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After Zhang Fei had knocked down ten people from the Changjiang Society, he stood there and smiled at those who were scared stiff but did not continue to take action.

Zhang Fei seemed to want to see how scared they were, so he was not in a hurry to attack them. When those guys came back to their senses, they had already given up on the idea of having so many people chop Zhang Fei into mincemeat, but their bodies were trembling, and the palms on which they held their sabers were already soaked with sweat. They looked at this Soul Emissary who was talking and killing people with fear, and only now did they know what Zhang Fei meant by "you will know when there is no one around". Even after falling down ten times, they still didn't even touch his clothes.

Compared to Zhang Fei's artistic method of killing, Su Xiang seemed a little more realistic. On his side, he was the only one who rushed forward. The people of the Chinese Sect did not move, but stood at their original spot and watched.

Not just here, even Zhang Han and Zhou Xinmin felt the same way. They just did not know what their goal was. Zhang Fei's sabre slashed again and again, leaving a deep wound on the enemy's body. It could not be fatal, but it was deadly, causing the injured person to squat on the ground in pain. The wounded person cried out endlessly while hugging the wound, a little bit of blood seemed to be his personality.

It seemed cruel, but who knew what he was trying to do? When his blade slashed through the fifth person's body, he couldn't slash at the sixth person because the blade was blocked in mid-air. A clear "ding" sound rang out and Zhang Fei was startled. He felt his arm go numb from holding the blade. He could not help but look over in shock, only to see Wang Yadong staring at him with a cold and arrogant look, holding an axe in his hand.

Those people from the Red Snake Gang were also frightened by Zhang Fei's ferocity. Seeing that Wang Yadong was about to confront him, they all gathered around the two of them, not daring to make a move. Zhang Fei looked at him and his heart settled down. He smiled at Wang Yadong and said, "Looks like although Wang Yadong is the leader of the Red Snake Gang, he doesn't really use this axe."

Wang Yadong was startled. He had not expected Ai Hui to be able to tell that he was not doing well with the axe. However, how could he admit it? He coldly snorted and said, "Yes or no, you'll know once you try." As he spoke, he looked like he was about to make a move.

However, he heard Zhang Fei say, "Wait."

Wang Yadong said, "Why? You don't dare?"

Zhang Fei smiled, "I just don't want to take advantage of you." As he spoke, he withdrew the blade in his hand and extended his large palm. He then said, "Please!"

Seeing this, Wang Yadong could not help but secretly admire him in his heart. He threw the axe in his hand to the ground and said, "Please."

Zhang Fei smiled lightly and suddenly threw a lightning-fast punch towards Wang Yadong's abdomen like a leopard. When the two of them stood so close to each other, coupled with his explosive strength, the people from the Red Snake Gang felt that he had arrived in front of Wang Yadong in an instant.

Wang Yadong did not expect Zhang Fei to be so fast, but he was indeed a good fighter. His reaction speed was much faster than an ordinary person's, and he immediately sprang out to meet the fist that was already not far in front of him.

"Bang." As their fists and kicks met, they saw Zhang Fei's momentum being halted, while Wang Yadong, who was standing on one leg, took a few steps back. A look of admiration flashed across both of their eyes as Zhang Fei bellowed and did not stop his attack. Wang Yadong grunted in agreement. His right hand formed a palm and caught Zhang Fei's fist. Then, with a single kick, he sent it flying and landed it right on top of Zhang Fei's head.

Zhang Fei was startled and immediately used his left elbow to block the kick. He could only feel his arm go numb, while his fist was actually gripped firmly by him. He did not dare to think too much. With a cold harrumph, he turned around and squatted down. Both his legs kicked out at the same time, aiming at Wang Yadong, who was standing with only one leg on the ground. The hand that was being held by Wang Yadong turned 180 degrees with Wang Yadong's hand. Fortunately, both their hands were turned 180 degrees together, otherwise, his hand would have been crippled.

Of course, he also knew that after turning around, his opponent's hand would follow his own, which was why he dared to use this move. Seeing him use such a strange move, Wang Yadong could not help but be shocked. He knew how powerful his arm strength was, but he did not expect it to be unable to grab onto one of his arms.

But without time to think, he felt a sharp pain in his legs, but it was blocked by Zhang Fei. Under the force of Zhang Fei's sweep, he only felt his body lose its balance and was about to fall. In a panic, he let go of Zhang Fei's fist and used his elbow to fiercely press down on Zhang Fei's shoulder.

Zhang Fei did not expect him to react so quickly. He immediately placed one hand on the ground and used his other hand to block the wrist of the elbow he was pressing down. Sensing his immense pressure, Zhang Feiyang's body, which was supported by one of his hands, fiercely slid a few more steps forward and was about to lie down on the ground.

