Immortal God of War
But in the end, it ended in disappointment.
Inside the cave, there were no other secret rooms or secret compartments.
No other treasures were found either.
However.
Qin Feiyang was content. Aside from what was inside that jade box, just the Seventh Grade Pill Fire made this trip to Qinghai worthwhile.
Swish!
Putting away the Seventh Grade Pill Fire, he and the snake swiftly exited the Cave Mansion.
The Ghost Snake Emperor transformed into a delicate jade bracelet, wrapped around Qin Feiyang’s wrist.
Qin Feiyang waved his hand, a streak of Battle Intent flew into the Cave Mansion, and it immediately collapsed.
The ashes were forever buried there.
"It’s time to leave."
Qin Feiyang whispered, then turned and dashed into the tunnel, flying towards the outer sea at lightning speed.
In fact, this time, although the Ghost Snake Emperor was the one who discovered the Cave Mansion, the one who truly deserved thanks was that big fool.
After all.
If it weren’t for that big fool, who smashed the stone wall with a punch, the Ghost Snake Emperor wouldn’t have found the Cave Mansion.
Along the way.
Qin Feiyang could clearly sense the lingering presence of Wang Zicheng and Guo Xiangzhong.
Moments later.
He finally flew out of the tunnel and entered the deep sea.
The Water-Repelling Pearl shimmered with a hazy glow, isolating all the water pressure.
Then.
He waved his hand again, collapsing the tunnel, and rushed towards the sea surface.
Rumble!
Splash!
Soon.
He sensed powerful fluctuations of battle.
Whoosh!
After about ten breaths.
Finally.
Qin Feiyang emerged from the surface, standing high in the sky, looking toward the island ahead. He saw Wang Zicheng and the young strong man locked in a fierce battle above the island.
The terrifying momentum was overwhelming, the nearby sea huge with tumultuous waves, and the island was almost torn apart.
The fierce beasts on the island had long fled in panic.
"Savage Bull, are you done yet?"
Wang Zicheng shouted angrily.
He was still on the defensive, looking very embarrassed.
"I told you, today I’ll tear you apart!"
The young strong man’s momentum was like thunder, invisible power roaring in all directions, like a giant spirit god shocking the world, each move shaking the sky.
"Damn!"
"Do you really think I’m powerless against you?"
"Primordial Mystic Illusion!"
Wang Zicheng howled towards the sky, and beside him, another Wang Zicheng suddenly appeared out of thin air.
The two Wang Zichengs looked identical, even their behavior and strength were indistinguishable.
An uninformed person seeing this scene would surely think they were twins.
"Beat him up!"
Then.
With a low growl, the two Wang Zichengs simultaneously attacked the young strong man from the left and right.
Facing the two Wang Zichengs’ storm-like attacks, the young strong man was suddenly a bit flustered.
In no time.
His body was covered in wounds.
"This..."
"Is this the Clone Art?"
The Ghost Snake Emperor was astonished.
Qin Feiyang remained silent, his gaze was extremely serious.
The young strong man’s combat power was evident, definitely not to be underestimated, but Wang Zicheng’s strength was also truly astonishing.
The strength displayed by the clone was not inferior to Wang Zicheng’s true self, which meant that the young strong man was now facing two Wang Zichengs in their prime.
Boom!
Puff!
After a dozen breaths of fierce combat, the young strong man was struck by Wang Zicheng’s clone, flying backward, spitting blood profusely.
"Heh heh!"
However.
When the young strong man stabilized his body, he grinned without the slightest fear.
"Your Primordial Mystic Illusion is still as bothersome as ever."
"However, you should know my strength, the Primordial Mystic Illusion, is useless on me!"
"Bright King Phenomenon!"
At the last word, the young strong man suddenly roared toward the sky.
An astonishing scene unfolded!
His two-meter-high frame started to swell with the wind!
In the blink of an eye, a giant over five meters tall appeared, with muscles like horned dragons, exuding a destructive aura.
"Try this punch of mine!"
The young strong man swung a fist as big as a grinding disc, smashing towards Wang Zicheng in anger.
Wang Zicheng’s face changed, swiftly retreating backward.
But the clone was smashed to pieces by the young strong man’s punch.
Puff!
Wang Zicheng spat a mouthful of blood, angrily shouting, "I’ll ask you one last time, are we really going to fight to the death today?"
"Do I look like I’m joking to you?"
The young strong man swung another punch, its terrifying might shaking all directions, simple and brutal.
"Fine."
"Then don’t blame me for being impolite!"
"Azure Dragon Seal!"
Wang Zicheng’s gaze grew cold. Using the Primordial Mystic Illusion again, another clone appeared.
Then.
Both the true body and the clone simultaneously raised their hands, forming seals in front of their chests.
A destructive aura quickly rolled out from between their hands, annihilating everything in all directions!
"Azure Dragon Seal!"
The young strong man’s eyes narrowed, his expression extremely serious, clearly fearing Wang Zicheng’s move.
"These two are terrifying, rulers below the War Emperor."
The Ghost Snake Emperor said gloomily.
"Indeed!"
Qin Feiyang nodded.
If the War Emperor doesn’t intervene, no one can take them down, they are two truly invincible kings.
Suddenly!
Qin Feiyang seemed to have discovered something, turning his head to look at the other side of the island, immediately seeing a large group of people approaching aggressively.
"How could they find this place?"
