Immortal God of War

Whoosh!

Wang Yuo directly entered Red Maple Ridge and stopped at a halfway point up the mountain.

There was a cave here!

The cave was pitch black inside.

"Little bitch, I’m back again."

Wang Yuo laughed loudly and stepped into the cave.

"Beast, don’t come near me, get away!"

The next instant.

A roar full of fear echoed out from the cave.

Swish!

Qin Feiyang and his companion exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with murderous intent, and they also dashed into the cave.

Immediately!

A horrifying scene unfolded before their eyes.

The cave was only about a dozen feet in size.

In the center of the cave, a thick layer of red maple leaves was spread out, and a woman was lying on top of it.

The woman was about 1.75 meters tall, very beautiful, with a good figure, but her face was filled with terror at this moment.

Not only that.

She was tightly bound by a thumb-thick iron chain, unable to move.

Most shockingly, the woman wore not a single piece of clothing, completely exposed.

Moreover.

There were bloody marks all over her tender skin, as if she had been whipped, a sight that stirred the soul!

"This is too much!"

Luk Zheng clenched his hands tightly, eyes surging with murder.

This woman was Wang Jin!

The scarred body, the look of utter despair and horror, made it easy to imagine how much pain and torment she had endured over the past half month!

She was just a weak woman.

Without the strength to truss a chicken.

How could this little bastard lay his hands on her?

"Get away?"

However.

At this moment, Wang Yuo showed no sympathy for Wang Jin, instead wearing a mocking smile and saying: "I asked you to be with me before, and you would rather die than agree, and now you blame me? No, you brought this on yourself."

"You’re just a beast, a bastard, we were all blind, didn’t see your true face!"

Wang Jin screamed, her face pale as death.

"Haha..."

Wang Yuo laughed repeatedly, bent down to pinch Wang Jin’s chin, lifted her forcefully, and said disdainfully: "Do you know? A woman like you is just a toy for my amusement and pleasure in my eyes."

"Spit!"

Wang Jin spat a mouthful of saliva onto his face.

Wang Yuo’s face immediately became ferocious, and he slapped Wang Jin across the face, sneering: "I’m already tired of playing with your body, and later I’ll send you to hell. Don’t worry, because soon enough, your brother, your mother, they’ll join you."

Wang Jin’s face changed, and she shouted: "If you dare to hurt them, even as a ghost, I won’t let you go!"

"Haha..."

"You’re too naive. Would I give you the chance to become a ghost?"

"Oh, by the way, there’s something I haven’t told you. Actually, it was I who killed your father, and I chopped him into pieces."

"Do you know how painful he was at the time?"

Wang Yuo grinned viciously.

"What?"

Wang Jin felt as if hit by a thunderbolt from a clear sky, trembling in body and mind, muttering: "Why? Why be so cruel? What did he do wrong?"

"I noticed you a long time ago."

"I lowered myself, personally went to see him."

"But guess what he said? He said, you’re still young, not considering these things for now. Of course, I was displeased."

"If I’m not happy, I won’t let you be happy either, right?"

"So I killed him when he went out hunting."

Wang Yuo chuckled, such an insane act, yet in his eyes it seemed like a most ordinary affair.

"You’ll suffer retribution."

Wang Jin was no longer afraid, her eyes filled with dead stillness.

"Retribution?"

"It seems you haven’t figured out the situation. I’m an Immortal in your eyes, retribution doesn’t exist for me."

Wang Yuo laughed contemptuously.

"Immortal!"

Wang Jin’s gaze quivered.

Wang Yuo said proudly: "How does it feel? Does it feel particularly helpless?"

"Even if you are an Immortal, I believe someone will come to kill you, this Demon, sooner or later!"

Wang Jin gritted her teeth, her tone filled with deep resentment.

"Kill me?"

"Who has that ability?"

Wang Yuo said disdainfully.

"I do!"

A cold voice suddenly rang out.

"Who?"

Wang Yuo was startled, quickly scanning the surroundings.

Wang Jin also looked around the void, her eyes full of doubt.

"For selfish desires, harming women and children, utterly inhuman, such a person, even chopped to pieces, can’t lessen our hatred!"

As the voice finished speaking.

Qin Feiyang and Luk Zheng appeared in front of them both, full of killing intent.

"How can it be you?"

Wang Yuo’s face changed dramatically.

Qin Feiyang sneered: "You and your father should have guessed that we are also cultivators, right?"

"Death to you!"

Killing intent flashed in Wang Yuo’s eyes, and he struck at Qin Feiyang with his palm.

"With you?"

Qin Feiyang sneered, slightly released his aura, and Wang Yuo was blasted away, slamming into the rock wall, blood spurting on the spot.

"So strong!"

Wang Yuo’s pupils shrank, quickly executing a mysterious step to flee the cave.

"Today, even if you ascend to heaven or dive into the earth, you can’t escape!"

Qin Feiyang took a step in pursuit.

Luk Zheng glanced coldly at Wang Yuo’s retreating figure, drew a dagger from the Qiankun Bag, cut the chains off Wang Jin, then turned around, took out a garment, and handed it to Wang Jin, saying: "Put it on quickly."

Wang Jin glanced at Luk Zheng, accepted the clothing, hurriedly put it on, then looked a bit nervously at Luk Zheng and asked: "Who are you?"

Luk Zheng turned and looked at her with a smile: "Don’t be nervous, we’re your brother’s friends, came especially at his request to find you."

