Immortal God of War

Qin Feiyang furrowed his brow and said, "Come over here, I have something to ask you."

Although this guy was very powerful, he was naturally arrogant and difficult to truly tame in a short time.

Thunder Leopard reluctantly flew in front of Qin Feiyang.

Qin Feiyang asked, "Just now when the State Preceptor used the Blood Soul Art to control you, why did the State Preceptor end up coughing blood instead?"

"I don’t know."

Thunder Leopard shook his head.

Qin Feiyang said, "Then were you controlled by him in any way?"

"No."

Thunder Leopard shook his head again.

"Not at all?"

Qin Feiyang was surprised.

The State Preceptor is a Pseudo God, and Thunder Leopard is a Nine-Star War Emperor—how could the Blood Soul Art possibly fail?

"Then when the State Preceptor tried to control you, was there anything unusual happening inside you?"

Qin Feiyang asked.

"Unusual?"

Thunder Leopard was slightly stunned and lowered his head to carefully recall.

After a moment.

He looked up at Qin Feiyang and said, "When being controlled by the Blood Soul Art, it seemed like there was a reaction in the Sea of Consciousness, but due to the extreme pain at the time, I didn’t pay much attention."

"Sea of Consciousness?"

Qin Feiyang furrowed his brow.

Could there be something inside Thunder Leopard’s Sea of Consciousness protecting him?

He looked up at Thunder Leopard’s head and said, "Can you let me take a look?"

"How?"

"Split open this emperor’s head?"

Thunder Leopard immediately retreated, watching Qin Feiyang vigilantly.

Qin Feiyang rolled his eyes.

Thunder Leopard said, "I can responsibly tell you, there is nothing in my Sea of Consciousness except for your Enslavement Mark."

"Enslavement Mark!"

Qin Feiyang’s eyes lit up.

Could it be because of the Enslavement Mark?

At this thought.

Qin Feiyang looked up at Thunder Leopard and smiled, "Go and help everyone, but remember to keep the middle-aged man alive."

"Keep him alive..."

Thunder Leopard murmured, looking at the middle-aged man.

With the death of the white-haired Old Man, there were now only ten descendants of the State Preceptor left.

On Qin Feiyang’s side, including Thunder Leopard, there were a total of eighteen Nine-Star War Emperors.

In terms of both quantity and quality, they held an absolute advantage.

"Keep him alive..."

"Heh heh..."

"This emperor insists on killing him!"

Thunder Leopard glared at the middle-aged man with a sinister smile, and then, carrying terrifying deadly energy, charged at the middle-aged man.

...

"Greetings, young master."

After Thunder Leopard left, Wang Yishan respectfully saluted Qin Feiyang.

"No need for formalities."

"This time, I really must thank you. If it weren’t for your hint, we might have been completely wiped out."

Qin Feiyang turned to him and smiled.

"It’s what I should do."

Wang Yishan said.

Qin Feiyang chuckled and said, "You can rest assured, I will rescue everyone."

Wang Yishan nodded.

Qin Feiyang asked, "Who controlled you this time?"

"The State Preceptor himself."

Wang Yishan said.

"That’s good!"

Qin Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief.

"That’s good?"

Wang Yishan was puzzled.

Being controlled by the State Preceptor means you have to kill him to regain freedom.

And the State Preceptor is so powerful, who can possibly kill him?

"Originally I was worried that you were controlled by the State Preceptor because it would be too difficult to kill him, but now I’m not worried at all because I’ve found a way to break the Blood Soul Art."

Qin Feiyang said.

"What way?"

Wang Yishan was astonished.

"You saw Thunder Leopard’s situation earlier. I think it must be the Enslavement Mark that shielded him from the control of the Blood Soul Art."

Qin Feiyang said.

"Can the Enslavement Mark do that?"

Wang Yishan was incredulous.

"There’s only one way to find out."

Qin Feiyang placed his hands together in front of his chest, quickly forming an Enslavement Mark.

If the Enslavement Mark can truly work, then it must be able to break the Blood Soul Art inside Wang Yishan now.

Wang Yishan looked forward with anticipation.

But suddenly!

It seemed he had thought of something and quickly grabbed Qin Feiyang’s hand, saying, "Wait!"

"What’s wrong?"

Qin Feiyang looked at him in confusion.

"If the Enslavement Mark really can break the Blood Soul Art, then the State Preceptor will immediately sense it."

"This person is ruthless. If he senses someone breaking the Blood Soul Art, he might destroy other people’s Bloodline Power without hesitation."

Wang Yishan said solemnly.

Qin Feiyang furrowed his brow.

Indeed, he hadn’t considered that.

"Young master, in my view, don’t rush to break the Blood Soul Art for me yet. Wait until everyone else is rescued."

"After all, the Blood Soul Art doesn’t compare to your Enslavement Mark; it can’t see into my thoughts."

"And now the State Preceptor is in the Imperial Palace, as long as he doesn’t get the chance to pass information to his descendants, he will never know what happened here."

Wang Yishan said.

"Makes sense."

Qin Feiyang nodded.

Buzz!

At that moment, Qin Feiyang’s Image Crystal Stone sounded.

He took it out immediately.

A shadow quickly appeared.

It was Luk Zheng!

