Outside the First People's Hospital in Modu.
The night was black as ink.
Over a hundred Asura Hall guards in black Combat Uniforms spread out in a fan formation, sealing off the hospital entrance.
They gripped cold weapons tightly, their muscles bulging as they stood ready for battle.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Opposite them, three figures had appeared on the empty street at some unknown moment.
The man on the left wore plain Daoist robes and carried an ancient sword on his back. His face was as fine as polished jade, his bearing cool and aloof, like an immortal untouched by worldly dust.
The man on the right wore an elegant tailored suit. His demeanor was composed, every gesture exuding the commanding presence of an overlord who held everything in his grasp.
Standing in the middle was an arrogant, bare-chested man.
His body was packed with knotted muscles and covered in vicious, crisscrossing scars. He radiated a savage, brutal aura.
The three stood there in silence, yet their terrifying, invisible presence made even those hundred battle-hardened Asura Hall guards feel their hearts tremble.
Creak!
The hospital's glass doors were pushed open.
Yue Feng walked out.
His steps were unhurried, almost leisurely, utterly at odds with the tense atmosphere before him.
"You're the Hall Master of Asura Hall?"
The speaker was the arrogant man in the middle, Qi Canghai.
He bared a mouthful of stark white teeth in an aggressive grin.
Yue Feng did not answer. He merely swept an indifferent glance over them.
"An overseas Darkness Emperor must still obey the Dragon Kingdom's rules upon returning here!"
The suited man on the right, Feng Tianhao, spoke slowly, as though stating a fact.
"We have come at someone's request. Surrender at once!"
The young Daoist on the left spoke in an icy