"Xiao Jie’s friends?"

Wang Jin was in a daze.

How come she didn’t know her younger brother had these two friends?

And they don’t look like ordinary people.

Suddenly!

Her expression changed, and she exclaimed, "Oh no, Wang Yuo is an Immortal, quickly tell your friend not to chase him."

"An Immortal?"

Luk Zheng said disdainfully, "If Wang Yuo is an Immortal, then my little cousin is a Heavenly God."

"Heavenly God!"

Wang Jin was stunned, her face full of awe.

"You actually believed that?"

Luk Zheng was somewhat helpless, saying, "Come out with me!"

After saying that, he walked out in large strides.

Wang Jin hurried to catch up. When they exited the cave, they saw Qin Feiyang blocking Wang Yuo’s way. Both stood high in the air.

Immediately.

She was dumbfounded.

They could actually stand in the air without any support?

Qin Feiyang looked at Wang Yuo coldly, and said, "Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. Let me see how strong you, this so-called Immortal, really are?"

If anyone else in the village had said this, he wouldn’t have felt anything, but coming from Qin Feiyang, it felt especially ironic.

Because he knew, there were no real Immortals in this world.

Qin Feiyang urged, "Hurry up, weren’t you quite arrogant just now? Why don’t you even have the guts to make a move now?"

"Don’t be so arrogant!"

Wang Yuo roared in anger.

Boom!

With a wave of his hands, a gigantic hand emerged, exuding an apocalyptic aura, making the entire mountain range tremble.

This was his battle technique!

And a perfect battle technique at that!

Roar!

Immediately following.

A giant beast soared from behind him.

This was his Battle Soul!

He used all his trump cards in one move, showing how uneasy he felt at the moment.

"Kill!"

With his roar, the giant beast and the giant hand shook violently in the air, unleashing earth-shattering power, attacking Qin Feiyang.

"Is this all you’ve got?"

Qin Feiyang smiled coldly, the Saint Prestige of a Nine-Star War Saint rolled out, causing the giant beast and giant hand to crumble instantly.

Pfft!

Wang Yuo spat out blood wildly in rage again!

"Is that all the power you have as an Immortal?"

Qin Feiyang looked at him contemptuously.

Luk Zheng, without turning his head, said to Wang Jin, "See that? He’s no Immortal at all because he’s bleeding too. His blood is no different from yours, so he’s just an ordinary person like you, just skilled in cultivation."

Wang Jin glanced at the blood Wang Yuo spat, then at her own blood stains, seemingly noticing no difference.

"Remember."

"There’s no such thing as Immortals in this world."

"And so-called Immortals are just a lie by the Crane Immortal."

Luk Zheng said blandly.

Wang Jin nodded in semi-understanding.

Looking at Wang Yuo!

At this moment, his face was ashen.

No way did he expect the opponent to be so strong, dissolving his Battle Soul and battle technique with just one wave of Saint Prestige.

"Who exactly are you? Why do you meddle?"

He roared, his face full of fear and anger.

Qin Feiyang said, "In this Great Qin Empire, there are really few who don’t know me."

Luk Zheng’s face twitched, truly a narcissistic fellow.

"Are you that famous?"

Wang Yuo asked in shock.

"Fame isn’t important, what’s important is anger."

"Right now, I’m really angry and need to vent!"

Qin Feiyang gave a cold smile, stepping right in front of Wang Yuo.

"What are you going to do?"

Wang Yuo retreated in panic, saying, "I’m telling you, if you dare lay a finger on me, my father won’t let you go!"

"Don’t count on him, because soon enough, he won’t be able to protect himself either."

With that!

Qin Feiyang launched a furious punch at Wang Yuo’s abdomen.

With a crack, Wang Yuo’s Qi Sea shattered on the spot, the excruciating pain twisted his face, causing him to shriek miserably.

"Does it hurt?"

Qin Feiyang grabbed his neck, asking.

Wang Yuo kept nodding, his face full of pleading.

"Since you know pain, why did you treat her like that? Didn’t she know pain?"

Qin Feiyang pointed at Wang Jin, roaring like an enraged lion, landing another punch on Wang Yuo’s mouth.

"Ah..."

Wang Yuo screamed in agony, his teeth shattered into dust, spraying blood.

"I used to think I was quite cold-blooded, but compared to you, I’m too kind."

"Because I never bully women, let alone a woman with no cultivation whatsoever!"

"I would never descend to sullying a woman’s purity either!"

"You are simply unworthy to be called a person!"

Qin Feiyang roared, taking out Blue Snow, and slashing toward Wang Yuo’s lower body, instantly castrating him, blood gushing out!

"Ah..."

Wang Yuo roared to the sky, screaming miserably like a slaughtered pig.

Qin Feiyang said, "Tell me, do you regret it now?"

Wang Yuo nodded continuously, cold sweat streaming down from the pain.

"It’s a pity, there’s no medicine for regret in this world."

Qin Feiyang chuckled, turning to Luk Zheng, saying, "Take her and return to the village."

"Alright."

Luk Zheng waved his hand, lifting Wang Jin, and flew towards the village with Qin Feiyang.

As for Wang Yuo.

Qin Feiyang didn’t kill him, holding him like a chick in his hand.

Because such scum weren’t worthy of his effort.

He wanted that old villain, the Village Chief, to personally escort Wang Yuo to his death!