Immortal God of War-Chapter 680 - 647: The Voice Behind _1

Qin Feiyang’s statement was not without foundation.

The Nine States War is held every ten years. To date, the Great Qin Empire has existed for ten thousand years, meaning the Nine States War has been held nearly a thousand times.

It’s easy to imagine how many people have entered the Netherworld and how many have died there during these ten thousand years.

So, there must be Blood Puppets in the Bitter Sea!

Upon hearing such a definitive response from Qin Feiyang, everyone’s hearts sank.

Dongfang Wuheng said, "Junior Brother Qin, perhaps you should take me to the castle!"

For a King of the Inner Hall to say something like this was quite disgraceful.

But he had no choice; he was afraid.

Between life and dignity, he chose life without hesitation.

Murong Xiong gritted his teeth and implored Qin Feiyang, "Senior Brother Qin, help me too."

Ren Wushuang angrily looked at them and said, "You two are the cream of the crop in the younger generation of the Spirit State. How can you be so weak?"

Then, she looked at Qin Feiyang and said in a non-negotiable tone, "I won’t allow you to help them."

Dongfang Wuheng and Murong Xiong immediately lowered their heads in shame.

Qin Feiyang’s gaze flashed, and he said to them, "If you can truly abandon your pride, I can take you to the castle."

"Feiyang!" Ren Wushuang shouted angrily.

Qin Feiyang waved his hand to Ren Wushuang, silently watching Dongfang Wuheng and Murong Xiong.

After a moment’s struggle, they both cupped their hands. "Thank you, Junior Brother Qin."

Obviously, they had chosen to go to the castle.

"You..." Ren Wushuang glared at them in anger, and eventually turned her head to ignore them. Out of sight, out of mind.

"We’re all fellow disciples. If I can help, I will. There’s no need for thanks." Qin Feiyang chuckled and with a wave of his hand, sent the two to the castle.

Afterward, he transmitted his voice to Ren Wushuang, "Sis, you should also go to the castle, so I don’t have to worry."

Ren Wushuang snorted coldly. "Do you think I’m like them? Rather than hiding, you might as well tell me to die."

Qin Feiyang sighed helplessly, looked down at the Wolf King and said, "You go to the castle."

"I won’t." The Wolf King defiantly shook his head.

"You have to!" Qin Feiyang said coldly, and directly sent the Wolf King in.

This was because the Wolf King was too restless and curious about everything, and might turn his head at any moment.

And he felt that the Bitter Sea was even more terrifying than the Stele described.

"How about you all?" Qin Feiyang looked at Lu Xingchen, Dong Zhengyang, and the others.

Lu Xingchen smiled calmly, saying to the Alligator King resting on his shoulder, "You should go hide too."

Ever since entering the Ghost Gate, the Alligator King had shrunk to palm-size and had been resting on his shoulder.

As for its shape-shifting ability, it was of course granted by Lu Xingchen.

After all, Lu Xingchen was one of the few Top Grade Alchemists in the Spirit State, and a Transformation Pill was nothing to him.

Saying this, Lu Xingchen waved his hand, and the Alligator King vanished into thin air. He then walked straight towards a small boat.

"Huh!"

"Where’s the Alligator King?"

Watching this scene, Ren Wushuang and the others were puzzled.

Among those present, only Qin Feiyang knew what was happening, but he was also amazed.

Back in the valley, Lu Xingchen had admitted to also having a spatial artifact.

However, as the saying goes, seeing is believing.

So, at that time, Qin Feiyang did not completely believe him.

Now, the Alligator King’s sudden disappearance was undoubtedly the best proof.

Moreover, this proved that Lu Xingchen had decided not to hide his power any longer.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have sent the Alligator King to the spatial artifact in front of everyone.

Indeed, looking at the boundless Sea of Blood, Lu Xingchen smiled and said, "In this world, Qin Feiyang isn’t the only one who possesses a spatial artifact."

"Mm?" Ren Wushuang and the others’ gazes focused on him.

At this moment, to them, Lu Xingchen seemed as vast and mysterious as this Sea of Blood.

In the end, Dong Zhengyang, Shen Long, and Jian Wei didn’t say a word. They each chose a small boat, expressing their determination through their actions.

Qin Feiyang glanced at them and again transmitted his voice to Ren Wushuang, "Sis, are you sure you won’t go in?"

"If you insist on helping them, then don’t call me Sis anymore."

"Hmph!" Ren Wushuang snorted, turned, and walked toward one of the small boats, leaving Qin Feiyang with only the sight of her back.

Qin Feiyang smiled bitterly and quickly followed her.

Soon, he arrived at a small boat. Reaching out, he knocked on its hull, frowning immediately.

The small boat was made of some unknown wood.

Its texture was hard. But no matter how hard, it was still just wood. Could it withstand the impact of the waves?

The surface of the sea was currently wracked by strong winds, with huge waves rolling.

Seeming to notice Qin Feiyang’s worry, Lu Xingchen smiled faintly. "Since we’re here, let’s just go with it. Let’s set off!"

Qin Feiyang nodded.

SWOOSH!!!

The six of them jumped onto the small boats simultaneously.

Just as they jumped onto the boats, an astonishing scene took place.

The storm on the sea’s surface vanished completely.

At this moment, the sea was devoid of waves, as calm as a pool of stagnant water!

"How did this happen?" The group was baffled.

Lu Xingchen said, "The storm and the huge waves we saw earlier were probably illusions, meant to intimidate us."

