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Chapter 151 I'll give you my proof right now.

After emerging from the secret passage, the man looked around and asked Xue Yu, "Is this the headquarters of the Black-Clad Society? It seems like there's no one here."

Xue Yu's face showed extreme fear: "Second Boss, even if I had the greatest courage, I wouldn't dare to deceive you! This is indeed the headquarters of the Black Clothes Society, as for why there's no one here... I have no idea!"

Upon hearing Xue Yu's words, Yue Feng instantly recalled the person Zhou Huapeng had introduced to him: Yan Chengyu, the second-in-command of the Eastern Depot. This man came from a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) background and was the leader of the conservative faction within the Eastern Depot. He never expected him to be dressed like this, nor did he expect him to arrive in Hanzhong at such a critical juncture.

He said, "Don't know? Then find someone to ask. Come out!" He made a grasping motion with one hand, aiming at the spot where Yue Feng was hiding.

Yue Feng felt as if his entire body was being held captive by a force that seemed to be tangible. He used a move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms called "Ram Butting the Fence" to break through Yan Chengyu's force with his body and palm.

His momentum was still strong. When he rushed in front of Yan Chengyu, he had already drawn the Qingfeng Sword from his waist. He held the sword in his left hand and attacked Yan Chengyu at the same time.

Yan Chengyu couldn't help but let out a soft "Eh," clearly not expecting Yue Feng to break free of his control. Seeing Yue Feng already upon him, his palm strikes and swordplay both exquisitely executed, he took a short axe from his belt, roared, and brought it down on Yue Feng's head.

Both of them attacked with offensive moves, seemingly not caring about their own lives.

With a deafening roar, the ground beneath Yue Feng's feet sank several inches, while Yan Chengyu stumbled back three steps. Both men appeared full of energy, but their expressions were quite grave.

Yan Chengyu sized up Yue Feng, and seeing that he looked to be under twenty, he was even more surprised. Then Xue Yu exclaimed, "He...he's Yue Feng! A guest elder of the Six Doors! Yue Feng, what have you done to my daughter?"

Yue Feng said coldly, "You raised your daughter to be like that, what else can I do to her? Of course, I'll kill her. Your daughter is still blocking the passageway, do you want to go check on her?"

Enraged, Xue Yu lunged at Yue Feng. Yue Feng casually unleashed a palm strike, "Dragon Appearing in the Field," sending Xue Yu flying. Yan Chengyu narrowed his eyes and said, "The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms? Where did you learn it?"

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms is the ultimate skill of the Beggars' Sect, so I naturally learned it from them."

Yue Feng's tone was calm, and Yan Chengyu wasn't angry. He asked again, "What are you trying to do, hiding in the shadows? Did you really kill everyone here?"

Yue Feng said, "I don't seem to have an obligation to answer your question. Lord Xue, may I speak with you in private?"

Xue Yu, sent flying by Yue Feng's palm strike, was still catching his breath and dared not utter a word, only casting his gaze towards Yan Chengyu. Yan Chengyu smiled slightly and said to Yue Feng:

"Good lad, you've got a temper. The question I asked wasn't interesting to begin with, so you don't have to answer it. But you can forget about taking this thing back."

As he spoke, he took out an old book from his pocket, which looked quite old. Yue Feng, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed the powerful characters on the cover that read "The Essence of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," and couldn't help but frown.

Yan Chengyu laid the old book flat in his palm, tossed it up and down a few times, and said, "Yue Feng, I've heard of you before, but I never imagined you were even more skilled than rumored. This has piqued my interest in you."

"Alright then, if you're willing to do me a favor, I'll give you this palm manual. Of course, before that, you'll have to prove that you truly possess such skill."

"Hehe..." Yue Feng suddenly chuckled softly, "Yan, have you ever heard that what I hate most is being controlled? Not only did you try to control me, but you also made me prove something to you. I'll give you my proof now."

After saying this, he immediately stepped forward, drew a semicircle with his left hand, and pushed out flatly with his right hand, unleashing the most famous move in the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, "The Dragon Regrets." As soon as the palm force was released, Yan Chengyu felt a terrifying pressure, like a mountain torrent crashing down.

He recognized the danger and swayed, escaping Yue Feng's palm strike range. Unexpectedly, Yue Feng's palm strike used three parts force but held back seven. Before Yan Chengyu's toes even touched the ground, Yue Feng's follow-up force struck him like a tidal wave.

Yan Chengyu tossed the palm manual into the air, holding the axe horizontally in front of his chest with both hands. Yue Feng noticed the immense resistance on Yan Chengyu's axe handle, and with his left hand, he unleashed the "Dragon Appears in the Field" move, striking first despite being behind, combining with the force of the "Regretful Dragon" palm strike.

He was exerting all his strength at this moment, and the palms of his two hands were faintly glowing with purple light, which was a sign that the Purple Flower Immortal Body was unleashing its full power.

Yan Chengyu never expected that Yue Feng would still have energy left after using the "Regretful Dragon" move, making it impossible for him to change his move. With a "crack," the handle of the short axe that he had used for many years broke. Yan Chengyu was involuntarily pulled back, but Yue Feng caught the palm strike.

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Having achieved his goal, Yue Feng ceased his fighting. He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Yan Chengyu, a broad smile on his face, while simultaneously retreating rapidly: "Thank you for your kindness, Commander Yan. I hope we can have a pleasant chat next time we meet." With that, he vanished at the other end of the passageway.

Yan Chengyu had just finished regulating his internal energy. He wasn't injured, but under Yue Feng's relentless attacks, his internal energy was churning, making him quite uncomfortable. He still clutched the broken short axe tightly in his hand. He glanced down at it, sighed softly, and threw the broken axe to the ground.

Xue Yu recovered from his shock and said to Yan Chengyu, "Second Boss, Yue Feng is so young, yet he's already terrifying. This boy... must not be allowed to live!"

Yan Chengyu glanced at him: "Oh? What brilliant plan do you have?"

Xue Yu said in a low voice, "Why don't we ask the experts from the Imperial Palace to step in..."

Yan Chengyu shook his head decisively: "The imperial guards are busy protecting the palace; they have no time to meddle in the affairs of the martial arts world."

Xue Yu thought for a moment, then said, "Then... how about we ask the head constable? He comes from the Imperial Guard, and his martial arts skills are no less than those of the Imperial Guard's masters. With his help, we can definitely capture Yue Feng with ease."

Yan Chengyu suddenly asked, "Xue Yu, how many years have you been following me?"

Xue Yu was taken aback, then replied, "It's been twenty or thirty years, hasn't it? Second Boss, why are you suddenly asking about this?"

Yan Chengyu sighed and said, "Twenty or thirty years have passed, and you still haven't improved at all. Your martial arts haven't improved, and neither has your brain. You're two-faced, secretly contacting Cao Ruoyu's people. Do you think I don't know?"

"That's fine. The infighting within the Eastern Depot won't affect the outside world no matter how much they fight. But you secretly founded the Black-Clad Society, made your daughter its leader, and appointed an elder of the Beggars' Sect as its deputy leader. Who is that for? For the Emperor? For me and Cao Ruoyu? Or for yourself?"

"You've kicked a steel plate yourself, and you still want to use my knife to kill someone. Let me tell you, don't even think I can't kill Yue Feng; even if I could, I wouldn't do it. You can figure out the reasoning behind this when you get to the underworld."

A soft sound came from the tunnel, like the cracking of a skull. Slow but firm footsteps faded into the distance.