The Flying Knife was as swift as lightning and as powerful as a thunderstorm.

Yang Qi seemed to have no reaction, standing with his hands behind his back, watching calmly. He had already gauged Tang Xuan’s capabilities the previous night. Today was simply about defeating him properly. To prevent any foul play, he had already instructed his men to set up several cameras, which were now capturing every angle clearly. Afterward, he could send the footage back to the Tang Sect for them to see.

In an instant, the Flying Knife was right in front of Yang Qi. If this strike landed, he would undoubtedly be bloodied and killed on the spot. The power of this Flying Knife was no joke. In a life-and-death duel, there could be no mercy, a fact Tang Xuan clearly understood.

Yet, Yang Qi still didn’t move. Instead, a pair of Golden Eagle Wings suddenly unfolded behind him, shielding his front.

CLANG!

The Flying Knife’s power was immense, but it was blocked by the Golden Eagle Wings.

What! When we fought last night, I never saw these Golden Eagle Wings. This kid was hiding his true strength! No wonder he dared to face me in a life-and-death duel.

He frowned, then suddenly flung out a dozen Flying Knives with both hands. They shot toward Yang Qi from different angles. He refused to believe Yang Qi could block them all.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

A dozen golden feathers shot out from the Golden Eagle Wings, striking the dozen Flying Knives like darts.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The Flying Knives clattered to the ground, but the feathers shot back into the air, heading straight for Tang Xuan.

Tang Xuan was dumbfounded. What is this? Could someone really manipulate Hidden Weapons more terrifyingly than the Tang Sect?

He had no time to think, however, as the dozen feathers were already upon him. He unleashed his full power, rapidly throwing more Flying Knives. He carried a total of one hundred and eight Flying Knives on his person—a huge number.

Normally, he needed three knives at most to solve a problem. But today, he had run into trouble. The dozen feathers seemed to have a life of their own, relentlessly closing in. He kept throwing his Flying Knives, but he still couldn’t stop them.

SHINK!

A golden feather pierced through his shoulder blade. Blood instantly stained his clothes.

Tang Xuan screamed, his eyes filled with terror. How is this possible? Last night, Yang Qi was clearly weaker than me. How has he completely transformed today? His Realm hasn’t even increased!

Of course, he couldn’t comprehend the immense power boost granted by the Golden Eagle Wings. A Magic Artifact! In the hands of a Martial Artist, it couldn’t display much of its power. But in the hands of a Cultivator, it was truly formidable.

"You just said you wanted to destroy the Star Shining Society and kill my friends?" Yang Qi asked as he slowly rose into the air, the Golden Eagle Wings exceptionally dazzling.

SHINK! SHINK!

A few more feathers impaled Tang Xuan.

To his horror, the golden feathers began carrying his body, pulling him steadily closer to Yang Qi. He tried to pull them out, but aside from excruciating pain, it had no effect. Everything he did seemed to be wasted effort. This is too terrifying! How can this be happening? It’s completely outrageous!

"Damn it, let me go! Let go of me now!" Tang Xuan had lost all his initial confidence and composure. Now, only panic remained. "Do you know who I am? If you dare to kill me, you’re finished! Wiping out the Tang Family of Sea City doesn’t mean much. The Tang Sect won’t care too much, and the Sect Leader will just go through the motions. But if you kill me, you will become a mortal enemy of the Tang Sect forever!"

Yang Qi smiled and waved his hand. The feathers carried Tang Xuan through the air and slammed him heavily onto the fighting platform.

BOOM!

Tang Xuan spewed out a mouthful of blood that seemed to contain fragments of his internal organs.

Everyone around was stunned. No one had expected the battle to be so one-sided. They thought Tang Xuan could at least put up some resistance, but this was too much. It was a complete, one-sided domination.

Tang Xuan screamed as he was lifted into the air again. To be precise, he was being carried by the golden feathers. He was an absolute mess, his eyes filled with fear and desperation.

The members of the Tang Sect were dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes. They had assumed Tang Xuan would crush Yang Qi, but the result was the complete opposite. How could they possibly accept this? It was infuriating.

"Hahaha! Are you convinced now, you old fogies from the Tang Sect?" Ye Feng burst into laughter, mocking them to his heart’s content. "I told you before! Our boss was late only to give you a chance to escape, but you didn’t appreciate it. Since that’s the case, you can all just die!"

Before Yang Qi had arrived, these same people had been relentlessly mocking and ridiculing him, much to the annoyance of Ye Feng and his companions.

"AHHH—!"

With a sudden roar, Tang Xuan managed to blast away the feathers impaling him, finally regaining his freedom. He glared at Yang Qi, his eyes filled with both hatred and fear.

This is so damn embarrassing! Utterly humiliating! I’m an Elder of the Tang Sect! Even if I’m not a high-ranking one, I’m still an Elder! To be schooled like this by a kid in his twenties...

"Die! Damn it! I want you dead!" As he roared, Tang Xuan’s aura suddenly intensified. Something new appeared in his hand—something terrifying.

The other Tang Sect Elders started to laugh.

"Yama’s Token... I can’t believe the Sect Leader actually taught him how to use it."

"Indeed. That is our Tang Sect’s ultimate Hidden Weapon technique. A powerful Hidden Weapon that can only be unleashed with an equally terrifying skill."

"That kid can’t escape this time."

"He’s definitely doomed."

"He deserves it! This is the fate of anyone who dares to oppose the Tang Sect."

Yama’s Token. The saying goes: if King Yan decrees you die at midnight, you won’t live until dawn. It was just that terrifying.

"Die for me!"

Tang Xuan finally launched his attack. A terrifying aura rushed toward Yang Qi, but nothing could be seen in the air. That was the terror of Yama’s Token; you could die on the spot without ever knowing what hit you. It was truly like a death sentence from King Yan himself—something a mere mortal could never resist.

Below the platform, Ye Feng and the others grew tense. They had heard of Yama’s Token, but no one had ever seen the Hidden Weapon or the technique itself—because anyone who had was already dead.

"What is there to panic about?" Master Yiyang said calmly. "No matter how powerful Yama’s Token is, it can only kill mortals. The Master is no mortal. He is an Immortal!"

Everyone paused, a glimmer of understanding in their eyes. Ye Feng and the others had all felt that Yang Qi’s fighting style was peculiar. Many of his techniques didn’t resemble those of a Martial Artist at all.