Immortal God of War-Chapter 747 - 712: Feng Yun Kneels Down_1

Eliminating what he can’t have... This Second Prince is far too ruthless.

Qin Feiyang said, "There’s a well-known folk tale. Have you heard of it?"

"What story?" Mo Dong frowned.

"Once, there was a man who kept a dog."

"The man fed it well and took good care of it. In return, the dog was loyal and completely obedient to its master."

"But in the end, the master ordered the dog to attack a formidable enemy."

"As a result, the dog died at the hands of the one it was sent to bite," Qin Feiyang said indifferently.

"You’re courting death!" Mo Dong’s eyes blazed with killing intent. Qin Feiyang’s words clearly implied that he, Mo Dong, was nothing more than a dog to the Second Prince.

"I haven’t finished yet."

"Even at the moment of its death, the dog still hadn’t understood."

"Why did its master order it to attack such a formidable enemy?"

"The truth was, its master never cared about it at all."

"And that, it would never realize," Qin Feiyang said.

"You deserve to die!" Mo Dong was enraged.

"Actually, I’m not saying this to humiliate you, but to remind you."

"Loyalty isn’t wrong, but it depends on who it’s for."

"Don’t end up being used by someone yet still think you’ve gained a huge advantage. That’s just stupidity," Qin Feiyang said lightly.

BOOM!

A murderous aura swirled around Mo Dong; he wasn’t listening at all.

"Turning Sky Seal, kill!"

With his furious roar, the seal instantly expanded. In the blink of an eye, it resembled a giant peak, wreathed in crimson, blood-red qi, emitting a terrifying pressure.

Immediately after, the Turning Sky Seal tore through the air, accompanied by the shriek of wind and thunder, as it hurtled towards Qin Feiyang!

"Turning Sky Seal?" Qin Feiyang’s eyes blazed with a blood-red light, like a vast, surging Sea of Blood. I doubt it can truly overturn the heavens.

CLANG!

Crimson Sword Qi surged. Twenty-eight sword phantoms instantly manifested high above.

The number of sword phantoms from the Returning Soul Technique depended on one’s cultivation level. At the War King realm, one could condense ten sword phantoms. At the War Emperor realm, twenty. Now that Qin Feiyang had stepped into the War Ancestor realm, he could condense thirty sword phantoms. He had used two previously, so twenty-eight sword phantoms remained.

With a wave of his great hand, the twenty-eight sword phantoms tore through the sky, striking the Turning Sky Seal one after another.

CLANG! CLANG! BOOM!

In an instant, sparks flew high in the air. A series of tremendous explosions, like rolling thunder, was deafening! The terrifying sharpness swept across the sky!

BOOM!

Finally, accompanied by an exceptionally deafening explosion, the twenty-eight sword phantoms and the Turning Sky Seal were simultaneously obliterated!

PFFT!

Mo Dong spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back repeatedly.

However, Qin Feiyang, protected by the War Technique, stood firmly in the void, as unmoving as Mount Tai.

"My god!"

"This Qin Feiyang’s combat prowess is terrifying, isn’t it?"

The crowd below was dumbfounded. Even though both wielded perfect War Techniques, Mo Dong’s cultivation level was a minor realm higher than Qin Feiyang’s. Everyone had originally thought Mo Dong would defeat Qin Feiyang with crushing ease. But unexpectedly, the outcome was Qin Feiyang’s victory.

"Actually, relatively speaking, Qin Feiyang’s perfect War Technique is a cut above."

"Because each sword phantom’s power is equivalent to a perfect War Technique," someone said in a low, grave voice.

He is an extremely formidable existence, enough to dominate others in the same realm!

Meanwhile, Feng Yun’s expression changed. He said angrily, "You have a perfect War Technique and still couldn’t take him down? What use are you?!"

Ever since Qin Feiyang activated the War Technique, Mo Dong had never gained the upper hand. If this went on, the one to lose in the end might really be Mo Dong. And if Mo Dong lost, he would have to kneel and kowtow to Qin Feiyang in public. He would never be able to bring himself to do something so humiliating.

Mo Dong steadied himself, glanced down at Feng Yun, then looked at Qin Feiyang. His face was twisted and extremely ferocious, like a maddened beast!

Qin Feiyang sighed, "It seems you still haven’t understood the story I just told you."

"I understand," Mo Dong conveyed via voice transmission, his tone carrying a deep sense of helplessness. "But I have no choice. Because if I don’t kill you, the Second Prince will kill me. This is the tragedy of insignificant people like me. Our fate is our own, yet it’s controlled by others."

"You brought this upon yourself," Qin Feiyang said, unsympathetic to Mo Dong. "If you hadn’t sought out the Second Prince, if you hadn’t gotten involved in this messy affair, how would you have ended up in this situation?"

"Yes! It’s all my own doing. Therefore, I must see this through!" As he finished speaking, Mo Dong’s eyes suddenly became incomparably resolute.

BOOM!

His body trembled, and an earth-shattering aura erupted from him like a volcano. Then, a behemoth shot out from behind him. The moment this creature appeared, a faint dragon’s power permeated the surrounding space.

"A Flood Dragon?" Qin Feiyang exclaimed in surprise.

Mo Dong’s Battle Soul was an earth-yellow Flood Dragon, dozens of meters long. Its entire body seemed forged from rock, emitting an extremely terrifying, ferocious might.

"I know you definitely won’t spare me," Mo Dong said via voice transmission, then his hands formed seals, and the Turning Sky Seal reappeared! "So now, I must fight with all my strength! Even if I die, I must die with dignity!"

"Come on! Today, either you die, or I perish!" He roared fiercely, charging furiously at Qin Feiyang with the Turning Sky Seal and the Flood Dragon Battle Soul. A destructive aura enveloped everything in all directions!

