatest secret of his life was about to be revealed, his heart was in his throat.

The man repeated it several times, then laughed carefreely.

"The Burial God Battlefield is rather complicated; with your current understanding, you might not comprehend it. Talking too much is useless."

"Once you break through the Spirit Martial Realm and unlock the sealed memories, I believe you will understand everything."

Yang Fei was instantly disappointed, looking at the man with a sorrowful face.

"Foster father, this is too much; sooner or later, you'll play me to death."

The man sighed, deeply looking at Yang Fei.

"You've already died once; don't you understand the dangers within?"

"If I tell you everything now, it will only delay your cultivation, and once a karmic hindrance forms, you won't be able to break through.

At this point, the man shifted his gaze to the horizon where the water met the sky.

"A man should stand tall and face every battle in his life head-on."

"Your battlefield is here, while mine is in the Burial God Battlefield, where the true strong fight."

As he spoke, the man looked at Yang Fei and firmly patted his shoulder.

"Remember, I'll be waiting for you in the Burial God Battlefield; I need your help."

Seeing he was unwilling to talk about the Burial God Battlefield, Yang Fei didn't dare ask further.

He let out a long sigh.

"Alright, once I've mastered Martial Arts, I'll come find you."

The man laughed heartily, about to say something when his expression suddenly changed.

The smile on his lips turned exceedingly cold, and he lightly snorted through his nose.

"I didn't expect them to actually follow us here."

Yang Fei noticed the solemn and icy tone, startled.

"Who followed us here?"

The man didn't respond, turning around and speaking indifferently.

"Since you're here, you might as well come out."

Boom!

Beneath the sea, eight figures shot out from the water like cannonballs.

Amidst the cascading splashes, they formed a circle surrounding the man and Yang Fei.

These eight were clad in armor, holding longswords, exuding a terrifying aura.

They wore hideous divine masks, their faces obscured.

But from behind the masks, one could see pairs of beast-like, malicious eyes.

Yang Fei felt a chilling sensation in his heart.

Any one of these strong warriors surpassed Jing Kongzhao, much stronger than himself.

Yang Fei had never imagined such powerful warriors existed in the world, let alone eight of them.

The man stood amidst the eight, eyes narrowed, exuding killing intent.

"Seems you still haven't learned; I told you not to follow me."

"Hmph, True Martial King, you've defied Heaven's orders. Heaven commands us to apprehend and punish you."

One of the strong men spoke, his voice coarse, each word dripping with lethal intent.

The man sneered coldly, filled with deep mockery.

"That order was issued a year ago, so why recall it now?"

"Do you think my return to this realm has weakened me by less than thirty percent due to Heaven and Earth Rules, allowing you to act with impunity?"

The eight warriors stayed silent, tacitly acknowledging.

The man said no more, silently observing the eight warriors.

Behind the man, Yang Fei felt like a small boat in a harbor, not affected by the warriors, yet inwardly shaken to the core.

This man was the strongest Martial Arts practitioner Yang Fei had ever seen.

Judging by his words, after arriving here, his strength was reduced to less than thirty percent of his peak.

So, how formidable must he have been at his peak?

The eight warriors slowly raised their swords, moving their feet according to some formation.

Their movements quickened, eventually becoming a blur of speed and sword whistles, all merging into a hazy mass.

From afar, the eight figures formed a whirlwind-like wave, concealing countless longswords.

A faint smile of disdain appeared on the man's lips.

"Even weakened, none of you whelps can challenge me. Die now."

He spoke, extending his left hand, his slender fingers bending and clenching tightly.

Ah!

The eight warriors groaned, their spinning figures abruptly stopping.

Beneath the masks, their faces paled, eyes brimming with fear.

They were like flies in amber, controlled by an invisible force.

Their bodies remained in rapid advance, frozen motionless.

The man looked at them coldly, a mocking gleam in his eyes.

"Consider this a small lesson for Heaven."

He snapped his fingers with his left hand.

Boom boom!

Amidst a series of dull explosions, the eight warriors' bodies burst suddenly.

Their flesh scattered, shattered, armor and weapons blown to bits.

Yang Fei couldn't believe his eyes.

These warriors, each surpassing Spiritual Martial Arts Masters, couldn't withstand a single move against the man, dying without a trace.

And this was only because the man was using thirty percent of his power.

Yang Fei couldn't imagine, if the man used all his skill power, how overwhelmingly strong he would be.

Looking at the sword mark on the man's cheek, a chill ran down Yang Fei's spine.

Only now did he realize how terrifying the enemies this man faced were.

With such abilities, the man was still scarred by his foes.

No wonder he wouldn't share about the Burial God Battlefield.

With his strength compared to these Great Masters, there was no comparison; knowing wouldn't change anything.

Yang Fei stared blankly at the man.

The man turned, glancing at Yang Fei.

He seemed to know Yang Fei's thoughts, smiling gently.

"Someday, you'll be even stronger than me. Then, the Burial God Battlefield will be ours."

The man's strong confidence seemed to infect Yang Fei.

Yang Fei nodded firmly: "I will, wait for me!"

Together, they reached out and slapped their hands together, laughing heartily.

After finishing their high-five, the man waved his sleeve.

A massive wave surged from the sea, sweeping towards the beach.

The wave engulfed the eight mangled corpses on the shore, washing even the beach clean.

He glanced at the sky, bidding farewell to Yang Fei.

"It's getting late; I must join my woman. Boy, work hard, I'll wait for you at the Burial God Battlefield."

Yang Fei suddenly remembered the deadly Divine Punishment, shouting urgently.

"Wait, what about Divine Punishment? Is there a way to break it?"

The man looked at Yang Fei, then chuckled and scolded him lightly.

"Fool, a true strong man doesn't fear Divine Punishment. It only makes the strong stronger. Why fear it?"

Yang Fei was stunned upon hearing this.

"So, Divine Punishment is truly unavoidable."