Why do I have so many masters?

At that time, I can bring my parents back to my hometown to admire the moon.

The moon I saw when I was young was bigger and rounder than the one I see now in Liangzhou. Looking at the moon in the sky, it seems I can smell the fragrance of grass and wood, with the sound of stream water flowing over pebbles by my ears.

The center of the cold moonlight seemed to flash suddenly.

Chi Pengfei, whose mood had softened, became so sluggish that even his body's reaction slowed by a whole three seconds compared to usual. He finally realized what the light was, and his expression changed drastically. He lunged to the side, only to feel a pain in his back and hear the fabric of his garment tearing.

The blood and stabbing pain drove all the chaotic thoughts from Chi Pengfei's mind. He rolled on the ground, drew his saber, and stood at the corner of the wall, his expression hideous and frenzied. He scanned left and right with furious eyes and shouted:

"Who is it, come out!"

A dead silence, with only the sound of the wind and his own breathing.

The brick wall to one side suddenly collapsed. Chi Pengfei quickly turned around, his long saber cutting down like a bolt of lightning.

The cold light sliced through the air but struck nothing. As he attempted to change his move, it was already too late. A figure crashed into his embrace, grabbing his wrist with the left hand while the right hand turned into a palm, piercing straight at his heart like a knife.

With a soft sound, this martial artist's gang qi defense was shattered.

Wang Anfeng's palm pressed against his chest, fingers curled, unleashing a second burst of force. Then, his wrist trembled, and as his right foot stepped forward, his elbow, shoulder, and spine channeled layers of vigorous qi, wrapped in pure yang and unyielding inner strength, with no obstacle, directly crashing into Chi Pengfei's chest and abdomen.

The inner strength wreaked havoc wildly. After taking this move, Chi Pengfei's face turned deathly pale, and he couldn't help but cough up large mouthfuls of blood. Yet he stood firm, his face twisted and vicious, suddenly kneeing towards Wang Anfeng's groin. Wang Anfeng raised a foot to block him, then switched tactics again.

The two were locked in lethal combat within a very tight space. Their punches and kicks collided, creating thick waves of air that hit the ground and walls as if someone fired a Mo Family mechanical crossbow, blasting voids, incredibly terrifying.

Chi Pengfei, having been previously injured, suffered even more after Wang Anfeng's ambush. Under normal circumstances, he could suppress these injuries with his qi mechanism. But after this engagement, they became unavoidable, each punch and kick growing increasingly slow and sluggish. Yet he stubbornly pushed his combat power, refusing to fall behind Wang Anfeng.

After another powerful punch, Chi Pengfei's face changed dramatically, and he opened his mouth to cough blood. But the blood was already black, emanating a sickly sweet scent.

Chi Pengfei's expression shifted, stumbling back two steps. His qi mechanism should have elevated him high, but this time it seemed as if the high building itself collapsed. His entire aura slumped like the eastern flow of the Yangtze River, his mind racing, finally stopping at the hidden weapons he'd been struck by earlier, his face contorting as he said:

"Poison?!"

"You actually used poison..."

Wang Anfeng did not reply, turning and charging towards the room in the center. Chi Pengfei's vision began to blur; he couldn't believe he was losing his fighting strength due to poisoning.

How powerful must the poison be to achieve this?

Thinking of the two elders still in the organization, and the organization's ruthless methods against derelicts, Chi Pengfei gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stand, roaring as he lunged at Wang Anfeng, only to be kicked to the ground.

The commotion was too loud during the fight, and Wang Anfeng could no longer afford to hide. He kicked the door open and rushed inside, greeted by a screen painted with scenic landscapes. Everything in sight was luxuriously extravagant, the sort of items an ordinary person might never see in a lifetime, yet they were everywhere here.

This was merely a hideout, yet the opponent was so ostentatious, showing the strength of their power. If it weren't so, Blind Old Wu's men wouldn't have focused on this courtyard.

Wang Anfeng grasped the jade pendant from his chest, holding it tightly. This pendant had been stained with his blood, the red words 'Dongfang' still shimmering slightly, guiding Wang Anfeng further into the room.

Chi Pengfei, already severely injured and poisoned, seemed to muster inexplicable strength, stumbling as he climbed to his feet again, screaming with rage as he charged at Wang Anfeng with his saber, only to be caught by the anxious Wang and thrown into the room, jumping in right after.

Chi Pengfei crashed against the wall, fell heavily, and this time could not get up. He exhaled painful sounds, then flipped onto his stomach, pressing his forehead against the ground, and shouted:

"Enemy attack!"

"The subordinate has failed to stop them, my lord, please escape quickly!"

Wang Anfeng widened his eyes, staring at the now empty room. The jade pendant in his hand flickered with a stream of light, then faded. On the table was a lock of hair, with some dried blood on it.

And Wang Anfeng's previous vague perception, all stemming from this.

Judging by the blood's dry condition, the people here had left at least an hour ago.

His hand slowly clenched, anger rising from Wang Anfeng's heart. He quickly turned around, grabbing Chi Pengfei, who was still screaming, and lifted him, shouting angrily:

"Where are they?!"

Chi Pengfei, lifted up, struggled to breathe, but hearing this, he momentarily froze. He turned to look, realizing that the master from before was already gone, along with Dongfang Ningxin and Yang Hu. Chi Pengfei opened his mouth, instantly understanding everything.