Murong Lianxue, sitting in the co-pilot seat, felt a wave of dizziness. If it weren't for the internal energy supporting her, she truly doubted she could endure the current speed of 420 kilometers per hour. Yang Yi’s exclusive vehicle had been specially modified to reach speeds of up to six hundred. If Yang Yi pushed the car to six hundred, they would likely become one of those so-called speed demons.

“Lianxue, hang in there a little longer, we’ll be there soon.” Yang Yi stomped on the accelerator, and the speed soared again. A journey at 500 km/h was a velocity even the most extreme street racers couldn't tolerate. Because of this speed, Yang Yi’s car whipped up buzzing currents of wind along the asphalt, the entire vehicle seeming to take on a solitary, almost defiant presence as it weaved relentlessly between other cars.

“Alright, we’re here. I want to see how that jerk is going to explain himself now,” Li Qian said, clearly still holding a touch of spite. She had witnessed Xia Shiyun weep over Yang Yi more than once.

Back in Shanghai, because Yang Yi had left multiple times without saying goodbye, vanishing suddenly without informing either Li Qian or Xia Shiyun, Xia Shiyun had suffered countless heartaches and worries. It seemed Yang Yi hadn't even registered these incidents, let alone understood them. Consequently, this was why Li Qian’s temper had grown increasingly unreasonable, even bordering on unleashing the inherent nature of her 'demoness' potential.

“Qian’er, can you please not be like this!” Xia Shiyun tried to persuade her gently.

Xia Shiyun was not one to dwell on small matters. Moreover, when she decided to be with Yang Yi, she had anticipated such situations and was mentally prepared. She also knew very well that Xuanyuan Bing had genuinely shaken her awake this time; under normal circumstances, Yang Yi would never have treated her this way unless something serious had occurred. Conversely, Xia Shiyun was now rather worried about what might actually happen next!

“Sister Shiyun, that scoundrel is always bullying you, why are you still taking his side?” Li Qian complained.

“Perhaps there’s really something going on this time?”

Hearing Xia Shiyun’s words, Xuanyuan Bing, who was nearby, instantly knitted her brows and suddenly cried out, “Watch out!”

“Oh…!” Xia Shiyun felt a wave of dizziness, then slumped forward onto the coffee table.

Li Qian let out a small cry before she too tipped over and lost consciousness. At the same time, Xuanyuan Bing, tightly pinching her nose, surveyed her surroundings. Seeing everyone in the coffee shop collapse one by one, she gasped in shock, “Who are you people?”

“Bang!” Xuanyuan Bing didn't know why her eyelids suddenly felt so heavy, and then she too fell onto the tabletop.

Immediately afterward, four or five figures dressed in black appeared out of thin air. Judging by their attire, they appeared to be women. They exchanged nods, glanced outside to confirm their target at the entrance had arrived, and instantly shattered the glass. They snatched up Li Qian and the other two, rushing toward the exit.

“Don’t run!” Murong Lianxue shot forward like an arrow in pursuit.

Yang Yi didn’t hesitate either. He immediately flung open his car door and sprinted out. “Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!” Several figures zipped across the high-rise buildings, and then two more followed after them. Following behind them all was a sleek, pitch-black car maintaining a moderate, unhurried speed.

“Miss, that young girl’s strength is impressive. She’s nearly at your level now!” the middle-aged man sitting in the driver’s seat observed.

“Indeed. That young girl seems to be a descendant of the Murong family, doesn't she?”

“That’s correct. It must be her.”

“Follow them!” The woman smiled faintly, glancing at the black mask resting beside her.

The group gave chase until they reached a relatively spacious rooftop terrace. Murong Lianxue seized the opportunity, executing an aerial flip, landing not far from the figures in black, staring at them with a face full of killing intent. Behind her, Yang Yi squinted, his entire body radiating a cold, bleak aura. The chilling pressure instantly spreading out seemed to clearly announce his intention to unleash his Fifth-Tier Grandmaster Domain.

But...

In the next moment, he froze, looking at his own body in disbelief, gritting his teeth as he muttered, “Lianxue!”

“Yes!” Seeing Yang Yi lurch toward the figures in black, Murong Lianxue immediately flashed forward, launching her own attack against them.

There were five figures in black. Two of them immediately freed their hands to deal with Yang Yi and Murong Lianxue. “The three of you fall back!”

“Yes!” Two feminine voices responded, immediately engaging in combat.

Crack! Bang! The collision of fists, the contention of internal energy, the footwork below, and the ghost-like movements—all of it astonished Yang Yi. After exchanging a single blow, he was immediately repelled, resulting in a stalemate.

