Immortal God of War

"Wrong!"

"In your eyes, Qin Feiyang is a major threat."

"But in my eyes, he is the hope of Great Qin, the pillar of the future. I will not allow anyone to harm him!"

Elder Qin shouted angrily.

"Hope..."

"Pillar..."

The State Preceptor murmured, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, thinking to himself, "I didn't expect you to side with Qin Feiyang!"

"Hmph!"

Elder Qin snorted coldly, saying, "I never side with anyone, only stand on the side of justice!"

"Haha..."

The State Preceptor laughed, as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world.

Suddenly!

His expression changed, he looked behind Elder Qin and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Emperor Hong!"

"Emperor Hong!"

Elder Qin's face immediately changed, he quickly turned to look.

As soon as he turned, a hint of mockery flashed in the State Preceptor's eyes, and he swiftly dashed out from beside Elder Qin, heading straight for Qin Feiyang.

"Hm?"

Elder Qin turned to look at the void and found no one there, immediately realizing he was fooled.

"Damned God, how shameless you are, using such low tactics!"

Elder Qin was furious and quickly chased after him.

But in a battle between Pseudo Gods, every second counts.

In an instant, many things can happen.

The State Preceptor had already reached Qin Feiyang, murder in his eyes.

"Don't..."

Elder Qin roared, his anger reaching the heavens.

"Die now!"

The State Preceptor laughed menacingly, raising his aging hand like an eagle claw, shattering the void, reaching for Qin Feiyang's head.

"No..."

Yan Wei also screamed inwardly.

However, at that moment!

Bang!

Accompanied by a resounding thunderous noise, a dark light shot out from Qin Feiyang's forehead.

It was the ancient castle!

It hovered above Qin Feiyang's head, releasing strands of divine power.

Pow!

The State Preceptor was immediately blown away, spewing old blood from his mouth, his face turning pale.

"So powerful!"

Waves of terror surged in his heart.

At the same time.

Witnessing this scene, Elder Qin was also extremely shocked.

The onlookers below were even more stunned, speechless!

Is that Qin Feiyang's ancient castle?

It's so terrifying, just a strand of divine power severely injured the State Preceptor!

"It's truly wonderful."

"With the ancient castle's protection, not even the State Preceptor, nor Emperor Hong, could possibly harm the young master."

Yan Wei murmured.

The heavy heart finally relaxed.

Looking at Qin Feiyang once again.

Despite the significant commotion, he seemed oblivious, still closing his eyes, constantly evolving the four forms of the Return-to-the-Ruin Art.

But if you observe carefully, you'll notice that the speed of his evolution is gradually increasing.

Whistling...

The sound of the wind grew increasingly deafening.

It felt like a level twelve typhoon was raging above the Imperial Palace.

The invisible force surrounding Qin Feiyang also became more and more intense and raging.

After steadying himself, the State Preceptor coldly glared at Qin Feiyang and the ancient castle from afar.

"I refuse to accept this!"

Suddenly!

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, carrying an overwhelming anger, he once again charged at Qin Feiyang.

"How can an ant shake a tree!"

Elder Qin sneered, turning away to watch from the side.

The Kylin Army Commander flew to Elder Qin's side and asked, "Elder Qin, what is the Void Spirit Realm?"

"Let's talk about it later."

Elder Qin waved his hand and kept his eyes fixed on the State Preceptor.

Pow!

The State Preceptor hadn't gotten near before he was again blown away by the divine power emanating from the ancient castle.

This time, the injuries he sustained were even more severe than before.

His body cracked directly, almost splitting into pieces.

The divine blood rained down, scattered across the sky.

"With such a divine object at hand, who in the world could kill him?"

Elder Qin whispered.

"Why is this happening?"

"I refuse to accept it!"

The State Preceptor kept roaring, looking crazed, ready to attack Qin Feiyang again.

Seeing this.

Yan Wei sneered secretly, swiftly ascending into the sky, grabbing the State Preceptor, and transmitted his voice, saying, "My lord, don't be impulsive."

"Let go!"

The State Preceptor shouted angrily.

He was nearly as mad as an irrational person, unable to listen to anything.

"My lord!"

Yan Wei secretly shouted, "Qin Feiyang has the ancient castle protecting him; you cannot kill him. If you continue to act, the only result will be your injury and humiliation. Besides, have you forgotten? We still need his help."

"As a State Preceptor and Pseudo God, am I unable to kill him?"

"Get out of the way, my patience can only stretch so far!"

The State Preceptor pushed Yan Wei aside.

"Smack!"

But the next moment.

Under the incredulous gaze of countless people, Yan Wei raised his hand and slapped the State Preceptor on the face.

The State Preceptor was dumbfounded.

Elder Qin and the Kylin Army Commander were also dumbfounded.

Daring to hit the State Preceptor, is this person not afraid of death?

Yan Wei, on the other hand, secretly chuckled, finding that slap exceptionally satisfying.

"How dare you hit me, the State Preceptor!"

The State Preceptor was infuriated, murder boiling within.

Yan Wei was not the slightest bit panicked, looking directly at the State Preceptor, he transmitted his voice, "If doing this can bring you to your senses, then even if you kill me now, I won't care."

Righteous and loyal.

Implying, I'm doing this for you, if it were someone else, I wouldn't have hit!

If Qin Feiyang heard these words, he'd surely give Yan Wei a thumbs up.

He hit the State Preceptor, and yet turned the situation to show his loyalty; truly a feat of killing two birds with one stone.

The State Preceptor glared angrily at Yan Wei; abruptly, he waved his hand, slapping Yan Wei on the face as well.