Qin Feiyang gave a faint smile. Mo Dong’s actions in this final moment are indeed worthy of a true man. Facing such a respectable opponent, I naturally must give it my all as well.

WHOOSH!

He stepped into the air, his terrifying speed like a flash of lightning, leaving countless afterimages.

In an instant, the two clashed explosively!

With a wave of Mo Dong’s large hand, the Flood Dragon Battle Soul and the Turning Sky Seal tore through the sky, blasting towards Qin Feiyang!

Simultaneously, Qin Feiyang extended an arm, golden light erupting from his palm as he struck out!

BOOM! ROAR!

Instantly, the Turning Sky Seal and the Flood Dragon Battle Soul spun in mid-air and slammed into Mo Dong, who was behind them.

"ARGH..."

Accompanied by a piercing scream of pain, Mo Dong’s physical body was instantly torn asunder, his blood dyeing the sky!

"How is this possible?" The crowd below stared at Qin Feiyang in shocked disbelief. To actually reflect the Battle Soul and the Turning Sky Seal back—how did he do that?

"HA HA..."

"We won!"

"A five-to-one payout! We’ve hit the jackpot this time!"

The next moment, the fighting arena erupted. Those who had bet on Qin Feiyang couldn’t help but cheer ecstatically.

Feng Yun, however, slumped down limply. Wan Chou also had a look of terror; this man was indeed not so easy to deal with.

「From afar.」

"To return a move in kind... it truly is a miraculous combat art," Zhuge Mingyang stood atop a large tree, watching Qin Feiyang from a distance and muttering to himself. A hint of a smile touched his lips. Then, he turned, soared into the sky, and quickly vanished.

Meanwhile, from several other directions, a dozen or so young people were also paying attention to Qin Feiyang. These individuals, both men and women, possessed transcendent temperaments, and their auras were unfathomably deep. But none of them showed themselves. After Qin Feiyang and Mo Dong’s battle concluded, they too departed silently.

「High above.」

PHEW!

Qin Feiyang took a deep breath, deactivated the War Technique, and his appearance quickly returned to normal. Then, he looked down at Feng Yun, like a sovereign gazing upon his subjects, and said, "Kneel!"

"I..." Feng Yun stammered, looking up at Qin Feiyang, and sent a voice transmission: "Can you spare me some dignity?"

Qin Feiyang shook his head. "Dignity is earned by oneself, not bestowed by others."

"Don’t push me too far!" Feng Yun shot to his feet, exclaiming angrily.

Qin Feiyang said coolly, "You’re the ones who went too far, not me. Hurry up. I don’t have time to waste on you."

Someone sneered in contempt, "One should honor a lost bet. You said you’d kneel, so kneel. What’s this about trying to back out?"

Feng Yun immediately glared at that person, his gaze bone-chillingly cold! That person instantly shrank his neck, lowered his head, and dared not make another sound.

THUD!

Feng Yun gritted his teeth and knelt, his forehead hitting the ground with dull thuds. He had figured it out. No matter what he said today, Qin Feiyang wouldn’t change his mind. Continuing to beg would only lead to greater humiliation.

WHOOSH!

Qin Feiyang gave him a cold glance, then turned, streaked across the sky, and quickly disappeared in the direction of the Elixir Palace.

"Bastard, I will make you pay!" Feng Yun also got up, staring at Qin Feiyang’s retreating figure, an astonishing killing intent flickering in his eyes.

However, the real drama had only just begun.

As soon as Qin Feiyang left, those who had bet on him swarmed towards Feng Yun like bees to honey.

Feng Yun was so angry he was about to lose his mind. Not only had he completely lost face, but he was also on the brink of financial ruin!

"Senior Brother Feng Yun, you’re not planning to renege, are you?" With their own interests at stake, those disciples also became resolute.

"Absurd!" Feng Yun said angrily. "Do I, Feng Yun, look like the type of person to go back on my word? It’s just that the sum is too large; you’ll have to give me some time to prepare it."

Someone said, "Then you should at least give us a specific timeframe, right?"

"Three days. Come to my Alchemy Chamber in three days to collect. I’ll pay out every bit that was lost to me." After saying this, Feng Yun soared into the air and headed straight back to his Alchemy Chamber.

"Damn it all to hell!" The moment he stepped into the Alchemy Chamber, he flew into a rage, looking as if he was about to go mad.

After a long while, he finally calmed down and took out an Image Crystal Stone.

Soon, the image of a young man in a golden robe materialized in the empty space before him. The man was about 1.8 meters tall, with well-defined features and an extraordinary air. Beneath the corner of his mouth was a very conspicuous black mole the size of a mung bean. And his golden robe was strikingly embroidered with a lifelike giant python.

Feng Yun cupped his fists. "Greetings, Your Highness."

That’s right! This man was the Second Prince.

The Second Prince smiled and asked, "Have you handled the matter I entrusted to you?"

"We failed. Mo Dong was killed by Qin Feiyang," Feng Yun said with his head lowered.

"What?" The Second Prince was furious. He roared, "I even gave him a perfect War Technique, and he still failed?"

"Hmm?" Feng Yun was slightly stunned. "You gave him the perfect War Technique?" he asked.

"That’s right. I thought that with a perfect War Technique, he would be able to defeat Qin Feiyang. I didn’t expect him to be so useless," the Second Prince snorted coldly.

"Mo Dong was never talented in the first place. Why were you investing so much in cultivating him?" Feng Yun frowned, completely perplexed.

"Did you really think I was cultivating him? I was merely using him," the Second Prince sneered contemptuously.

"Your Highness, even if it’s for exploitation, you should have found someone reliable!" Feng Yun gave a bitter smile, his expression quite vexed. "You have no idea how badly he’s screwed me over this time!"