Zhang Fei shouted as he lifted Wang Yadong's body, which was not light at all, away from him. He then moved his body a few inches away from the ground and landed firmly on the ground.

Wang Yadong was also thrown aside by Zhang Fei. He regained his balance in the air and stood a meter or two away from Zhang Fei. Upon seeing this, the two of them simultaneously leapt forward to attack each other. Instantly, the two of them clashed. After displaying all of their fighting techniques, the people from the Red Snake Gang stared at him with their eyes wide open.

At the same time, Zhou Xinmin formed fists into claws, and wherever it passed, the enemies that charged at him would scream miserably. His claws were grabbed by the enemy's neck, and with a clear sound, the enemy's throat was gently crushed or his arms were broken.

He stood in the middle of the enemy like an outstanding assassin. He had already killed countless people. There was no fear on his face from the first time he had killed someone. Instead, his eyes were filled with passion and ruthlessness.

He seemed to have found the stage where he could unleash his passion. He was striking these opponents that could not withstand a single blow. Perhaps Zhang Jun had already calculated the opponent's weakness just to let him practice killing. He wanted him to become his own person, so that he wouldn't need to worry about the future.

He was like a drunk drunk drunk, swaying from side to side among the sabers, but no one hurt him. Those people with sabers in their hands, on the other hand, often lost the target in front of them when they attacked him, and then they would cut their own people with their own sabers.

The battle lance in his hand was still there. From time to time, he would wipe off the bloodstains on the battle lance, as if he was afraid that someone else's blood would dirty his battle lance. He wasn't fighting to the death, he was playing life. The high-spirited gang members in An Qing City immediately lost their will to fight under the deterrence of the four men. At this moment, the brothers of the Chinese Sect who had yet to make a move pulled out their sabers from their waists and rushed towards the chaotic crowd.

A group of hungry wolves rushed into the flock of sheep. They slaughtered those who didn't seem to resist at all without showing any mercy. The river wind blew past, and finally, they smelled the smell of blood. The smell of blood drifted through the hazy river, and miserable screams filled the entire river bank. A massacre was taking place in the mortal world.

Although there were a lot of people, there weren't many who were able to fight against the people of the Chinese Sect. Those gang leaders seemed to be too weak to withstand a single blow, and it was unknown whether it was because their boss had forgotten about the fight or what, but none of them were able to fight against anyone from the Chinese Sect.

Wang Yadong, on the other hand, was a good fighter. He fought the most fiercely against Zhang Fei. Even after battling for over ten minutes, Zhang Fei was still unable to take him down. He could be considered a very strong person.

Many of the injured had already escaped, but the only place they could escape to was the vast Yangtze River. 'Splash! Splash!' The sound of the river could be heard from time to time. Some of the injured were even kicked into the river after being killed.

In the Shadow Headquarters, Lu Changfeng, Lu Changfeng's son, Lu Xiaofeng, along with Gao Jun, Xie Zhiqiang, and Mo Xing stared fixedly at the eight to nine inch long blood-colored war letter on the desk.

This was what Lu Changfeng had discovered when he came in at night. It had been quietly placed there ever since he had discovered it.

After a long while, he saw Xie Zhiqiang frowning and said, "This should be the symbol of the Chinese Sect. I wonder if this is considered a written challenge?"

Lu Changfeng snorted coldly, "Give the order to the brothers below. Just don't get caught unprepared by their attacks. I don't believe that he will be that powerful in An Qing."

Mo Xing immediately nodded and said, "This subordinate has already told us that no matter how powerful the Chinese Sect is, it would not be able to attack us. Even if they did come, they would not be able to return."

Lu Changfeng nodded his head, only to see Gao Jun saying with some worry, "We cannot underestimate any one of them. In fact, other than Zhang Fei from the Chinese Sect, they have two other more terrifying experts. They are even more terrifying than Zhang Fei."

Lu Changfeng answered with an 'oh' and looked at him, "You've seen them before?"

Gao Jun nodded. "That's right, they killed my father …" Furthermore, I am not their match at all. " Gao Jun's eyes dimmed, his tone downcast.

Lu Changfeng thoughtfully nodded his head and said, "Just as you said, they are indeed a terrifying opponent …"

Mo Xing coldly snorted and said, "Not necessarily, we are no match for him. I think Brother Gao is being overly worried."

Gao Jun frowned and ignored him. He looked at Lu Changfeng who had an uncertain expression and said, "The last time we met, I did not have the chance to draw my saber in front of him."