Immortal God of War-Chapter 788 - 753

"What?" Qin Feiyang sneered disdainfully. "Are you finally feeling the sting of humiliation and lashing out? Weren’t you smug when you were manipulating me?"

Mu Qing fell silent. In his heart, he knew the relationship between him and Qin Feiyang would inevitably reach this point, but he hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.

"Yes," Mu Qing sighed. "I admit, I did manipulate you. But I truly meant you no harm. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had them merely trap you earlier."

Qin Feiyang gave a cold laugh. "Should I then be grateful to you for sparing my life?"

"There’s no need for gratitude," Mu Qing said. "As long as you leave now, we’ll be even."

Qin Feiyang’s eyes turned icy. "I never owed you anything in the first place. Furthermore, don’t act so high and mighty. I will find out what you and Lu Xingchen are plotting sooner or later."

Mu Qing’s heart skipped a beat. He shook his head. "I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

"You don’t?" Qin Feiyang sneered. "Then why don’t you explain why you and Lu Xingchen went to such lengths to lure me here?"

Mu Qing frowned. "You’re overthinking things."

Qin Feiyang waved his hand impatiently. "Spare me your useless nonsense. Let me tell you, for every day you don’t spill the beans, I’ll make your life miserable."

"Absolutely unreasonable!" Mu Qing was visibly angered.

BOOM!!

Just then, two terrifying auras erupted from beneath the ground. Immediately after, the two old men, reeking of Evil Qi, rushed out from underground, their bodies covered in fresh blood.

"Young Master, just kill him!" the two men said, bowing to Mu Qing.

"Young Master!" Qin Feiyang exclaimed inwardly. This Mu Qing’s identity truly isn’t simple!

Mu Qing glanced at the two men, then looked at Qin Feiyang, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.

"Not good!"

Suddenly, the Tower Master’s expression changed dramatically.

"What is it?" Qin Feiyang asked, puzzled.

"Someone has tampered with the Sky Thunder Flame." The Tower Master’s face turned as dark as a thundercloud. She and the Sky Thunder Flame were linked by a Blood Covenant, so she could sense it the moment anyone touched it.

Qin Feiyang said, "Then quickly kill those two old dogs!"

WHOOSH!

The Tower Master’s eyes turned cold. Gripping the rib bone, she swept towards the two men.

"Young Master, please reconsider carefully," the two old men said to Mu Qing once more before turning to face the Tower Master, their aged faces filled with malice.

CLANG!

Suddenly, a dazzling divine light shot out from between one old man’s eyebrows.

It was a War Sword!

About three feet long and three fingers wide, it looked as if it were cast from molten rock, its entire body as red as fire. The War Sword floated above the two men, trembling constantly and emitting earth-shattering rumbles. As soon as the sword appeared, an overwhelming Saint Prestige swept out in all directions, blanketing the heavens and earth.

"This is..." Qin Feiyang was stunned. What a joke! This is another Holy Artifact! Including the replica of the Space-Time Gate, Mu Qing’s clan possesses two Holy Artifacts! Since when did Holy Artifacts become so common?

At the same time, the sight of the War Sword filled the Tower Master with unease. A Holy Artifact is comparable to a Nine-Star War Saint. Can this rib bone in my hand truly contend with it? She couldn’t help but doubt.

Yet her expression remained as cold as ice. "A Holy Artifact requires a Nine-Star War Saint to awaken it," she sneered, her eyes filled with mockery. "You two are merely one-star War Saints. If you forcefully try to awaken the Holy Artifact, death is your only path! Do you dare?"

"Hmph!" one of the old men snorted. "Even without awakening it, this Holy Artifact’s indestructible edge is enough to sever the rib bone in your hand!" He then grabbed the War Sword and charged forward.

CLANG!!!

The resulting metallic clang echoed in all directions, nearly tearing eardrums apart.

The Tower Master fixed her icy gaze on the old man and transmitted her voice, "Qin Feiyang, can it work?"

"Yes," Qin Feiyang replied via sound transmission. The owner of this rib bone was Mu Tianyang, the emperor of the previous dynasty. And Mu Tianyang, a contemporary of the first emperor, was undoubtedly a powerhouse at the peak of his might. So, this rib bone should be no weaker than a Holy Artifact!

Hearing Qin Feiyang’s reply, the Tower Master finally felt reassured enough to go all out.

At this moment, both the Tower Master and the old man stared intently at each other, their auras soaring like rainbows. Not even three Stars’ worth of time had passed before the two met.

"Die!" they both roared almost simultaneously, wielding the rib bone and War Sword respectively, attacking each other with all their might.

CLANG!

The rib bone and War Sword collided fiercely, sending a shower of sparks that illuminated the sky. Simultaneously, a cataclysmic wave of battle fluctuations swept out in all directions with the two combatants at its center. Wherever it passed, colossal mountain peaks crumbled like withered trees. Thunderous rumbles echoed through the heavens and earth.

Qin Feiyang and the others were once again sent flying, feeling as if struck by lightning, and violently coughed up blood. As for those who had fled Sky Thunder City and gathered outside, more than half were killed or injured in that instant. Screams filled the air incessantly.

Ultimately, the shockwaves from the battle spread for hundreds of miles beyond Sky Thunder City, and the mountains and rivers within this vast radius were completely leveled.

