Boom...

Atop Qifeng Mountain, Ye Luo once again slammed the Ferrari ruthlessly into the rear of the Aston Martin. For a moment, the car swayed uncontrollably, both vehicles sustaining significant damage.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Luo violently turned the steering wheel, finding a gap and swiftly overtaking.

"You’re insane! This car is my favorite and you’re treating it like a bumper car!"

Nie Wenling glared at Ye Luo, somewhat angry.

"Didn’t you ask me to overtake? Look, now I’ve done it, haven’t I?"

Ye Luo said with an indifferent face.

"Hmph, if you win the race, I won’t fuss over these matters; otherwise, hmph—"

Nie Wenling crossed her arms and huffed with an expression full of disdain.

"Jerk!"

Inside the Aston Martin, Che Taixian’s handsome visage was now twisted with rage.

As the recognized king of drivers in Goryeo, he had never been overtaken before. This was an insult to him. Instantly, the Aston Martin accelerated, charging forward.

"If you can ram, so can I," Che Taixian said coldly, clearly intending to ram the Ferrari as well.

However, Ye Luo didn’t give him the chance. The Ferrari continued to accelerate, its speed skyrocketing, leaving no opportunity for impact.

"Slow down! Up ahead is a ninety-degree turn; at this speed, you can’t make the turn and we’ll fly off the cliff."

Suddenly, Nie Wenling’s complexion changed, and she urgently spoke to Ye Luo.

"If we slow down now, the opponent will catch up; therefore, we can’t reduce speed."

Ye Luo remarked as the Ferrari’s speed continued to climb.

"You’re crazy, stop the car, or we’re both going to die!"

Nie Wenling’s face shifted dramatically as she frantically grabbed Ye Luo’s hand, screaming.

At this moment, everyone in the clubhouse had their expressions change, eyes revealing a look of shock.

"Has that kid lost his mind? Didn’t Nie Wenling tell him that there’s a ninety-degree turn up ahead? With such speed, it’s impossible to make the turn in time, and the car will plummet off the cliff; they’re doomed."

"Indeed, Nie Wenling has run this track before; she should’ve informed him of this situation."

The crowd started to discuss animatedly.

Lu Qing’s complexion had become extremely ugly, his eyes filled with trepidation and nervousness.

"Kid, I want to see just how crazy you can be."

Inside the Aston Martin, Che Taixian, seeing that the Ferrari hadn’t slowed down, had a cold glint in his eyes as his car’s speed continued to rise as well.

"Stop, stop now!"

Nie Wenling saw the rapidly approaching turn and her face turned deathly white, her hands tightly clutching Ye Luo’s arm, trying to make him stop. However, he continued on, his speed unabated.

"We’re done for, truly done for, I’m going to die, and I’m not content with this! I haven’t even had a boyfriend yet, I haven’t even experienced what it’s like to be a woman."

Nie Wenling muttered to herself.

"You want to experience what it’s like to be a woman, huh? I can help you with that for free."

Ye Luo looked at Nie Wenling with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Asshole, you’re still laughing? We’re about to die."

Nie Wenling glared fiercely at Ye Luo, her eyes shadowed with a dark hue at the sight of the ninety-degree turn ahead.

"Go to hell, all of you."

At this moment, Che Taixian in the Aston Martin behind them had a murderous glint in his eye as he fiercely stomped on the gas pedal, aiming to ram violently into Ye Luo’s Ferrari.

"Hold on tight!"

Ye Luo said to Nie Wenling with a mysterious smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Luo slammed on the brakes, shifted gears, and whipped the steering wheel around.

Sssss—

Under Ye Luo’s swift manipulation, the Ferrari braked sharply; the car drifted rapidly, with the tires screeching against the track and leaving behind long skid marks.

The entire rear of the Ferrari drifted toward the cliff on the other side of the track, as if it would fall off at any moment.

Seeing this, everyone in the clubhouse was tense and somber.

Ah!

Nie Wenling couldn’t help but scream, instinctively closing her eyes, not daring to watch.

The tires screeched fiercely against the ground, and the rear right wheel of the Ferrari had already drifted off the track, dangling in the air.

It was a close call; the car nearly flew off the track, but Ye Luo managed to keep it under control.

"Bye-bye!"

Ye Luo, sitting in the car, waved at Che Taixian, who was barreling toward him in the Aston Martin, then stepped on the gas. The high-performance engine of the Ferrari roared back to life as the car shot forward, successfully negotiating the tight ninety-degree bend.

At that moment, Che Taixian’s face changed drastically. Seeing the ninety-degree turn ahead, his expression shifted instantly. All he had been thinking about was hitting Ye Luo’s car and had completely forgotten about the sharp turn. By the time he realized, the Aston Martin was moving too fast to stop.

Although he was the undisputed king of racers in the Goryeo Kingdom, faced with such a situation, he panicked. For a moment, his skillful driving seemed useless.

After all, when facing the threat of death, it’s difficult for anyone to maintain a high level of clarity, unless they are martial artists with powerful abilities like Ye Luo, who possess an extremely high mental fortitude.

Che Taixian clearly didn’t have that, and even if he remained clear-headed, facing such a situation, there was nothing he could do. He certainly didn’t have the skill to pull off what Ye Luo did, and furthermore, the Aston Martin was inherently faster than the Ferrari.

He had not slowed down at all, and now, faced with the ninety-degree bend, there was no time to turn or brake.

Ah...

The next second, Che Taixian let out a shrill scream as the Aston Martin flew off the track, soaring through the air before plunging off the cliff, followed by a loud explosion and a column of fire rocketing into the sky.

On the display screens in the clubhouse’s main hall, a dazzling spark flared, stunning everyone, and turning Lu Qing’s face pale, her heart sinking with a thud.

"This..."

The young masters, stunned, didn’t quite know what to say, evidently having not anticipated such an outcome—Che Taixian, the mighty king of racers, met his end in a car wreck.

In that room, the young man dressed in a black shirt, watching the brilliant flames on the screen, furrowed his brows with a somber expression.

"Young master!"

The elder with gray-white hair also furrowed his brows and spoke.

"It seems that I have underestimated this young man."

The young man murmured to himself.

"Call the police, at once!"

The young man ordered directly.