CHAPTER 616: CHAPTER 375, "THOUSAND LAYERS MOUNTAIN"!_2

He unleashed a punch with such casual simplicity.

The punch seemed light and airy, with no aura overflowing, no space tearing.

There were no signs of anomaly, not even the slightest abnormality.

Yet, this was the most bizarre part.

A minor grandmaster revered for decades was not to be underestimated by anyone.

Tang Fei’s Yin Yang Qi whirled madly within him, creating massive vortexes one after another in his body.

Even the Yin Erosion Sword at his waist emitted a humming sound, vibrating incessantly.

The Black Robe on his body fluttered without wind, rustling loudly—it was the Fist Power radiating from his body that blew it outward.

Tang Fei also unleashed a punch.

Tang Shengyan had only said to take his punch, not that he had to stand there unable to fight back.

He wouldn’t do something as foolish as that—it was courting death.

Who could withstand a punch from a minor grandmaster?

Even his beloved master, Great Grandmaster Xuanyuan Mingjing, wouldn’t dare.

As the punch was thrown, dragons roared and elephants trumpeted, with four dragons and four elephants surging forth.

Four dragons soared to the sky, four elephants collapsed the earth.

Silver light cascaded out, making the already bright heavens shine even brighter.

This was the power of the "Dragon Elephant Demon Suppression Skill" at its fourth level.

Before entering the Ghost Prison, Tang Fei had already successfully advanced to the third level of the "Dragon Elephant Demon Suppression Skill."

After entering the Ghost Prison, besides practicing the Netherworld Scroll, he also constantly used the "Dragon Elephant Demon Suppression Skill" to slay the evil spirits and monsters from the Netherworld Hell.

Tang Fei discovered that the "Netherworld Scroll" was an Evil God’s relic and the most sinister and wicked sword technique in the world.

So, when he used the "Netherworld Scroll," it attracted and promoted the aura of the Ghost Prison.

The more ferocious the monster, the heavier the Yin Qi, the more formidable his swordsmanship became.

The "Dragon Elephant Demon Suppression Skill" was a Buddhist classic, the utmost positive Yang power.

It was the antithesis to the atmosphere of the Ghost Prison, repelling each other.

Just as light will inevitably overcome evil, in the places where the sunlight flourishes, demons and monsters find no shelter, unable to reveal themselves.

Thus, the "Dragon Elephant Demon Suppression Skill" naturally restrained those ghostly creatures and had even greater destructive power against them.

With the Great Grandmaster Xuanyuan Mingjing by his side providing guidance, Tang Fei’s Fist Power improved by leaps and bounds.

In just one year, he broke through another level and mastered what was claimed to be the toughest Cultivation Technique in the world, reaching its fourth level.

With a punch thrown, the color of the sky and earth changed.

From the outside, Tang Fei’s Fist Power seemed much more fierce and powerful than Tang Shengyan’s.

It also had better appeal.

The onlooking crowd showed expressions of astonishment; many from the Monitoring Bureau were witnessing Director Tang in action for the first time.

"How is Tang Fei so formidable? Could General Tang not defeat him?"

"Qin Jianyi was defeated by his hands..."

"Has Tang Fei stepped into the Grandmaster Realm?"

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Upon the initial contact of their fists, Tang Fei immediately recognized the might of Tang Shengyan.

Tang Fei’s four dragons and four elephants collided with Tang Shengyan’s Fist Power only to hit a massive mountain.

How could the Dragons and Elephants’ strength contend with the towering mountain?

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Four loud explosions ensued as the massive bodies of the four dragons and four elephants shattered instantly.

Their bodies split as easily as if they were made of paper.

A shower of silver light fell, marking the last trace of their existence.

It was at this moment that the fists of Tang Fei and Tang Shengyan finally collided.

Tang Fei gritted his teeth and focused all of his Yin Yang Qi into his right fist.

Decades of cultivation, all his life’s power, concentrated into this punch.

Crack!

He managed to endure Tang Shengyan’s punch.

"Did I succeed?"

Joy surged in Tang Fei’s heart.

He had taken Tang Shengyan’s punch?

No, it wasn’t over yet...

Years of hunting in the harsh mountains had honed his innate reaction to imminent danger.

He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.

Once their colliding fists pulsed with a wave of majestic force, the second punch was even more turbulent—and more dangerous—than the first.

Then came the second layer, and the third...

One layer upon another.

"Thousand Layers Mountain," a mountain with a thousand layers.

This was not one punch but ten, a hundred, countless punches.

They were unleashed in an instant, yet the force was incessantly flowing.

Such strength was the realm of a Great Grandmaster, unending and inexhaustible.

How could he? How is this possible?

Could it be that Tang Shengyan has also advanced to the Great Grandmaster?