Luk Zheng said, "The State Preceptor has returned to the Imperial Palace and is playing chess with Second Valley Master—you should act now and make sure to rescue Aunt no matter what."

Qin Feiyang said, "I’ve already made my move."

"So quickly?"

Luk Zheng was surprised.

"It’s a long story."

"Just remember to keep the State Preceptor busy, and don’t let him out of your sight until you receive my message."

Qin Feiyang said.

"No problem."

Luk Zheng nodded, and the phantom dissipated.

Qin Feiyang put away the Image Crystal Stone, looked at Wang Yishan, and asked, "Do you know where their lair is?"

"I don’t know."

"After being captured by the State Preceptor, I’ve been here, while the others were sent away through a portal."

Wang Yishan shook his head.

Qin Feiyang frowned and said, "Since you’re no longer bound by the Blood Soul Art, you should help too!"

"Alright!"

Wang Yishan glanced at the battlefield and transformed into a streak of light, heading towards a white-haired old woman.

The middle-aged man’s group was held back by Wang Yangfeng and others.

Boom!

Crack!

The sound of battle echoed in the heavens and the earth, the fight was intense, the island was destroyed, and giant waves surged!

Qin Feiyang scanned the scene, and a "kill" character appeared at his brows, transforming into blood light, diving into the sea.

This time.

He not only wanted to rescue his mother and villagers but also wanted to kill all of the State Preceptor’s descendants!

...

Meanwhile!

The Imperial Palace.

Inside the Imperial Garden!

A white-haired elder in burlap sat in a pavilion, a wooden cane by his side.

Indeed.

The elder is Second Grandfather!

The State Preceptor sat opposite Second Grandfather.

Luk Zheng stood behind Second Grandfather.

The current emperor sat prominently between Second Grandfather and the State Preceptor.

A jade table forged from gemstone was placed in the center, a chessboard on top.

Second Grandfather held the white pieces, the State Preceptor the black.

Neither spoke.

Their expressions were calmly serene.

But each move carried a remarkable killing aura.

The chessboard seemed like a battlefield, the black and white pieces soldiers clashing fiercely.

Luk Zheng and the emperor silently watched.

At the entrance of the Imperial Garden.

The Kylin Army’s commander arrived in stride.

"Greetings, Commander."

The four Kylin soldiers at the door bowed in salute.

"Mm."

The Kylin Army commander nodded, glanced at the four inside the pavilion, and asked quietly, "What are they doing?"

"Playing chess."

One of the Kylin soldiers replied.

"Chess?"

The Kylin Army commander frowned.

Came all this way, just to play chess with the State Preceptor? What’s this old man up to?

He stepped into the Imperial Garden, his footsteps silent.

Soon.

He entered the pavilion, bowed respectfully to the emperor.

The emperor glanced up at him, said nothing, and continued observing the chessboard.

The Kylin Army commander stationed himself behind the emperor, respectfully stood, then surveyed the board, his pupils contracted.

The game brimmed with lethal moments!

It’s more a Pseudo God game than chess—an invisible clash!

...

Sea of Reincarnation!

Blood spilled, dyeing the vast sky.

The terrifying killing aura covered this ocean realm!

Splash!

Uncertain how much time elapsed, the surface exploded, a blood-red figure soared skyward!

A blood-clad youth!

His blood-red hair wavered wildly, his blood-red eyes cast blood light, like a god of death emerging, killing aura reaching the heavens!

Indeed!

He is Qin Feiyang!

But now, the Heart Demon controls this flesh.

"Hehehe..."

The Heart Demon sneered ferociously, looked up at Wang Yangfeng and others, licked his lips, eyes showing a bloodthirsty glow.

At this moment!

The State Preceptor’s descendants remain, only five.

Two old women, two elders, and the middle-aged man.

While Wang Yangfeng and his group, though injured variously, suffered no losses.

All were mercilessly attacking the two old men and women.

These thousands of years, under the State Preceptor, Senior Valley Master, and Second Valley Master, they endured untold agony.

Their hearts have accumulated millennia of rage!

Thus.

They must vent!

Against such fury, the old people were severely wounded, utterly defeated.

"Hm?"

However.

Upon seeing the middle-aged man, the Heart Demon’s blood eyes showed surprise.

The middle-aged man’s opponent was Thunder Leopard!

Thunder Leopard’s might was undeniable.

Yet, Thunder Leopard now retreated under the middle-aged man’s blows, severely wounded, a fatal back wound, bone-deep!

Conversely, though injured, the middle-aged man showed no weakness.

"Interesting..."

The Heart Demon murmured.

Apparently, he underestimated this State Preceptor descendant.

"Ah..."

Soon!

Accompanied by screams, the old couples perished under Wang Yangfeng’s group, buried at sea.

Swoosh!!!

Without pause, the group charged the middle-aged man.

Each was brimming with killing intent!

The middle-aged man’s gaze sank slightly, struck Thunder Leopard with a palm, immediately forming seals with both hands.

Boom!

The next instant.

A crescent-shaped black mark formed.

With a wave, the mark rose, growing larger, finally transforming into a black moon, releasing astonishing divine might!

"Divine Art?"

The Heart Demon started, realizing.

No wonder even Thunder Leopard was inferior to this opponent who wields Divine Art.