Chapter 1751: 1771: The Mastermind

Yang Fei's body spun, with True Martial Qi force coupled with Heaven and Earth Vital Energy, forming a massive whirlwind.

The barrel of oil in his hand, however, swung and rotated like a meteor hammer.

Yang Fei dashed through the center of the four, and one Nidang disciple failed to dodge, getting struck by the barrel in Yang Fei's hand.

He screamed miserably as his bones shattered, his body flying out like a kite with a broken string.

In no time, Yang Fei had already charged under the deck.

The blind master, recognizing shapes by sound, abandoned his Blind Man's Cane and lunged at Yang Fei with his whole body.

His entire body was crawling with ants; if Yang Fei got touched, a multitude of ants would cover him, turning him into a skeleton instantly.

Yang Fei used the Tai Chi Cloud Hands to gently lift the blind man, enveloping him with the vortex power formed by True Martial Qi force.

The blind man was unexpectedly hoisted in the air by Yang Fei. Yang Fei unleashed his Dark Force, the torrential True Martial Qi force twisting ferociously.

Ah!

The blind master was invaded by Yang Fei's True Martial Qi force, blood gushing from his mouth, eyes bulging, and all his internal organs getting shredded to pieces.

He never imagined that Yang Fei's Martial Arts Realm had reached a level of killing from a distance.

His countless ants were completely useless.

Bang!

The blind master's body fell to the side.

The ants on his body, having lost control, crawled rapidly, frantically devouring the blind man's flesh.

The blind man didn't even have time to scream as his entire body turned to white bones, becoming a skeleton.

Within a few seconds, even his bones were invisible, completely gnawed clean by the countless ants.

Yang Fei watched this scene, feeling a cold chill down his spine.

Meanwhile, three Nidang disciples pursued him again, hidden weapons whizzing like bullets, shooting toward Yang Fei.

Yang Fei didn't dare delay a step, hefting two large barrels of cooking oil, he rushed up to the deck.

On the deck, the torch Elder Situ held was already burned out.

Even his outer garment had been stripped off, formed into a fireball to drive away the ants; it was a critical moment.

Yang Fei threw the two barrels of cooking oil over and smashed them with a Splitting Sky Palm, causing oil to splatter all over the deck in an instant.

"Light it up!"

Yang Fei shouted, and Elder Situ threw out the last remaining fireball.

With a whoosh, the cooking oil ignited, forming a fire dragon, swiftly spreading around.

In this way, Elder Situ was trapped in a sea of fire, and the surrounding ants were quickly engulfed.

Yang Fei jumped onto the mast, grabbing the rope, his entire body swooping like the Flying General straight toward Elder Situ.

Using the force of the swinging rope, Yang Fei grabbed Elder Situ, and the two of them swept across the deck from above.

Seeing the swing's force diminishing, Yang Fei let go of the rope, and the two fell towards the sea.

Amid the hustle, Yang Fei glanced at the deck.

The deck was ablaze, with a fire already forming a prairie; three Nidang experts were fleeing with their heads in their hands, in utter disarray.

Plop!

Yang Fei and Elder Situ plunged into the sea, with the salty and fishy seawater flooding their mouths and noses, bone-chilling cold.

Rumble!

Just as the two plunged into the sea, the yacht suddenly exploded.

The soaring flames burned fiercely, like a gigantic torch on the dark sea.

Although Elder Situ was old, he was ultimately a Core Formation to Divine Communication Martial Arts master.

As he fell into the sea, he immediately saved himself and swam toward the shore.

Yang Fei, however, turned around, staring at the blazing fire on the sea, somewhat lost in thought.

The complexity of this matter exceeded Yang Fei's imagination.

Whether it was the betrayal of Qin Cheng and others from the Hongmen Sect or Nidang's involvement, all made Yang Fei have a feeling that this matter was not simple.

Yang Fei could even sense that, behind this incident, a huge black hand has always been controlling everything.

Everyone was like a pawn, manipulated by him.

Perhaps Yang Fei was just another pawn in his hand.

Thinking of this, Yang Fei clenched his fist, secretly laughing coldly.

No one dares to treat Yang Fei as a pawn; if someone does, they better beware of Yang Fei flipping their chessboard.

With this thought, Yang Fei turned around and swam toward the shore.

Suddenly, the yacht on sea caught fire and countless rescue boats from the shore rushed urgently toward the yacht.

On the beach, a blonde woman in a trench coat and a Chinese young man stood side by side.

The firelight flickered on their faces, dim and bright.

The blonde woman had short hair and cold eyes, silver-white waistcoat covered by a trench coat, the lines somewhat androgynous.

She looked at the burning yacht, smiling with satisfaction.

"With this fire burning, the Hongmen Sect's infighting can no longer be peacefully resolved, what a great move."

The Chinese young man snorted, somewhat regretfully.

"It's a pity that old guy wasn't burned to death, otherwise, it would save me a lot of effort."

The short-haired woman arrogantly looked at the sea, the firelight reflecting countless golden snakes swimming on the sea surface.

"We will play this game slowly. If it ends at once, wouldn't it be too boring?"

At this, the short-haired woman reached out to the Chinese young man, with a cold smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Anyway, the Hongmen Sect is already under your control; we have achieved a phase victory, don't you want to buy me a drink?"

The Chinese young man held the short-haired woman's hand, rubbing his thumb on her smooth hand back.

"Of course, but as far as I know, Queen Hera likes not just champagne but also strong men."

The short-haired woman's trench coat flapped in the sea breeze, but her eyes showed a bit more smile.

"What a bold move, but don't you know that Zeus is a god who is good at jealousy? His wrath would destroy you."

The handsome Chinese young man laughed, having a graceful arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Zeus? Haha, at this moment, he should be more concerned about how to handle those Evil Dragon folks, right?"

"Though Zeus is known as the King of Ten Thousand Gods, he's injured and no longer the absolute Heavenly Father he used to be."

At this point, a trace of warmth appeared in the Chinese young man's smile.

"Moreover, in my heart, the true ruler of this world is not Lord Zeus but you, the beautiful and powerful Queen Hera!"

The Chinese young man picked up the short-haired woman's hand and lightly kissed the back of it.

The short-haired woman smiled slightly, pulling her hand back from the Chinese young man's grip.

"You should first control the Hongmen Sect; with them in hand, only then can we have the leverage to negotiate with those old codgers from the Skull Society."

"Otherwise, without the support of financial groups and being in the eyesight of higher-ups, you and I will forever be Zeus's pawns."

The Chinese young man wasn't angry, looking at the burning flames on the sea, squinting with a smile.

"Guess what topic will I choose for tomorrow's Hongmen Sect headquarters meeting speech?"