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Tie Xiongfei's Blood Qi surged. He felt a blaze of fury shoot straight to the crown of his head, his face flushing red with indignation.

In the past, whenever he heard Yang Cai's name and of Yang Cai's experiences, he had felt that though the man had been born poor and suffered a turbulent fate, he was still a hero—highly skilled in martial arts and blessed with limitless potential. That was why he had recommended Yang Cai to the Masked Man, half as a test and half in sincerity.

Now that he had truly met and interacted with Yang Cai, he suddenly realized that when someone from legend stood before one's eyes, they might not necessarily be pleasing to the eye. Conflict, clashes, and mutual disgust were often far more likely.

He merely admired Yang Cai. He would never be like those spineless wretches who, even after being looked down upon and treated like trash, still rushed to kiss someone's stinking boots. That was not his style.

The Masked Man, however, remained calm. With his hands clasped behind his back, he possessed the air of a demon from the hell of all realms, exuding a chillingly sinister aura. In a low voice, he said,

"Yang Cai, do you want to leave this cage and, from now on, be free of restraint and shackles, galloping freely between heaven and earth?"

The meaning was already quite plain. Though he did not say the next sentence, its implication was obvious: if you wanted to leave the cage, you had to work for me.

Upon hearing this, Yang Cai's solemn, majestic bearing, like that of an Arhat, abruptly changed into an incomparably savage and ferocious air. His Killing Aura surged toward the Masked Man like rolling ocean tides.

The next instant, Yang Cai moved.