Qin Feiyang wondered, his eyes flashing with cold light.
Because the leader was the white-haired old man.
At the same time.
The white-haired old man and his people also entered the island, standing in the distance, watching the battle between Wang Zicheng and the young strong man.
"It’s them."
Wang Zicheng naturally also noticed the white-haired old man and frowned slightly.
But the white-haired old man did not recognize Wang Zicheng.
Because Wang Zicheng’s appearance had aged.
"Huh!"
"Why does his aura make me feel familiar?"
However.
Among the group behind the white-haired old man, someone noticed an anomaly.
"That’s right!"
"I remember now; his aura is exactly the same as the person who helped Ancestor Mu escape."
"But that’s not right, wasn’t the person who helped Ancestor Mu escape a young man?"
The group was puzzled.
"No, it’s him!"
"Appearances can change, but aura is hard to alter, and look at his eyes, they’re identical to that person’s."
The white-haired old man scrutinized Wang Zicheng for a moment, and a murderous intent flashed in his old eyes.
"So it really is him!"
"It turns out he’s the one fighting; then Ancestor Mu must be nearby."
The group scanned their surroundings.
Finally.
The white-haired old man noticed Qin Feiyang standing in the sky above the sea, and a sinister chill climbed onto his old face.
"Old man, I’ll go solo him; you go help that big fellow, and kill that person!"
Immediately.
The white-haired old man gave an order, carrying overwhelming killing intent as he dashed toward Qin Feiyang.
The other thirty-one Nine-Star War Saints also immediately charged at Wang Zicheng.
"Damn, we’ve been recognized."
Seeing this.
Wang Zicheng’s heart tightened, and he hastily looked at the young strong man, saying urgently, "Savage Bull, we’re in trouble, stop quickly!"
The young strong man glanced at the thirty-one Nine-Star War Saints charging at him, raised his thick eyebrows, and shouted, "All of you, get the hell away from this granddaddy!"
"Don’t misunderstand, we’re here to help you."
A middle-aged man said with a kind smile.
"Does this granddaddy need your help? This is a personal vendetta between me and him, so back off now!"
The young strong man roared, his voice like thunder, causing the group’s ears to ring.
"Ungrateful wretch!"
"Take them both out!"
The middle-aged man sneered.
The thirty-one Nine-Star War Saints, in unison, swung their arms, and streams of Battle Intent roared out, engulfing the sky!
"Courting death!"
The young strong man became furious, directly leaving Wang Zicheng and turning to kill those thirty-one people.
His whole body boiled with battle intent, without a trace of fear.
"Haha..."
"Savage Bull, I knew you hadn’t forgotten me, your brother."
"Today, let’s join forces again and kill all these ignorant fools!"
Wang Zicheng laughed and joined the fight with his clone.
"Who wants to join forces with you?"
"Against this trash, this granddaddy is enough on his own."
The young strong man smiled disdainfully, exuding unparalleled dominance.
Without a doubt.
The thirty-one Nine-Star War Saints were completely enraged.
Despite all being Nine-Star War Saints, to dare call them trash was too arrogant!
Meanwhile!
In the sky above the sea, Qin Feiyang watched the approaching white-haired old man and snorted coldly, "You really are an unrelenting specter."
The white-haired old man glanced at Wang Zicheng’s two men, then looked at Qin Feiyang, and sneered, "I have to thank those two. If it weren’t for them fighting, I wouldn’t have known you were hiding here."
The white-haired old man had originally planned to go directly to the inland sea to wait.
But while passing near the island earlier, he suddenly sensed a battle fluctuation here, so he curiously came over to take a look and unexpectedly found Qin Feiyang.
Qin Feiyang frowned, shook his head, and laughed, "Laugh while you still can, because soon you won’t be able to."
"Really?"
The white-haired old man smiled playfully.
Qin Feiyang glanced at Wang Zicheng’s two men, and said indifferently, "Haven’t you noticed their strength? The group of trash you brought isn’t even enough to fill their teeth."
"That’s none of your concern."
The white-haired old man chuckled.
He indeed was unaware of Wang Zicheng’s two men’s strength, but those thirty-one he brought were all Nine-Star War Saints.
Two Nine-Star War Saints against thirty-one Nine-Star War Saints, this kind of overwhelming disparity, even if those two could defy the heavens, they didn’t stand a chance.
"Is that so?"
"Then let’s wait and see!"
Qin Feiyang said.
"Wait and see?"
"You’re too naive!"
"Would I give you a chance to linger on?"
The white-haired old man’s speed increased even faster, and imperial power surged as he pounced at Qin Feiyang.
Qin Feiyang’s gaze flickered, and he suddenly spoke, "Guo Xiangzhong!"
"Huh?"
The white-haired old man’s body trembled immediately, a trace of surprise and doubt crossing his eyes.
"So it is you!"
Qin Feiyang sneered.
Although the white-haired old man didn’t respond directly, his reaction already proved everything.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about?"
The white-haired old man’s killing intent grew immensely.
In any case, this day he must eradicate this boy. Otherwise, the Kirin Tribe will face great calamity!
Ah!!!
Yet at this moment.
A series of miserable cries echoed across the sky.
The white-haired old man was startled, immediately turned his head to look, and then was shocked beyond measure.
He saw that his clansmen brought along were being utterly obliterated by Wang Zicheng’s two men, like withered wood.
No!
This was simply a massacre!
In just the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people had died at the hands of those two!

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