Qin Feiyang pondered for a moment and agreed with Lu Xingchen.

On one side, towering waves; on the other, a fragile small boat. Who would dare to steer such a boat into the Bitter Sea? After all, when facing such a situation, the first thing one would usually think is that such a small boat couldn’t possibly navigate such massive waves. Once it set sail, it would surely be instantly capsized by the huge waves.

In other words, this was a test of everyone’s courage and guts.

Lu Xingchen shook his head and laughed, "There are tests for us everywhere. I have to admit, this place is truly magical."

"Magical?" Dong Zhengyang and the others looked at Lu Xingchen, rolling their eyes incredulously.

Would this be considered magical? This is clearly an eerie and unpredictable perilous land, where one is constantly vulnerable.

Suddenly, Ren Wushuang asked, "Do you guys know how to control these small boats?"

"Hmm?" Dong Zhengyang and the others were taken aback.

They only realized then that the small boats not only lacked sails but also had no paddles.

What should they do now?

For a moment, they were all at a loss.

Lu Xingchen stared at the small boat for a while. Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and he laughed, "I know how to control it."

Everyone looked towards Lu Xingchen, including Qin Feiyang.

"Although these small boats are made of wood, this wood is as strong as divine iron," Lu Xingchen said. "From my observation, each of these small boats could be considered a sacred weapon. As long as we channel our Battle Intent into it, we can control the boat. And the speed at which the boat travels is determined by the amount of Battle Intent we channel into it. In short, the more Battle Intent you channel in, the faster it goes."

The others suddenly understood.

Shen Long asked, "What is a sacred weapon?"

Dong Zhengyang, Jian Wei, and Ren Wushuang also looked at Lu Xingchen with puzzled expressions.

However, Qin Feiyang looked at Lu Xingchen with an expression full of disbelief.

Lu Xingchen laughed and said, "Brother Qin surely knows what a sacred weapon is. If you want to know, you can ask him."

The four of them turned their puzzled gazes towards Qin Feiyang.

"Let’s talk about it later." Qin Feiyang gave a faint smile. A strand of crimson Sword Qi emerged and flowed into the boat’s hull.

WHOOSH!

The small boat slowly began to move forward, sending ripples across the water’s surface.

"It really works?" Qin Feiyang was somewhat surprised and couldn’t help but glance at Lu Xingchen again. He then shouted, "Remember, never look back! Let’s go!"

Right then, Lu Xingchen and the other four mobilized the Battle Intent in their Qi Seas, maneuvering their small boats to follow Qin Feiyang towards the depths of the Sea of Blood.

All along, the six boats traveled side by side.

They maintained the same speed.

In this way, if something unforeseen happened to someone, the others could think of a way to rescue them in time.

Although they couldn’t look back while in the Bitter Sea, they could still turn their heads to look left or right.

Soon, the six boats entered the deep sea. The journey was surprisingly calm.

Their anxiety also slowly eased.

Qin Feiyang glanced at Ren Wushuang and the others, then secretly transmitted his voice to Lu Xingchen, "How do you know about sacred weapons? Don’t tell me you read about them in ancient texts; I don’t believe such nonsense."

Lu Xingchen chuckled secretly. "Sacred weapons are hardly a secret in the Imperial Capital. Is it so strange that I know about them?"

"What do you mean?" Qin Feiyang was surprised. "Are you from the Imperial Capital too?"

After a moment of silence, Lu Xingchen smiled faintly and said, "Kind of."

"Kind of?" Qin Feiyang raised an eyebrow. Yes is yes, no is no. What does ’kind of’ mean? This is too ambiguous.

Suddenly, Ren Wushuang’s voice sounded from behind. "Feiyang, my boat has a problem! Wait for me!"

"Hmm?" Qin Feiyang was startled and instinctively began to turn his head. But then he remembered he couldn’t look back and quickly faced forward again.

What’s going on?

He looked puzzled, turning to look on his left.

Because Ren Wushuang’s boat was on his left, right next to him.

However, when he looked, he saw that Ren Wushuang’s boat had no issues and was still sailing alongside theirs.

Moreover, Ren Wushuang was currently looking ahead, concentrating on steering her boat.

But then, who was it that called out from behind just now?

Sensing Qin Feiyang’s gaze, Ren Wushuang turned her head towards him, puzzled. "Why are you looking at me?"

Qin Feiyang transmitted his voice, "Did you call me just now?"

"Call you?" Ren Wushuang rolled her eyes at him. "I haven’t said a word this whole time. When would I have called you? Are you crazy?" She then turned her head forward, ignoring Qin Feiyang.

She’s still angry!

She didn’t call out? Qin Feiyang’s brow furrowed deeply.

However, Ren Wushuang, who had just turned her head forward, suddenly shuddered. Her head slowly began to turn backward.

Seeing this, Qin Feiyang’s expression changed, and he shouted, "What are you doing? Turn back, quickly!"

Immediately, Ren Wushuang gave a start and quickly turned her head forward again, her eyes filled with shock and confusion.

At the same time, Qin Feiyang’s shout also startled Lu Xingchen and the others.

"What’s wrong?"

"Wushuang, are you trying to get yourself killed?"

They all looked at her, shocked and angry.

Ren Wushuang looked at the others, growing more agitated as she spoke. "Just now, I heard my father’s voice.

"He said he was behind us and asked me to wait for him.

"He’s not dead... He’s still alive..."

"What?"

"Uncle Ren isn’t dead?"

Lu Xingchen and the others were astonished.