Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1541 - 1542: Life and Death No Longer Matter

At this mont, the blood-red space wormhole had yet to dissipate.

The defeated strongn of the Barbarian Tribe were dragging the corpses of their companions, escaping cleanly.

In front of the space wormhole, a big man who stood like a tower was looking at Yang Fei and Cui Xiang with a complacent expression.

This big man was none other than Mad Blade.

Yang Fei and Cui Xiang were both surprised and overjoyed, they didn't expect that just as they were talking about Cao Cao, he would arrive.

Behind Mad Blade stood the Three Swords, who were short and stout, and Fan Yi, who looked cool and handso with a straight back, then there was lively and witty Shen Feng, and the grim-faced Ghost Wolf...

In the blink of an eye, the entire Evil Dragon Squad had arrived.

Yang Fei was overjoyed and rushed towards the brothers of the Evil Dragon Squad.

Yang Fei hugged Mad Blade in a bear hug, and the two spun around in a circle.

Mad Blade scread wildly out of control, tears of joy streaming down his face.

"Little Bird Yang, I knew this calamity of yours wouldn't die. If you were dead, how would it an anything for to be alive?"

Yang Fei laughed heartily, hugging Mad Blade, then embraced everyone one by one.

Everyone had lost contact with Yang Fei ever since Black Forest descended.

Now, seeing Yang Fei, everyone's faces lit up with smiles, as if a big stone had been lifted from their hearts.

While everyone was hugging and laughing, the masters of the Night Clan backed away voluntarily.

They had already realized the relationship between these unfamiliar visitors and their master.

Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang stood behind Yang Fei, watching Mad Blade and the others with curiosity, feeling quite fresh.

Mad Blade also noticed Ye Liuguang and Ye Shengge, giving a sly smile, full of deep aning.

These two girls, even by Mad Blade's standards, were first-class beauties.

He winked and made faces at Yang Fei.

"Little Bird Yang, honestly confess, how many won have you taken in this Kingdom of Won?"

Yang Fei imdiately straightened up, his face stern with righteousness.

"Sorry, I have always pursued beautiful and pure feelings. If you slander my moral integrity again, I won't let it slide."

Yang Fei looked at this guy, earnestly explaining and spat.

Everyone also couldn't help but laugh, as they were all too familiar with Yang Fei's overwhelming luck with won.

At this ti, Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang were closely following behind Yang Fei, which everyone clearly understood.

Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang saw that everyone had settled down and gracefully ca forward to salute Yang Fei.

"Master, are these all your friends? Are they also from the Land of Sunshine?"

"Yes, just right, let introduce you to these brothers of mine."

Yang Fei nodded, waving Ye Shengge to gather the team.

Before long, all the masterful mbers of the Night Clan gathered around, surrounding the Evil Dragon Squad tightly.

The crowd looked at the various strange patterns of Mad Blade and the others, inevitably feeling curious.

Mad Blade puffed his beard and glared, making faces, causing several Night Clan girls to giggle uncontrollably.

Yang Fei introduced the identities of Mad Blade and the others to the Night Clansn.

The many Night Clan masters looked at Mad Blade and the others, whose appearances were robust and masculine, and everyone was in awe.

"These are the real n, every one of them is exceedingly handso!"

"Look at these n and think of those male servants back ho, I almost want to get rid of them now."

"See that Big Beard? So handso, tonight I'm going to make him my male servant."

"No, my idol is the Master, and I'm saving my first ti for the Master."

The most common n seen by the Night Clan won were fair-skinned and delicate-looking pretty boys; they had never seen such imposing, ruggedly handso n before.

Now that they had, they couldn't help but find it novel.

A group of beautiful won gathered around the Changfeng Squad, comnting and exclaiming with admiration.

The Evil Dragon Brothers were all old rogues, with skin as thick as city walls.

Yet at this mont, being watched by so many won, each of their faces began to flush with color.

Yang Fei secretly found it amusing and, after the introductions were over, let Ye Shengge arrange lodging for the Evil Dragon fellows.

Just as Yang Fei and the Evil Dragon brothers were reuniting, new developnts unfolded in the ruins city,

A lone ragged man sat in the middle of the square, and before him stood a tall and majestic God Statue.

Not far away, blood-red clouds hung low, hovering over the city.

The clouds shifted, resembling a giant monocular eye, gazing down on the entire city of ruins.

The ragged man sat cross-legged in front of the God Statue, and a Longsword was stuck three ters away from him.

Under the reflection of the blood-red sky, the heavenly light shone on the Longsword, as if it were stained with a large amount of blood.

The ragged man's gaze stayed fixed on the God Statue, his expression calm and composed, with no hint of anger or joy, his eyes serene.

In the blink of an eye, he had already lost three True Martial level strongn, yet the man was as calm as if nothing had happened, indifferent to it all.

At this mont, a woman appeared behind the ragged man, sighing softly.

"I have co out of isolation."

The woman wore a snow-white dress, her long hair flowing, her eyes as bright as stars, exuding a sense of languid yet ethereal grace.

The ragged man did not turn his head, speaking in a mild tone: "After entering so Divine Tomb, did you gain anything?"

The woman sighed softly, her eyes gazing at the God Statue before the man.

"You've spent all day facing this God Statue, it wouldn't have been in vain. I believe you must have gained so insight."

The ragged man shook his head, then nodded.

"I've only comprehended up to the Second Layer of Ten Thousand Swords to the Ancestor. Compared to you, my talent is far short."

The woman's beautiful face showed a trace of tenderness.

"You have been quite diligent. I believe you will find the whereabouts of Hidden Sword Peak and restore the forr glory of the cultivation world's number one sword faction."

The ragged man shook his head, his expression showing a hint of lancholy.

"It's a pity I've never been able to find the inheritor of the Heavenly Secret Sword; otherwise, by rging our mories, I could unlock the sealed mories."

As he finished speaking, he raised his head: "By then, we will certainly discover the whereabouts of Hidden Sword Peak."

The woman sighed as if she didn't want to dwell on such a heavy topic, deciding to switch the subject.

"Three Divine Envoys have been killed. What should we do now?"

The ragged man furrowed his brow, seemingly reluctant to discuss this topic.

Yet in the end, he sighed.

"Even I didn't expect the disciple left by the Martial God to grow so quickly; it's terrifying how capable the younger generation is."

The woman's face flashed with a trace of chill.

"Even if it's a disciple of the Martial God, if he blocks our path, he must die."

The ragged man shook his head gently: "Grand Priest, you don't know the terror of the Martial God."

"It's best if we can avoid conflict with such a peerless strongman."

The Grand Priest let out a heavy snort.

"But he has killed our people one after the other. How could we possibly swallow this insult?"

The man laughed, an ironic glint flashing in his eyes.

"Among those four, Fourth Lady can no longer surpass her limitations; her potential has reached its end, and her death is not regrettable."

"Chu Zhuang had imnse talent! Yet his mindset was too narrow, severely limiting his accomplishnts."

Saying this, his eyes flashed with a dagger-like sharpness.

"Shi Kong, indeed, was a talent, not only having a high Martial Arts Realm but also great potential and a very perceptive mind."

"However, regrettably, he wouldn't work for ."

The man finished speaking, shaking his head and sighing.

"It doesn't matter whether they live or die; we don't need to offend the Martial God over a group of failures."