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Inside the unconscious Ye Zheng's body, two souls were fighting and arguing with each other.

Ye Zheng's soul was easily suppressed by the mysterious soul that came from the Netherworld, and his body was taken over.

Murong Xin still wanted to say something to Gao Xiaowen, but he suddenly felt the stifling and strange atmosphere in his surroundings.

He raised his eyes vigilantly, his pupils radiating bright rays of light. "There are experts lurking nearby?"

"Impossible!"

Gao Xiaowen saw her uncle's expression and her heart trembled. "Our people are under strict security, other than Mr. Ye, there won't be any other experts infiltrating?"

"This aura is extremely fierce …" But... "But …"

Murong Xin remained alert, his voice trembling.

"What's wrong? "Uncle!"

Gao Xiaowen jumped up, waving both of her arms, two pieces of sharp blades shot out, ready to fight.

"That doesn't seem like the aura of a living person!"

Murong Xin's expression was still calm, but his voice could not hide his fear.

In front of them, Ye Zheng snorted and slowly crawled back up. His posture was a bit unnatural, so after staggering for a bit, he fell to one knee.

Gao Xiaowen wanted to support him, but discovered that the depths of his eyes were burning with dark green flames.

In an instant, Gao Xiaowen recalled the's decisive battle: Ye Zheng, who was on the verge of death, suddenly revived.

Could it be that this scene was about to be repeated again?

"Ye Zheng, stop!"

Gao Xiaowen called out anxiously.

Ye Zheng crawled up, and stared straight at Murong Xin, as if he was a lone wolf staring at its prey.

Gao Xiaowen clenched her teeth, retracting the blade on her wrist, wanting to punch Ye Zheng's chin.

Suddenly, a powerful shockwave pushed her over ten meters away.

Murong Xin stretched out his hands and coughed severely with blood foam at the corner of his mouth.

He was worried that Gao Xiaowen would be in danger, so he pushed her out of the battle and faced Ye Zheng alone.

"You're not Ye Zheng?"

Murong Xin shouted.

Ye Zheng did not answer as he slowly approached.

"Just what are you?"

Murong Xin nimbly waved both of his hands, and set up a thick and heavy wall in front of his body, trying to stop the danger in front of him.

"Old man, who let you destroy this shell?"

Ye Zheng started to speak, his voice was like millions of needles, piercing into Murong Xin and Gao Xiaowen's eardrums.

The cabin door opened, and Han Ruolin, the bartender and a few crew members rushed in. Although they were not clear about the current situation, they instinctively felt that Ye Zheng was the biggest threat!

Han Ruolin and the bartender came from the left and right, charging towards the back of Ye Zheng in an attempt to grab his arms.

Ye Zheng chuckled, a pair of iron hands reached out from a strange angle and grabbed both Han Ruolin and the bartender's throats.

In that critical moment, Murong Xin attacked from the front, and a powerful Qi wave that could topple mountains and overturn the seas swept towards Ye Zheng.

In order to protect himself, Ye Zheng had no choice but to throw Han Ruolin and the bartender to the left and right as he attacked with both of his palms.

"Bang!"

With a loud sound, Ye Zheng staggered two steps back, and steadily stood there. However, Murong Xin felt a stream of blood rush out of his throat.

"Old man, you still haven't seen the bottom of your strength?"

Ye Zheng ridiculed.

Han Ruolin was flung to the side, still in a panicked state, and shouted at Ye Zheng loudly: "Brother Ye, what are you doing? Why did you offend the Great Grandmaster? "

"He is no longer big brother Ye Zheng!"

Gao Xiaowen shouted anxiously: "Don't go up!"

"Why …"

Han Ruolin was dumbstruck.

"She thought back to that terrible night in the Palm Hotel …" Don't come up, this guy is unfathomable! "

Murong Xin bellowed, he activated his True Qi and extended both of his hands out, two surging forces struck from both sides of Ye Zheng's body, like swimming dragons that were swept towards them, attacking him from both sides.

Ye Zheng stretched out both of his arms and took the attack head on.

Murong Xin pushed his Qi to its peak, and a large amount of perspiration appeared on his forehead. His body trembled uncontrollably, and at this moment, he had already reached the dangerous stage of fighting with his Qi.

Ye Zheng clenched his teeth, his face twisted as though he was also trying his best to resist.

"Old man …" "Some cultivation experience …"

Ye Zheng spoke with a bit of difficulty.

"Just who are you?"

Murong Xin's voice was low.

In a life or death situation, he should not have asked, but he vaguely felt that the "Ye Zheng" in front of him was …

There was a vital secret.

"This body... Too weak … I can't hold on... "My ability..."

Ye Zheng gasped for breath, his eyes revealed a look of hatred, and a trickle of blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

Gao Xiaowen knew that Ye Zheng's body could no longer bear the burden. If they continued to fight, not only would Murong Xin's vitality be greatly damaged, Ye Zheng's body might also suffer irreparable damage.

She gritted her teeth as she reached out her right hand with a wrist blade. Like a swallow, the wrist blade nimbly swept out, slashing past Ye Zheng's back.

"Bang!"

With a loud sound, the balance of the two forces in a stalemate was broken.

Gao Xiaowen was rebounded far away and smashed into the wooden wall. She vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to one knee.

Murong Xin had already reached his limit. As soon as he released the power, he felt all the energy in his body being sucked out, almost falling down.

The members rushed over to help him up.

Ye Zheng staggered two steps, then bent down and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The bartender steeled his heart, bent his body, and kicked at Ye Zheng's lower leg.

Ye Zheng did not move an inch while the bartender fell to the ground. His body slid for a few meters before stopping, and one of his legs almost fractured.

Murong Xin was almost at the end of his life as he violently coughed with a face as white as paper.

"I was almost defeated by you."

Ye Zheng laughed sinisterly: "This body, is already considered one of the best amongst the human race, however, it still cannot allow me to unleash my full strength."

"The seven-pointed star has been obtained?"

Murong Xin laughed bitterly: "Did they already infuse the souls from the Netherworld into the human body and start testing the so-called new humans?"

"What the heck is a Seven-Point Star?"

Ye Zheng said disdainfully.

"You're not a seven-pointed star test subject?"

Murong Xin shouted.

"Do I have to lie to a dying man?"

Ye Zheng's smile was somewhat sinister.

"Since it's like that, then how did you manage to take over Ye Zheng's body? What are your intentions? "

Murong Xin asked.

Just as Ye Zheng wanted to reply, a gust of wind blew past, and a vigorous figure shot towards him like an arrow that had been released from a bow. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gao Xiaowen's sudden sneak attack.

This strike contained all of the fruits of Gao Xiaowen's years of hard work. In terms of movement and speed, it was almost perfect!

Of the two sharp blades, one was thrusting towards Ye Zheng's throat, and the other was stabbing towards Ye Zheng's chest. However, for some reason, Gao Xiaowen actually stabbed into empty air, and then, his throat was grabbed by an ice-cold hand, as her body was lifted high up in the air.

"Die!"

Ye Zheng used more strength in his hands and his face paled. In an instant, his life was almost squeezed out of his body.