"How can it be this terrifying?" The survivors stared in horror at the dueling Tower Master and old man. Is this the power of a Holy Artifact? And the War Sword hasn’t even been fully awakened! If it were, how much more astounding would it be? If this continues, everyone here will probably be caught in the crossfire and perish.

CLANG!!

High in the sky, the Tower Master and the old man were fighting in a frenzy, oblivious to such concerns.

Qin Feiyang stood atop a mountain, swallowed a healing pill, and looked up at the two, his brow gradually furrowing. Currently, neither could gain the upper hand; they were evenly matched.

Was my guess wrong? Was Mu Tianyang’s strength in life not as formidable as I imagined?

CLANG!

But suddenly, after a fierce collision, the War Sword flew from the old man’s grasp, hurtling into the distance. The old man’s palm was ripped open, blood streaming from the wound, and his entire arm trembled. Clearly, his palm had been shattered by the force of the earlier impacts between the War Sword and the rib bone. This was proof enough that he hadn’t held the advantage in his exchange with the Tower Master.

Immediately, Qin Feiyang’s gaze locked onto the War Sword. It was flying directly towards him.

If I can seize this chance to get my hands on it, with a Holy Artifact, who would I have to fear?

Decisively, he leaped into the air, activating Phantom Step, and shot towards the War Sword.

"Quick, retrieve the Holy Artifact!" Mu Qing shouted hastily upon seeing this.

Hearing his cry, the two old men started, their eyes immediately turning to the War Sword, a chilling glint within them. The one who had been fighting the Tower Master instantly waved his hand. The dislodged War Sword made an abrupt turn in mid-air and shot back like a bolt of lightning.

"Die!"

But at that very moment, the Tower Master seized the opportunity. Fiercely raising the rib bone, she brought it down on the old man’s head.

With a sickening CRACK!, the old man’s head exploded like a watermelon. The gruesome scene was almost unbearable to watch.

"He’s dead?" Mu Qing and the other old man froze, their faces instantly paling.

And with the old man’s death, the War Sword, too, stopped in mid-air, motionless.

"What an opportunity!" Qin Feiyang rushed forward, his hand shooting out to grab the hilt.

A Holy Artifact! He looked down at the War Sword, his eyes shining brilliantly, his body trembling with excitement. I never imagined I’d one day possess a Holy Artifact!

"Damn it!" Mu Qing snapped back to reality. Seeing the War Sword in Qin Feiyang’s grasp, he grew frantic and yelled at the remaining old man, "What are you standing there dazed for? Hurry and get the Holy Artifact back!"

"Get it back?" Qin Feiyang looked up at Mu Qing, his voice laced with mockery. "You think you can take back something that’s fallen into my hands? Is that even possible?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he bit his finger and decisively dripped blood onto the sword to claim ownership. The old man’s death had caused the War Sword to become inert, indicating he had been its master. With him dead, the Blood Covenant within the sword would naturally dissipate. In other words, the Holy Artifact was now ownerless.

As expected, the Blood Covenant within the War Sword had vanished, and Qin Feiyang easily formed a new one with his blood. This meant he was now officially the master of this Holy Artifact. What an unexpected windfall!

It’s over... Mu Qing collapsed in mid-air, his face etched with despair. We haven’t even obtained the Sky Thunder Flame, and we’ve already lost a Holy Artifact... And a War Saint... Father will surely kill me when I get back...

But the remaining old man hadn’t given up. He streaked towards Qin Feiyang like a bolt of lightning. Qin Feiyang’s strength is still too weak; he wouldn’t dare try to awaken the Holy Artifact. If I can just retrieve it, I can instantly erase the Blood Covenant within!

Qin Feiyang looked up at the approaching old man with disdain. "Even your master has given up. What are you trying to prove by rushing over?"

The old man stared at him malevolently. "Hand it over immediately, and I’ll spare your life!"

"Have you forgotten about me?"

But before his words faded, an ice-cold voice sounded behind him.

The old man’s expression changed. He quickly turned to see the Tower Master, rib bone in hand, rushing towards him with murderous intent.

"I’ll retrieve the Holy Artifact even if it means death!" he snarled, gritting his teeth, and continued his charge towards Qin Feiyang. Simultaneously, a terrifying Saint Prestige enveloped Qin Feiyang.

"Let me tell you, not only will you fail to get it back, but you’ll also lose your life," Qin Feiyang said with a smirk, then vanished without a trace.

"Huh? Where did he go?" The old man halted in mid-air, scanning his surroundings in surprise.

"Fool! Don’t you know he has a spatial divine artifact? Watch your back! Dodge, quickly!" Mu Qing’s furious roar echoed.

"Behind!" The old man’s eyes flickered, and he hastily tried to dodge to the side.

But it was too late. The Tower Master closed the distance in a single step, firmly grasping the rib bone, and smashed it down on the top of his head.

"AHH—"

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the sky. The old man met his end without any suspense, his head exploding on the spot, his blood dyeing the sky red.

"Fools! All of you are fools!" Watching this, Mu Qing was driven mad with anger, stomping his feet in mid-air.

WHOOSH!

Just then, Qin Feiyang reappeared. He glanced at the thoroughly dead old man, then looked up at Mu Qing and smiled. "Thank you for your contribution of the Holy Artifact. As a token of my gratitude, let’s consider all our past scores settled!"