The figure with a sword strapped to his back was none other than Tian San, the third on the Dragon Ranking and a formidable general under Ye Han. Upon hearing the sound, the Mid-stage Grandmaster instinctively released his Grandmaster Domain, but to his utter astonishment, it had absolutely no effect. He stood frozen in place.

"Hmph! Ignorant whelp!" The female voice remained crisp, yet it carried a profound density of killing intent.

The moment the voice faded, Tian San’s face contorted in shock. He moved his lips, then suddenly...

"Pfft!" A mist of blood sprayed out. Tian San hastily retracted his Grandmaster Domain, staring warily at his surroundings.

"You can't see me, can't even feel my presence, so what are you looking at? Be careful, I might cripple you right now." The voice held a playful tone, but it was precisely calibrated to keep Tian San subdued. "Remember what I said, or you will regret it!"

"Who on earth are you..." Tian San sputtered, but before he could finish the question, he coughed up another mouthful of blood, revealing the terrifying power of someone who could render a Mid-stage Grandmaster utterly defenseless.

"The presence is gone?" Tian San’s complexion was ghastly pale, but a deep gravity settled between his brows. "Young Master, we have serious trouble this time."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Tian San's figure vanished from the tarmac. The instant he disappeared, two other figures materialized.

"What is your plan? This invitation gathering hosted by the Eight Great Families is clearly a setup. If mishandled, that boy could easily walk into an indelible trap." A middle-aged man, gentle in expression yet rigidly upright in posture, simply stood suspended in mid-air.

"I don't know, but anyone who intends to harm Brother Yi must die." These words were spoken by a little girl, perhaps only eleven or twelve years old. Although the statement seemed incredible coming from her, her expression showed utter seriousness.

"En, I’ve already sent word to Chinatown. Do whatever you like," the middle-aged man said, gazing at the little girl with immense affection.

"Hmph!" The little girl seemed unimpressed, vanishing into the air in a flash.

The middle-aged man watched her go, pausing for a moment before sighing deeply. "When will you ever forgive me, alas...!" As the words ended, the man’s expression tightened, a faint smile touching his lips as he murmured to himself, "Little fellow, it seems quite a few people have come to your aid and worry for you. Have the Blood Clan also submitted to your command? Hmm, a very outstanding young man."

"The Young Master's aura was present here!" A foreign blonde woman, dressed distinctively but undeniably sexily, spoke with a smile.

Beside her stood seven men and women. One of the men said, "Let's go!"

"En." As the eight finished speaking, their figures vanished from the airport in the blink of an eye. Had they not been near the entrance, it was uncertain how many people would have been alarmed.

What is destined to come will eventually arrive; what is not, will never appear, no matter how much one forces it. This is the nature of the Chess Game of Fate. If Heaven is the player, Earth is the board, and people are the pieces, then the world today is a vast, intricate game. To break free from the player's control, one must be extraordinarily outstanding, escaping the leash of that damn destiny—this was what Yang Yi constantly thought.

His acquaintance with Ye Han made Yang Yi clearly realize how childish his own previous methods had been. Becoming a warlord was easy, but becoming an excellent warlord was harder than ascending to heaven—though not impossible. To gain everyone's recognition of his power, he needed to create his own miracles, his own legends. Perhaps this echoed what the Black God Gang used to proclaim: a legend skilled at forging myths and miracles.

"Dragon Lord, this is the headquarters territory of our Hangzhou branch," Lin Bai gestured toward a rather large hotel ahead.

Indeed, Lin Bai, who came from the underworld and started in the entertainment industry, had established the branch territory within an entertainment venue. Glancing over, Yang Yi could clearly see the twelve-story building operating entirely according to the Black God Gang's entertainment model: combining a bar, TV studio, sauna, hotel, and casino—an excellent base of operations.

"I actually feel a bit fortunate now that we arranged the Black God Gang's operations this way," Yang Yi thought wryly and stepped inside.

In truth, with this kind of commercial, entertainment-focused operation, whatever transactions the Black God Gang conducted in the shadows would be obscured. Traditional law enforcement would assume that true gang activity only occurred in such visible venues. Modern triads are not like the old days, foolishly meeting in tea houses or skating rinks for deals. Now, as long as you have the money, you can get what you want safely and quickly. That is the modern underworld.

"Young Master, that is the situation. Based on what she said, it was as if she knew you were the Sect Master of the Heavenly Ghost lineage," Tian San reported, kneeling on one hand, supporting himself on the ground before Ye Han.

