Offering the priceless storage ring, he appeared to have completely capitulated. But at the very moment his mind wavered, he launched a fierce attack, employing his most insidious and potent surprise tactic against Yang Feilong!
His awakened power was of the metal element, adept at combat. This time, he gambled everything to kill Yang Feilong.
Innumerable abilities merged into the dagger summoned from the storage ring. This dagger was also laced with a potent poison; upon striking an opponent, even without the added assault of his abilities, the poison alone could kill them!
Thus, Xu Cong's face contorted into a sinister grin.
He had struck!
Xu Cong erupted in laughter, "You're such an idiot..."
But his smile vanished as quickly as it appeared, for he discovered he had only stabbed an afterimage.
"You..." The next moment, Xu Cong saw Yang Feilong standing not far away, regarding him with a wry smile.
His laughter froze.
"Brother Yang, I... I was just joking with you," Xu Cong stammered.
He believed he had delivered a fatal blow, but the outcome was far from what he expected. Yang Feilong seemed unguarded, yet he had evaded the attack when Xu Cong launched his deadly strike.
"Ah!" "Ah!"
In the next instant, two piercing screams echoed.
It turned out Xu Cong's two subordinates, witnessing this scene, had attempted to seize the two women as leverage. However, before they could reach them, Yang Feilong dispatched them with a wave of his hand.
Yang Feilong's true energy, within a range of dozens of meters, made killing a few fourth-tier ability users a trivial matter.
Upon seeing his two subordinates fall, Xu Cong collapsed onto his knees with a thud, tears streaming down his face as he wailed, "Brother Yang, I was wrong! Please spare my pathetic life!"
He dared not utter a harsh word. This was not China, but the chaotic lands of Myanmar. Here, his death would be final. Moreover, he was already a wanted man. If Yang Feilong could kill his subordinates so readily, how could he possibly spare his enemy?
Therefore, Xu Cong resorted to a plea of pity, hoping Yang Feilong would spare him out of compassion for his miserable state.
Yang Feilong knew Xu Cong was shameless, but he never expected him to be *this* shameless.
"Enough. I'll send you on your way!" Yang Feilong said calmly.
He had no time to bicker with Xu Cong. Unknown numbers of enemies might be pursuing him, eager to kill him. Their inaction now didn't mean they had given up; they likely wanted to reap the benefits of his demise. Even Xing Yangkong knew that both the Night Ninja Group and the Black River Group wanted him dead.
This wasn't mere hearsay. Yang Feilong still remembered the malevolent glare the leader of the Night Ninja Group had given him at the auction house. As for the Black River Group, he had personally eliminated nearly twenty of their members.
It was understandable that they would want to kill him.
Therefore, he truly didn't want to waste any more time. His decision to spend the night in this particular location was for a specific reason.
"I'll fight you to the death!" Seeing that Yang Feilong had no intention of letting him go, Xu Cong charged forward, aiming to fight Yang Feilong with all his might.
But a flash of light, and Xu Cong's body crashed to the ground.
"Unwilling!" These were Xu Cong's final words before his head lolled to the side, and he died.
That single beam of light had destroyed his dantian and shredded his heart and internal organs.
It was impossible for him to survive!
To his dying moment, Xu Cong couldn't comprehend it. He had thought he could exact his revenge, but instead, he had been like a mantis trying to stop a chariot – an act of utter overreach.
With a wave of his hand, Yang Feilong summoned the storage ring, and it landed in his palm.
Yang Feilong's divine sense probed its depths. The space within the storage ring was not large, similar to the one he wore on his hand. It contained a considerable amount of jade and spirit stones. While not as much as his own, it was significantly more than what an average person possessed.
Yang Feilong was not surprised. Lin Yunxi had once mentioned that Xu Cong had fled with a substantial fortune. After all, his family's business had been quite prosperous, likely worth billions, making him wealthier than Yang Feilong.
Combined with his fortunate encounter and the acquisition of such a treasure as a storage ring, he was indeed wealthy!
He might have even been richer than Yang Feilong, or at least comparable. Of course, that was in the past. Currently, there was no comparison, as Xu Cong's storage ring contained a top-grade spirit stone, jade worth three billion, and other spirit stones!
However, now was not the time to analyze or ponder these matters. Enemies could arrive at any moment, and he needed to hurry and set up his formations!
Indeed, the reason Yang Feilong had chosen this location was that he was familiar with it. He could immediately begin setting up formations without needing to scout the area further.
Everything was clear in his mind.
Before long, Yang Feilong completed the formation. He used over thirty low-grade spirit stones to establish a sixth-tier formation, which was currently the strongest he could construct!
