Immortal God of War-Chapter 975 - 930: The Terrifying Azure Dragon Art!
Qin Feiyang steadied himself in the void, looking at Zhuge Mingyang opposite him, and said, "I didn’t expect you to also awaken the Dragon Soul!"
"There are many things you wouldn’t expect."
Zhuge Mingyang sneered coldly, and the Battle Intent from his Qi Sea poured out, surging towards Qin Feiyang overwhelmingly.
"Is that so?"
Qin Feiyang’s body shook, his fiery Battle Intent emerging, rolling flames sweeping across the sky.
At this moment.
He stood like a god of fire within the flames, his long hair blowing fiercely in the wind.
"You’ve piqued my interest, I hope you won’t disappoint me in the end."
Qin Feiyang pointed into the sky, and the waves of fire around him instantly rushed towards Mu Qing’s Battle Intent.
It was like a giant flame python, dozens of feet long, baring its fangs, exuding fierce energy!
Boom!
The two Battle Intents collided violently, exploding with a thunderous roar.
At the same time.
Both of them trembled, with a trickle of blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.
Bang bang bang!
But neither of them halted for a moment, charging at each other again.
Then and there.
A fierce melee unfolded in the sky!
Neither of them used any battle techniques, nor did they activate their Battle Souls, relying solely on their fists, locked in a deadly stalemate.
"If it’s purely about personal strength, Zhuge Mingyang is no less than Qin Feiyang."
"To stand shoulder to shoulder with Qin Feiyang, this boy is indeed remarkable."
The mysterious lady whispered.
"I don’t deny his strength."
"But now, Qin Feiyang is just warming up, his real tactics are yet to come."
Mu Qing stared intently at Zhuge Mingyang, the murderous intent in her eyes growing stronger.
Boom!
Crack!
Whether it was Qin Feiyang or Zhuge Mingyang, they pushed their speed to the extreme.
The two of them ceaselessly clashing in the high sky.
People below the War Saint level couldn’t even capture their figures, only hearing the deafening impact sounds.
About a hundred breaths passed!
Their battle had entered an unprecedented intensity!
This was also the first time Qin Feiyang had fought someone with such vigor.
He felt his blood almost boiling.
Battle Spirit soaring!
Zhuge Mingyang did not retreat at all, becoming more valiant in battle like a War God.
Bang!
Another few hundred breaths passed.
After a fierce clash, they finally separated, standing atop the clouds, gazing at each other.
Both had various degrees of wounds on their bodies.
However.
There was no hint of weakness between their brows, and the aura emanating from their bodies was even more formidable!
"It’s been a while, the warm-up should be over, isn’t it time to get serious?"
Qin Feiyang spoke, his eyes sharp as lightning, extremely fierce.
"As you wish!"
"Azure Dragon Art, Dragon’s Roar to the Heaven!"
Zhuge Mingyang let out a loud roar to the sky, the Battle Intent within him surging forth.
Roar!
Accompanied by a resonant dragon roar, a gigantic beast shadow emerged across the sky.
It was a massive azure dragon.
Beyond several hundred feet in length, like a mountain range, spinning in the air above Zhuge Mingyang’s head.
"Tear him apart for me!"
Then.
Zhuge Mingyang pointed remotely at Qin Feiyang, murderous intent flickering in his eyes.
The divine dragon immediately turned, carrying an overwhelming momentum, rushing towards Qin Feiyang.
Qin Feiyang’s eyes narrowed.
With his current strength, he could easily discern that the so-called Azure Dragon Art was a perfect battle technique.
And it had reached the pinnacle of perfect battle techniques.
In other words.
Just the Azure Dragon Art was enough to make Zhuge Mingyang dominate in the same realm.
But this time.
Zhuge Mingyang was unfortunate to encounter him!
——Return-to-the-Ruin Art, Fourth Form, Return-to-the-Ruin!
Qin Feiyang raised his arm, his index finger pointed into the air, and an invisible force roared out at once.
The Fourth Form of the Return-to-the-Ruin Art could also exert the pinnacle destructive power of a perfect battle technique.
Boom!
With a thunderous crash, the two battle techniques met in the sky, bursting into dazzling brilliance.
The world seemed to lose its color at that moment.
Pfft!!
Both of them spat a mouthful of blood simultaneously, their faces slightly pale.
"Not much after all."
Qin Feiyang smiled faintly.
"What’s the rush?"
"The real show is yet to come!"
Zhuge Mingyang wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, placed his hands before his chest, making rapid seals.
A destructive aura, like a volcanic eruption, emanated from between his hands.
Almost immediately, a giant eye appeared between his hands out of thin air!
The eye was closed, about the size of a goose egg, emitting waves of dragon’s power, appearing like an eye of a divine dragon.
And the destructive aura originated precisely from that eye.
"Azure Dragon Art, Second Form, Azure Dragon’s Eye, Destruction!"
Zhuge Mingyang roared lowly, the eye suddenly opened, shooting out a brilliant beam of light.
As the light beam appeared, the destructive aura grew even more terrifying!
Qin Feiyang’s pupils contracted.
The destructive power contained within this light beam was nearly at the brink of a perfect battle technique and a Divine Art!
He also put away his underestimation.
After all, as the former top genius of the Imperial Capital, how could he not have some trump cards?
If careless, he might suffer a great loss.
——Return-to-the-Primordial Sword Art!
Qin Feiyang waved his hand, crimson Sword Qi surged out, rushing skyward like a waterfall.
Clang!!!
