Chapter 432: Chapter 432 Have You Finished Your Performance?_1

Flaming Island, located 20 nautical miles off the coast of Pingnang City, is a small archipelago consisting of three subsidiary islands and one main island.

The three subsidiary islands, named by Zhao Yongtian as Heaven Island, Earth Island, and Human Island, stationed the real elite forces and fundamental base of the Pangu Sect.

After some discussion, based on the information provided by Venerate Muxue and Yitian Venerate, Ye Fei formulated the corresponding plan.

In the evening, he took Duan Meng on a speedboat, dressed in the black robes of the Pangu Sect’s direct descendants, and directly landed on Heaven Island, the most powerful stronghold of the Pangu Sect.

Using the code given by Venerate Muxue, they smoothly passed through layers of checkpoints and defenses, and finally arrived at the heart of Heaven Island—the headquarters of Heaven Island. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Though called the headquarters, it was nothing more than the only three-story detached villa on Heaven Island.

Standing in the living room, Ye Fei, with Duan Meng at his side, vigilantly surveyed the empty surroundings.

"Cultivating a physique like that of a crane, with two esoteric scrolls beneath a thousand pines."

"I come to seek the Dao without further discourse, clouds are in the azure sky, and water is in the jar."

At that moment, a strange, androgynous voice suddenly echoed through the vacant villa.

"Who are you?"

"Where do you come from?"

"What is your purpose?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fei standing in the living room gradually furrowed his brows.

And behind him, Duan Meng was slowly clenching his fists, as if ready to strike the moment anything happened.

Just then...

A brush with a sharp whistling sound flew rapidly from the second floor, aiming straight for Ye Fei’s face.

Crack!

With a light pinch in the air, Ye Fei immediately caught the brush that was speeding toward him.

This strength...

Must belong to a peak innate martial artist.

Even compared to Yitian Venerate, there was absolutely no inferiority.

A master!

What I want to fight are exactly such masters!

Looking at the brush clamped in his hand, Ye Fei infused it with a thread of True Qi and flung it back.

With a whoosh, the brush tore through the air, flying back toward the second floor.

Boom!

An explosive sound shook the heavens, and a white shadow burst from the second floor, leaping down with the speed of lightning, transforming into an elegant, handsome man clad in a white robe, holding a folding fan, who gracefully touched down.

His eyebrows were drawn on, his lips were painted, and his dress was flamboyant; every movement exuded elegance, instantly bringing to mind the internet catchphrase—ladyboy!

This person must be the Island Master of Human Island, known as the Weird Shark, Situ Heng!

Ye Fei sized him up and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

"Impressive skills!" The strange man, standing at a slant to Ye Fei and Duan Meng, said arrogantly, "This doesn’t quite resemble the bodyguards that Yitian and Muxue keep by their side."

This freaking tranny, neither male nor female, and acting all delicate, was seriously annoying Ye Fei.

"No matter whose people you are," Situ Heng snapped his folding fan shut and turned around with a look of disdain, "you’ve disrupted my tranquil pursuit of calligraphy, and for that, you must pay a price."

Ye Fei scoffed, the corner of his mouth twitching.

Duan Meng, however, clenched his fists even tighter, ready to launch into a fight at any moment.

"Choose how you want to die!" Situ Heng declared, waving his folding fan.

In an instant, a powerful surge of True Qi engulfed the liquor cabinet on one side of the hall, and from it, a jar of unknown wine flew out, slowly hovering above his head.

"I am Situ Heng, with Situ as my surname and Heng as my given name!" Situ Heng looked at Ye Fei and Duan Meng as if they were mere ants, "In my life, I have three great passions."

"To be the most handsome man, to drink the strongest liquor, and to kill the most hated person!"

"Before you die, you should know who is killing you, so even in the afterlife, you’ll have someone to remember!"

Having finished speaking, he suddenly gave his folding fan a hook underneath the wine jar suspended above his head, and it began to tilt slowly.

What followed was the wine pouring out like it was from an open faucet, slowly spilling out.

Situ Heng tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and started guzzling down the wine with a gurgling sound.

This way of drinking left Duan Meng, who loved liquor, utterly dumbfounded.

But Ye Fei was looking at him as if he were watching a clown sent by a monkey.

If showing off had ranks, this guy could at most be classified as silver-tier.

After all, with just these petty tricks, trying to show off in front of Ye Fei, the Divine Medical Martial Venerate who had been through the Immortal Realm, was simply humiliating himself.

"Are you done performing?" said Ye Fei, growing impatient.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Situ Heng suddenly burst into a loud laugh.

"You’re so eager to die, then taste some pain first!"

As he spoke, he unfurled his folding fan with a flourish.

Two silver needles shot out, hurled with immense force, heading straight for Ye Fei and Duan Meng.

With a swish, Ye Fei reached out and snatched the two silver needles in the seams of his hand, turning again to face Situ Heng, who was drinking mid-air with an air of arrogance.

"You want to drink? Then you’ll drink your fill!" Ye Fei said. With a flick of his fingers, the needles in the seams of his hands rebounded back towards their sender.

Situ Heng’s face showed sudden surprise!

But before he could recover, the first needle accurately pierced into his chest, causing his body to tremble, and he became completely immobilized.

The other needle, with a piercing whistling sound, shattered the wine jar hanging in mid-air.

The very next second, as the fragments of the jar combined with the downpouring wine all fell onto Situ Heng’s handsome face.

Accompanied by a pig-like squeal...

Situ Heng’s delicate face was not only cut by several crimson slashes from the falling jar fragments, but he was also soaked like a drenched chicken by the pouring wine.