Ye Han’s expression was heavy. In China, the Lineage Families and the Four Great Sects were the dominant powers, followed by the official government, then the Eight Great Families, and finally the underworld. Based on Tian San’s report, Ye Han kept wondering what kind of force this could be.

"En, who do you think the other party might be?" Ye Han asked languidly, resting a hand against his face while sitting in the grand armchair.

Tian San shook his head helplessly. "Please forgive me, Young Master. Their auras were too bizarre; I couldn't discern who they were at all."

"I recall you once clashed with members of the Heavenly Dragon Lineage? Could it be them?" Suddenly, a strange figure accompanied by a woman's voice appeared beside Ye Han. Judging by her attire, most people seeing her would be stunned. She wore loose cloth robes, and a terrifying Asura mask covered her face. If not for hearing her voice, one would hardly guess she was a woman.

But just as the woman finished speaking, another figure materialized—a middle-aged man, who was none other than Tian Si. "Third Brother, could it be that you've been holding back for too long and are seeing things unclearly?"

"Fourth Brother, what exactly do you mean by that?" Tian San asked, a flash of coldness in his eyes.

It was evident that the relationship between Tian San and Tian Si had always been strained. Tian Si gave a strange chuckle. "I mean nothing specific. I just recall an old fellow from the Heavenly Lineage warning me last time!"

"Impossible! The people I encountered today carried no aura of the Lineage Families!"

"Enough, stop arguing in my presence!" Ye Han frowned, and an aura of deep gloom instantly spread, injecting a palpable oppressiveness into the already dim room.

"Forgive us, Young Master," Tian San and Tian Si exclaimed simultaneously, their expressions shifting violently.

"Tian Yi, what is the situation with the Heavenly Lineage Family?" Ye Han addressed the masked woman beside him.

This woman was Tian Yi, the number one master on the Dragon Ranking. Many assumed such a high-ranking individual would be male, but she was surprisingly a woman, and an extremely formidable one at that.

"The Heavenly Lineage Family seems to have dispatched quite a few people to the secular world recently. According to my knowledge, it appears they are focused on one person," Tian Yi’s voice was clear and light, yet it carried immense power to the ear.

Ye Han’s brow furrowed upon hearing this. He gave a strange smile. "I suspected early on that they were searching for a suitable candidate to inherit the Heavenly Dragon Grandmaster title, and now it is likely for that very reason. So, who is this person?"

"The Black God Gang's Dragon Lord, Yang Yi!"

"Oh? How interesting?" Ye Han maintained his apathetic smile—a smile that reminded one of those who put on airs. However, whether he was posturing or not, Ye Han possessed formidable strength.

"Are they making any moves now?"

"None yet, though that old fellow Yang Xuan has been stirring up some activity."

"En, continue your observation. If anyone obstructs me, you know what to do without me needing to spell it out, correct?"

"As you command, Young Master." Tian Yi acknowledged, her figure vanishing instantly.

"Alright, you two stand up now. Go change into some proper modern clothes; you will accompany me to the Eight Great Families’ invitation gathering tomorrow afternoon!" Ye Han waved his hand.

Tian San and Tian Si merely nodded without speaking, their figures disappearing the moment they rose. Ye Han closed his eyes slightly, as if, with that simple act, the affairs here concluded and the focus returned to Yang Yi and his companions.

"Dragon Lord, here is the material you requested, forwarded from Long Yi." Lin Bai handed a file to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi took the file and waved his hand, already scanning the contents. Fatty Lin, Xu Ming, and the two clowns sat nearby, their expressions rather unnatural. The tension in the air was so thick that none of them dared touch the glasses of red wine placed before them—a truly fine vintage, worth millions, a 1968 production. They stared at it for ages, afraid their lack of professional tasting skills would disgrace the noble beverage.

However, looking over at Yang Yi, he swirled his glass, took a small sip, held it in his mouth for a few seconds, and then swallowed—a distinctly sophisticated method of tasting. What was truly embarrassing for the others was that Yang Yi managed this high-brow ritual while simultaneously reading the file. He swallowed hard, then lifted his own glass to taste the wine.

Xuan Yuan Bing, sitting next to him, couldn't help but smile faintly, savoring her own wine at a leisurely pace. Yang Yi just shook his head with a wry smile. Just then, someone whispered something into Lin Bai’s ear, causing him to open the door and step back in, saying to Yang Yi, "Dragon Lord, there are a few people outside who wish to see you."