In the blink of an eye.
Forty fiery sword shadows condensed, each several dozen feet long, emanating a doomsday-like sharpness.
The number of sword shadows evolved by the Return-to-the-Primordial Sword Art entirely depended on his cultivation.
War King, ten shadows!
War Emperor, twenty shadows.
War Ancestor, thirty phantoms.
Now, he had broken through to War Saint and could manifest forty sword shadows!
Forty sword shadows equate to forty lethal moves.
This is not something that ordinary people can endure.
It’s even possible to say that even if someone’s cultivation is a minor realm higher than Qin Feiyang, they may not be able to withstand it.
In short.
The higher Qin Feiyang’s cultivation, the more terrifying the power of the Return-to-the-Ruin Sword Art becomes.
Clang!
When the forty sword shadows appeared, Qin Feiyang controlled one to slash at the beam of light.
Boom!
Crack!
Accompanied by a loud noise, the sword shadow was instantly shattered by the beam of light!
Qin Feiyang’s body trembled, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
He was quite startled.
Once upon a time.
He had faced many formidable opponents.
Like on the Netherworld, competing against the prodigies of the nine states.
Their methods were witnessed by all, but unless their cultivation crushed Qin Feiyang, they couldn’t block the Return-to-the-Ruin Sword Art.
However, at this moment.
The beam of light easily destroyed one of his sword shadows, and this power was extraordinarily terrifying!
"I said, the real show is yet to come."
Seeing Qin Feiyang’s amazed expression, Zhuge Mingyang showed a trace of disdain in his eyes.
"Isn’t it too early to be complacent now?"
Qin Feiyang sneered, as sword shadows above him slashed towards the beam of light one after another.
Clang!!!
The sword shadows continuously shattered.
Waves of destructive energy rolled outward like tides, surging in all directions.
The void within dozens of miles twisted madly.
Even the firmament trembled.
Qin Feiyang stood amidst the void, growing paler.
Because with each sword shadow shattered, he suffered a heavy blow within his body.
Blood flowed continuously from the corner of his mouth.
But he stood immovably like a mountain.
Looking at Zhuge Mingyang!
Although he had the upper hand, there wasn’t a trace of joy on his face.
Even the previous disdain had disappeared, replaced by a hint of gravity.
And if you looked closely, you could see that his hands, placed before his chest, were trembling slightly.
Clearly.
The sword shadows were also exerting great pressure on him.
Boom!
When the twentieth sword shadow slashed towards the beam of light, the beam finally disintegrated. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Puff!
The Azure Dragon’s eye was shattered, and Zhuge Mingyang coughed up old blood.
"I’d like to see how you handle the remaining twenty sword shadows now!"
Qin Feiyang gave a cold smile.
The twenty sword shadows rushed towards Zhuge Mingyang all at once.
The emperor below watched with a growing sense of heaviness.
While Zhuge Mingyang performed well, any perceptive person could see he was still slightly inferior to Qin Feiyang.
"You should not have placed your bet on Zhuge Mingyang."
Mu Qing looked at the emperor with no hint of respect, only full of mockery.
The emperor shot him a cold glance but said nothing, once again looking towards Zhuge Mingyang.
The hands hidden within his sleeves were already clenched tightly.
Clang!!
Time seemed to slow down yet move quickly at once!
The twenty sword shadows appeared above Zhuge Mingyang.
The terrifying edge tore his skin apart.
In an instant.
He became a bloody figure.
Yet.
There was no panic or fear in Zhuge Mingyang’s expression.
He stared at the twenty sword shadows, eyes flashing with fierce light.
Suddenly!
He leaped forward, advancing instead of retreating, meeting the twenty sword shadows head-on with flesh and blood.
"What?"
"Does he want to die?"
Qin Feiyang’s gaze trembled.
The people below, including Mu Qing, were dumbfounded.
It must be understood.
Each sword shadow was equivalent to a perfect battle art.
That is to say.
With Qin Feiyang’s current cultivation, the power of each sword shadow could match a full-strength attack of a Five Star War Saint.
But Zhuge Mingyang was only a one-star War Saint, wanting to withstand it with blood and flesh. Isn’t this courting death?
"Zhuge Mingyang, don’t be reckless."
Elder Qin couldn’t help but shout.
But Zhuge Mingyang turned a deaf ear, the fierceness in his eyes growing stronger.
"Qin Feiyang, let me show you my true strength now!"
"Third style, Azure Dragon Celestial Phenomenon!"
With a furious roar, he raised his fist and punched at the twenty sword shadows.
Qin Feiyang stared intently at Zhuge Mingyang.
Though he didn’t really understand Zhuge Mingyang’s character and nature, he knew he wouldn’t bluff.
Perhaps.
This person truly had something to rely on.
Suddenly!
A trace of surprise climbed up in Qin Feiyang’s eyes.
Just at the moment when Zhuge Mingyang’s fist met the twenty sword shadows, a surge of battle intent burst out suddenly from his fist.
Immediately afterwards.
The battle intent transformed into an Azure Dragon, effortlessly crushing the twenty sword shadows!
The whole process took less than half a breath, and all the sword shadows turned to dust.
"This...how is it possible?"
Qin Feiyang coughed up blood, eyes filled with disbelief.
The people below, including Mu Qing, were also shocked.
To crush the twenty sword shadows in an instant, what level of battle art is this Azure Dragon Art?
Divine Art?
Because the Return-to-the-Ruin Sword Art is a perfect battle art, only a Divine Art could achieve this.
