Pei Yong was not a man of the Underworld, yet he understood the rules of the Underworld.
The fit survive, the strong are revered!
The three groups of masters Pei Yong encountered, Li Shun and Bai Yang, though defeated, should not be underestimated in strength.
And Mad Blade was already able to fight Pei Yong to a draw.
Pei Yong even felt that, if he allowed Mad Blade's momentum to develop, he probably wouldn't be able to beat Mad Blade.
And then there was the third master, Fan Yi, who had severed his finger with a single slash.
So many masters, all were Yang Fei's henchmen.
One can imagine, how terrifying was Yang Fei's strength?
Fan Yi in front, Mad Blade behind, Li Shun and Bai Yang were eagerly watching, their intent predatory.
Surrounded like this, Pei Yong and his people were like birds trying to fly without wings.
After judging the situation, Pei Yong finally let out a resigned sigh.
"I want to see Yang Fei,"