Yan Wei stood motionless, blood streaming from the corner of his mouth.

"When we get back, I'll deal with you slowly!"

The State Preceptor snorted through his nose, raising his head to look at Qin Feiyang, the cold light in his eyes hard to dissolve.

In fact.

He was very grateful to Yan Wei in his heart.

If not for Yan Wei's slap to wake him up, he would still be doing something foolish now.

But to be slapped by his own subordinate in public, as the State Preceptor, was hard for him to swallow.

So.

He gave Yan Wei a slap and said that he'd deal with him slowly when they returned.

This way, his dignity wouldn't be too tarnished.

And at this moment!

The speed at which Qin Feiyang was executing the four styles of the Return-to-the-Ruin Art had reached an indescribable level.

"What on earth is he doing?"

Everyone was completely baffled.

Swish!

Suddenly.

A young man in purple descended upon the distant void.

"How is this possible?"

Upon his arrival and seeing Qin Feiyang's abnormal behavior, the young man's face was immediately filled with disbelief.

"Brother Zhuge, what is he doing?"

Amid the crowd, several young men flew to the side of the young man in purple, asking.

These people were all wearing the commanding garb of disciples from the Hall of Martial Gods, exuding an extraordinary aura.

Yet the young man in purple was indifferent, staring intently at Qin Feiyang.

This young man in purple was none other than Zhuge Mingyang!

"Brother Zhuge?"

Seeing Zhuge's silence, the few men looked at him suspiciously.

A flash of anger crossed Zhuge Mingyang's eyes, and he shouted at them, "Get lost!"

The men stiffened, backing away sullenly.

"How can this be!"

"There are countless prodigies in the world, but those who can enter the Void Spirit Realm are few and far between..."

"How could Qin Feiyang, this little bastard, achieve it?"

"Am I dreaming?"

Zhuge Mingyang looked at Qin Feiyang again, murmuring, a stubborn anger in his eyebrows.

Time passed quietly, moment by moment.

At this time, for the State Preceptor, for Zhuge Mingyang, each moment became extremely long.

Hiss!

Zhuge Mingyang clenched his fists and darted to the State Preceptor, transmitting, "Old Ancestor, we must kill him!"

"I've already tried."

"With the ancient fortress protecting him, I can't get close."

The State Preceptor communicated silently.

"Why..."

"I, Zhuge Mingyang, such a prodigy, have not gained a single divine artifact until now."

"What virtue and ability does this little bastard have to possess two divine artifacts?"

"Damned God, why are you so biased!"

Zhuge Mingyang looked at the ancient fortress, heart roaring with fury, hatred driving him to madness.

At this moment!

The fury throughout his body reached an unprecedented level.

Jealousy, hatred, consumed his entire being!

Boom!

Suddenly.

A trace of divine power subtly emanated from between Qin Feiyang's hands.

"Did he succeed?"

Elder Qin muttered, his old face full of excitement.

This divine power did not come from Qin Feiyang himself, but from the four styles of the Return-to-the-Ruin Art he had evolved.

"It really is divine power!"

"Is he becoming a god!"

People were amazed and dubious.

But for all this, Qin Feiyang remained oblivious, his hands moving with lightning speed.

At this moment.

Even those in the same realm as Qin Feiyang couldn't perceive the movement of his hands.

Rumble!

That divine power grew from weak to strong, becoming increasingly terrifying.

The four styles of the Return-to-the-Ruin Art were pushed to their limits by Qin Feiyang!

The heavens and earth started to tremble.

The starry sky.

The dim moonlight and the brilliant starlight turned into ribbons, drowning the sky, converging towards Qin Feiyang.

At this moment.

The sky above the imperial palace was like broad daylight.

Qin Feiyang stood amidst the moonlight and starlight, his skin radiant, his long hair flying, resembling a deity descending to the world, radiating a majestic aura.

Boom!

Approximately several hundred breaths passed.

The divine power unleashed by the four styles of the Return-to-the-Ruin Art had surged to a fearsome level, enveloping all directions.

The invisible force swept across the sky, causing countless to quiver.

Even thousands of miles away, one could feel that terrifying aura!

Suddenly!

Qin Feiyang instinctively raised his arm, making a pointing motion in mid-air.

The first style of the Return-to-the-Ruin Art, Mountain Collapse!

The invisible force roaring around him suddenly transformed into a torrent, crashing towards the three of the State Preceptor.

Divine power reaching the heavens!

"Challenging me?"

The State Preceptor was furious, sweeping his large hand as the pseudo-god power rolled out, shattering the invisible force and rushing towards Qin Feiyang.

The ancient fortress's divine light descended, forming a barrier.

The pseudo-god power collided with the barrier without causing a single ripple, disappearing instantly.

And the collapse of the first style did not inflict any injury on Qin Feiyang, clearly the ancient fortress was helping him neutralize the backlash of the combat style collapse.

Immediately following.

Qin Feiyang instinctively pointed into mid-air again.

The second style of the Return-to-the-Ruin Art!

Equally containing an extremely terrifying divine power.

"Don't push me too far!"

Seeing Qin Feiyang provoke again and again, the State Preceptor's anger surged, the pseudo-god power roaring through the sky.

But the outcome was the same as before.

"He doesn't even know what he's doing now, just acting instinctively, why bother getting angry?"

Elder Qin mocked.

No sooner were these words spoken.

The third style of the Return-to-the-Ruin Art emerged, Space Breaking!

Divine power, more frightening than the first and second style.

And the target was still the State Preceptor.

The State Preceptor was beside himself with anger, but helpless, he could only retreat violently with Zhuge Mingyang and Yan Wei.