Tang Fei’s body was sent flying, and as he was about to smash into the wall of onlookers,

Yan Wenli flickered into action, catching him in his arms.

"Pu..."

Tang Fei spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

With bloodstains lingering at the corners of his mouth and squinting eyes, he looked at Tang Shengyan with a pale face and weakly asked, "Does this count... as taking your punch?"

Tang Shengyan looked down at his own fist, lacking the victor’s arrogance, his face instead showing confusion and shock.

Thousand Layers Mountain, mountains upon mountains.

One punch carrying the weight of a mountain, a single punch as heavy as a thousand mountains.

After landing the punch of Thousand Layers Mountain, Tang Fei remained unscathed and could even look him in the eyes and speak?

What strength does this boy possess?

Is the disciple of a Great Grandmaster truly this formidable?

"General Tang, Tang Fei is asking you... Does this punch count as taken?" asked Yan Wenli, his face grim.

"He took it."

Tang Shengyan lifted his head and said, "I keep my word... His matters with our Flame-Bathed Legion are wiped clean, no debts remain."

Just then, a car came speeding like a whirlwind and charged toward them.

Before the car even came to a complete stop, a young girl dressed in a white yoga outfit pushed open the door and ran over.

Seeing Tang Fei in Yan Wenli’s arms made her heart sink. Her pretty face frosted over as she anxiously asked, "Tang Fei... How are you?"

"Princess." Yan Wenli looked at Phoenix, his brow slightly furrowed, wondering why she had come.

"I’m asking how Tang Fei is."

Yan Wenli didn’t answer, uncertain of what to say.

All he saw was Tang Fei spitting blood and flying backward, but the extent of the injuries required further examination.

Phoenix stretched out her hand to Yan Wenli and said, "Give him to me."

"Your Highness..."

Yan Wenli refused.

He was well aware of Zhong Daolong’s attitude towards Tang Fei; if he openly handed Tang Fei over to Phoenix in front of everyone, wouldn’t that confirm the two’s relationship?

Although many things were known to all, there was a difference between knowing and seeing.

He did not want to cause more trouble for Tang Fei and Phoenix and was especially reluctant to fail to justify himself in front of Zhong Daolong.

After all, he was nominally Phoenix’s elder...

If he personally handed Tang Fei over to Phoenix, what would Zhong Daolong think of him?

"Give him to me," said Phoenix, her gaze piercing as she spoke again.

"Your Highness, you know... This isn’t good for you, nor for him. It’s not good for anyone," Yan Wenli attempted to persuade.

"Is that so? You realize now that it’s bad for him?"

Phoenix scoffed derisively and glanced at Tang Shengyan before addressing Yan Wenli, "Dean Yan, with so many witnesses, let me ask you... Who brought Tang Fei into the Monitoring Bureau?"

"It was me," said Yan Wenli.

He couldn’t sell out the person above, so when Phoenix asked, he had no choice but to take the blame himself.

"And who assigned the case to him?"

"Me as well," Yan Wenli replied.

"So, when someone forced their way into the Monitoring Bureau, and he stood up to stop them in the line of duty as he was ordered..." Phoenix’s gaze shifted to Tang Shengyan, and she angrily demanded, "Where is the fault in that?"

Yan Wenli was silent.

Tang Shengyan also gave no reply.

"People died, the Flame-Bathed Legion lost face. Therefore, General Tang came to seek justice."

Phoenix’s gaze moved back to Yan Wenli’s face. In that moment, Phoenix no longer resembled the composed and dignified princess but more like a wife fighting for justice for her aggrieved husband, "You told him to investigate, you gave the orders... You didn’t want to offend General Tang, so you handed him over."

"On what grounds?"

"Because he’s a nobody?"

"Because he has no power or influence?"

"So, does he deserve to die?"

Yan Wenli was speechless.

Tang Shengyan watched the scene thoughtfully, saying nothing.

"Is this the way you control people? Is this the so-called dignity of those in power? If sacrificing the lives of subordinates is necessary to save face... then I’d rather not have that face," Phoenix declared.

Yan Wenli was silent.

Tang Shengyan was silent as well.

"Give him to me," Phoenix demanded once more, raising her voice.

Her eyes were blazing, her stance resolute.

She knew what she had said, and she knew what she was doing.

If Tang Fei was going to be beaten to death by them, and if she didn’t stand up for him now...

Then no one would stand up for him.

She was a smart person, but smart people can do foolish things.

She didn’t want, and couldn’t allow them to bully Tang Fei anymore.

Even if the ones bullying him were her own dearest family.

Yan Wenli sighed softly and handed over Tang Fei, who was on the brink of death with his eyes closed, to Phoenix.

Phoenix took him into her arms, holding him tightly to her chest.

As if she were cradling the most precious treasure in the world.