Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 975 - 976: A Tough Nut to Crack

Behind Zhong Xiang, there were three great masters.

Each of them carried an extraordinary aura, as stable as mountains, all of them were Great Grandmasters who had advanced from Core Formation to Divine Communication.

What Yang Fei had not anticipated was that the leader of these three masters was Wu Yunfei, who usually wore a simple and solemn expression.

As the Vice President of Jiahe Entertainnt, Wu Yunfei had kept a low profile over the years, being bossed around by Cao Zhengyang like a servant.

Who would have thought that he was a Great Grandmaster of Core Formation to Divine Communication?

Even Yang Fei was deceived by his honest and dull appearance.

Yang Fei realized he almost stumbled into the trap, feeling secretly alard.

Behind Wu Yunfei were two other individuals.

One displayed a calm deanor, and a humble attitude, while the other was extrely arrogant, rolling his eyes, looking coldly at Yang Fei and his group.

The montum and Essence Qi of these three great masters were no less than Qin Feng, whom Yang Fei had just defeated.

What startled Yang Fei more was Zhong Xiang.

Around him, there were no signs of Essence Qi rising, his manner was stable, ancient yet filled with vitality.

Yet, as he approached step by step, it seed as if the entire universe revolved around him, possessing an incomparable majestic presence like an emperor on a golden throne.

Zhong Xiang's realm was either through the Gangjin or had cultivated so technique to an extrely profound level.

The Changfeng Squad, battle-hardened, recognized this at a glance.

These four individuals were not to be trifled with, and Zhong Xiang especially had reached an unapproachable realm.

However, no one moved, just coldly observing Zhong Xiang and his group.

The Rascals Legion was not just about trickery and foul play. When truly facing a powerful adversary, everyone was resolved to fight to the death.

Yang Fei snorted, "I never thought, after ten years in jail, you haven't changed a bit."

"As soon as you got out, you gathered your old crew and started causing trouble. This ti, it might not just be another ten years in prison."

Zhong Xiang smiled faintly, looking at him leisurely.

"I won't argue with soone about to die. Tell , are you going to break your own limbs and let handle you, or should I cripple you one by one?"

Yang Fei raised his hand slightly: "Changfeng Squad, prepare to attack."

His gesture was strange, with his thumb and index finger forming a V-shape, and the remaining three fingers bent down one by one.

The three great masters on the opposite side all beca stern and stepped forward to protect Zhong Xiang.

The reputation of Changfeng Squad was not fabricated but earned through countless bloody battles. These people were well aware of the squad's ferocity.

A dozen or so Changfeng team mbers were determined to fight desperately.

Even though these three had advanced from Core Formation to Divine Communication, they were not easy to deal with in such a narrow hallway.

Yang Fei suddenly swung his hand: "Retreat quickly."

In an instant, the Changfeng team mbers, who were solemnly prepared and righteous, suddenly changed their deanor.

These people were in a panic, rushing out of the building like a flock of startled wild rabbits.

Zhong Xiang and the four great masters were almost dumbfounded.

Is this the legendary, ever-victorious Changfeng Squad?

Cower in combat, flee without a fight, the Changfeng Squad before them was like a group of panic-stricken hares, fleeing for their lives.

Zhong Xiang was both amused and exasperated, let out a long howl, and charged forward: "Where are you running to!"

The corridor was narrow, allowing only two people to truly engage in combat.

Yang Fei suddenly turned around, his eyes flashing red.

The eerie redness was filled with an incomparable sense of ferocity, making Zhong Xiang hesitate for a mont.

At the sa ti, Zhong Xiang's chest suddenly pained sharply, as if pierced by sothing.

The Gang Yuan Qi he had gathered dissipated by half in an instant.

At this mont, Yang Fei leaped high into the air, bringing down a Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal with a thunderous clap from mid-air.

Boom!

His palm shattered the air, the black Gang Qi Cyclone swirling in his palm, emitting a deep sound.

This palm strike carried a fierce and destructive power, as if the heavens were collapsing, pressing down overwhelmingly.

Zhong Xiang's eyes contracted as he sat back, assuming the horse stance, as stable as a mountain, like an emperor on a golden throne.

Suddenly, an invisible aura erupted from him: "Golden Hamr Style!"

With a loud shout, Zhong Xiang's hands were like gilt thousand-pound hamrs, lifting upward.

It was the most powerful technique from the Soldier's Eight Forms, the Golden Hamr Style, executed with bold and unrestricted force, unstoppable.

Boom!

Yang Fei's Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal struck between Zhong Xiang's fists with a loud explosion.

The tiles beneath Zhong Xiang shattered, sending shards flying, his sleeves shredded by a whirlwind of Gang Wind.

Behind Zhong Xiang, the three top masters were swept by the howling Gang Wind, unable to advance, forced to retreat.

Half of Zhong Xiang's body was numbed by Yang Fei's Big Handprint, his chest's Qi-Blood surging, almost causing him to vomit blood.

He was shocked: "I never expected to encounter such a master in this place!"

Little did he know, Yang Fei was rely a Master of Danjin.

The reason Yang Fei could unleash the destructive power of a Master of Gangjin was because of using the ultimate move, the Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal, burning Essence Qi to forcibly upgrade his realm by a notch.

Moreover, Yang Fei's string of secret attacks first startled Zhong Xiang's mind with Tiger Ghost, then attacked Zhong Xiang's internal organs with Scale Shock Subsonic Wave, dispersing so of his Essence Qi.

Finally, he unleashed the ultimate weapon, the Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal, which pinned Zhong Xiang down.

Yang Fei, after succeeding in his strike, let out a loud shout, and the Eight Path Elephant Shock Force surged through the Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal.

Zhong Xiang was in shock and dismay.

He never imagined that such martial arts could exist in the world.

Zhong Xiang gritted his teeth, gathering Gang Yuan Qi to counter Yang Fei's Elephant Shock Force.

Yet he only managed to counter the first five or six forces, the last two forces still injured Zhong Xiang's internal organs.

Wow!

Zhong Xiang spit out a mouthful of blood.

The three great masters behind him, unable to rush forward in ti, were shocked at the sudden injury of King Wuxiang.

At this mont, Mad Blade rolled and executed a Dragon Claw Hand, accurately striking Zhong Xiang's vital point.

Roar!

Zhong Xiang let out an angry roar, his entire body suddenly emanating golden Gang Qi Cyclones.

A trendous force erupted from him, spreading wildly to his surroundings.

Mad Blade on the ground was caught in the Gang Qi Cyclone, letting out a muffled grunt.

His tower-like body was hurled out like a kite with a broken string.

Yang Fei also couldn't withstand Zhong Xiang's sudden Gang Qi Storm, stumbling back, face pale.

He used the montum to roll backward, grabbing the fallen Mad Blade, rushing out of the corridor.

Just after escaping the Bank Tower, Yang Fei could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his clothes with crimson blotches.

Mad Blade in Yang Fei's arms was severely injured and unconscious.

The Changfeng team mbers, already outside the building and ready to ambush Zhong Xiang at any mont, were shocked to see Yang Fei and Mad Blade gravely injured.

Yang Fei threw Mad Blade to Fan Yi, waving repeatedly: "Quickly, retreat, they're tough!"

The Changfeng Squad quickly vanished into the darkness.