His current attainments in formations were still limited; he would need to continue cultivating his array-setting techniques to deploy more powerful formations!
"With the aid of this formation, my strength can reach a level nearly invincible below the Heavenly Martial Realm!" A smile played on Yang Feilong's lips. "Come! As long as you dare to come, this place will become your graveyard!"
Not long after Yang Feilong finished setting up the formation, the air suddenly rippled.
Yang Feilong's brow twitched slightly. "They're here? Too bad, you're late!"
*Whoosh!*
He flicked his finger.
*Boom!*
Blood splattered, and a figure was ejected from the void, falling into a pool of blood, irrevocably dead.
"Just an intermediate-level ninja, daring to assassinate me? Truly suicidal!!" Yang Feilong’s lips curved into a mocking smile.
"Hm? There's more!" The next moment, as if he had eyes on his back, a beam of light shot out from behind him.
*Thump!*
A muffled groan echoed, and another figure landed, completely lifeless!
"Hmph, so many intermediate-level ninjas have infiltrated. But is it worth dying like this?" Yang Feilong snorted, unleashing a continuous stream of light from his hand.
*Squelch! Squelch!*
Like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, seven or eight more figures emerged from the darkness, falling to the ground dead!
Among them were not only intermediate-level ninjas but also many low-level ones!
These ninjas operated deep within enemy territory. Ordinary cultivators could only sense them when they approached within a certain distance. However, Yang Feilong was no ordinary individual; he easily detected their presence long before they were close.
Yang Feilong could achieve this due to two factors: firstly, his soul and divine sense were incredibly powerful, giving him almost "bug-like" detection abilities. Secondly, and importantly, he had recently set up a formation.
Although he hadn't activated its offensive or defensive capabilities, everything within the formation's scope was clearly visible to him.
These ninjas, thinking they were infiltrating stealthily, were no different from naked individuals in his eyes.
The combat strength of ninjas was not particularly high; their strength lay in their uncanny stealth techniques. This was different from the earth-elemental ability users' earth-遁 (earth escape) technique. They relied on light and shadows during the day, and darkness at night.
Ultimately, they moved by sensing air currents, which differed from space-elemental cultivators, though there were superficial similarities. However, at their core, the principles were entirely different.
*Boom boom boom!*
In the next moment, a series of figures appeared.
They charged towards Yang Feilong, aiming to strike him down.
Yang Feilong's expression shifted abruptly.
"Ability users! Ninjas! Damn it, these two factions have joined forces?" Yang Feilong couldn't help but curse inwardly.
That's right, the Night Ninja Group and the Black River Group had allied. These two nations had always colluded, and their respective powers followed suit.
Outside the courtyard, four figures stood side-by-side.
"This Yang Feilong is not simple!" Koizumi Mei remarked. Beside her stood a cultivator, not a top-tier Earth Ninja, but a diviner. Diviners possessed peculiar abilities but lacked combat strength, so Koizumi Mei had not ordered her diviner to act.
"Naturally, he's not simple. But I don't believe he possesses Heavenly Martial Realm strength. Let our subordinates test the waters!" James Bond grinned.
Why hadn't they attacked?
Because they, too, feared death!
What if Yang Feilong had powerful hidden protectors who could eliminate them?
As for their subordinates? If they died, they died. Their groups had an abundance of cultivators, and some attrition was inevitable.
Moreover, if subordinates died, as long as they remained unharmed, they could train new ones using the resources gained.
They generally cared little for the deaths of their subordinates, though they were taking this cautious approach to ensure absolute certainty. If their subordinates could survive, it was all the better!
The number of people entering the courtyard was substantial, comprising dozens of third-tier ability users and advanced low-level ninjas.
The stronger among them sought to surround and kill him, while the weaker ones were tasked with capturing Li Yufei and Luo Feixue, thereby using them as leverage.
Yang Feilong considered using the formation but paused, reconsidering the idea.
The truly powerful individuals had not yet entered the fray. If he activated the formation now, it would be like alarming the enemy.
Without the formation's assistance, he lacked the means to counter the combined might of those individuals. Furthermore, one of them possessed a strange power, despite not being particularly strong.
Yang Feilong quickly deduced the nature of this power. The opponent was using divination.
"A diviner!" Yang Feilong cursed inwardly.
Dragon Country also had similar professions, though they were called Divine Strategists or Heavenly Mechanism Masters.
All of them deduced the workings of heavenly mechanisms.
At this moment, Yang Feilong recalled something. During the competition for the most valuable raw jadeite, why had the leader of the Night Ninja Group vied with him? Clearly, that individual had deduced the value of that particular raw jadeite. While perhaps not entirely accurate, he would have certainly known it was the most precious piece at the auction.