“The Tan Family’s Seventy-Two Leg Techniques, Tai Chi’s Three Taels to Deflect a Thousand Catties, the long-lost Seven Fiends Fist, and the Ethereal Step Technique. Just who are you people?” Yang Yi was utterly shocked. These martial arts are virtually extinct in modern society; very few people would even recognize them. If Yang Yi hadn't seen introductions to them in the Xuanmen Library or if they hadn't demonstrated them, he truly wouldn't have believed that anyone in this current era still knew such martial arts.

“Hmph!” Two women in black snorted coldly and lunged forward to attack.

Their fists carried the Qi of the Seven Fiends, their movements utilized the Ethereal Step Technique, their legs employed the Tan Family’s Seventy-Two Leg Techniques, and they used all the postures of Tai Chi for defense. This combination gave Yang Yi a splitting headache. Although their raw power was slightly lower than his, he couldn't even find an opportunity to get close, let alone counterattack.

Bang, bang, bang! In the exchange between the four of them, besides Murong Lianxue, only Yang Yi seemed to be struggling significantly. It was hard to close the distance, and for some reason, he felt unable to deploy certain abilities. He was both anxious and irritable.

I can’t be anxious, I can’t be rash. If I let my worry and temper take over, Qian’er and the others will be in danger, Yang Yi constantly cautioned himself internally.

Thud... Yang Yi was struck by a Tai Chi punch combined with an attack from the Seven Fiends Fist, causing him to tumble backward, crashing into the stone balustrade. “Cough, cough!” He spat out a mouthful of blood. Yang Yi’s eyes turned bloodshot; for some inexplicable reason, the sight of his own blood made him feel a boiling heat surge through his body. The True Qi surging through his meridians rushed into his head, making him feel feverish.

“Brother Yi!” Murong Lianxue powerfully blocked an attack from one of the women in black, flashed over, and rushed to Yang Yi’s side, anxiously asking, “Brother Yi, are you alright?”

“Cough, cough!” Yang Yi coughed up two more streams of blood; he was clearly badly injured. He said weakly, “I’m fine!”

“Brother Yi!” Seeing the fresh blood flowing from Yang Yi’s mouth, Murong Lianxue suddenly felt her entire body heat up just like his. However, hers was different: emanating from Murong Lianxue as the center, a terrifying, immense aura suddenly overflowed. Though there was no wind, a faint, mystical turbulence unexpectedly began to swirl around her body.

“Blast it, a Grandmaster!”

“The two of us attack together!”

The two women in black reached an unspoken agreement and immediately flashed forward, intending to strike Murong Lianxue. But just as they started moving, a voice rang out, “Stop!”

“Miss!” Hearing the voice, the two women in black immediately halted their advance.

Murong Lianxue, not knowing why, stared at a masked woman perched high above on the beam, her eyes filled with scarlet and her face contorted with a tooth-gritting expression. The masked woman leaped down, appearing before the two figures in black, and said, “You are no match for them. Retreat!”

“Yes!”

“Who are you?” Yang Yi asked, looking at the woman who had suddenly appeared, speaking with great difficulty.

“Who am I?” The woman seemed to smile, but she didn't answer Yang Yi. Instead, she said pointedly, “What? As a peak Minor Grandmaster expert, and someone who commands a Fifth-Tier Grandmaster Domain, you can’t even manifest your Domain?”

“You... how do you know?” Yang Yi was extremely shocked upon hearing this. He truly hadn't been able to release his Grandmaster Domain just now; if he could have, those women in black before him would hardly have been a match. However, this realization offered him no comfort regarding the masked woman, for Yang Yi sensed a feeling from her that was both familiar and deeply perilous.

“Don’t bother asking how I know. I just think you look rather useless. For the sake of three women, three brothers, you’ve become so frantic and pushed yourself to this state. Truly useless! Hahaha! Hahaha!” The masked woman wore a look of profound mockery. Although her mask concealed her expression, her laughter betrayed how utterly contemptuous she was of Yang Yi at that moment.

“Are you Tian Yi?” Yang Yi had heard Murong Liantian mention Tian Yi, the legendary most formidable expert on the Dragon Ranking, who had never shown his true face to outsiders. This led Yang Yi to be somewhat suspicious.

“Tian Yi?” The masked woman knitted her delicate eyebrows, saying strangely, “So useless. Do you genuinely believe the Dragon Ranking contains all the world's experts?”

“I... want... you... all... dead!” Murong Lianxue articulated each word filled with world-shattering killing intent. Her previously pure and lovely face was now covered in a ferocious grimace.

“Oh? Is that so? Interesting. I’d like to see the capabilities of a mere Grandmaster,” the masked woman clearly did not take Murong Lianxue seriously. At the same time, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, saturated with murderous energy ready to erupt at any moment.