Immortal God of War-Chapter 686 - 653: Fight to the Summit (3)_1

"Huh?" Qin Feiyang suddenly looked up, turning to Mo Wushen and the other two.

Mo Wushen chuckled. "Qin Feiyang, if you kneel and beg me now, I’ll spare you and let you reach the other shore."

Qin Feiyang laughed incredulously. "You? In no position to make me kneel?"

He couldn’t bring himself to do such a demeaning thing. Besides, even if he did kneel, Mo Wushen wouldn’t let him go.

"Stubbornly obtuse!" Mo Wushen shook his head. With a CLANG, a blood-red blade appeared overhead, radiating a terrifying sharpness.

Simultaneously, the gold-haired youth and his companion also raised their arms. Battle Intent surged from their fingertips as a menacing aura filled the air.

Qin Feiyang looked at the two of them, frowned, and asked, "I have no grievance with either of you. Why help Mo Wushen deal with me?"

"Correct," one of them said.

"We indeed hold no grudge against you, but we’ve always enjoyed crushing budding geniuses."

"We hear you, Qin Feiyang, not only possess extraordinary cultivation talent but also unmatched talent in Alchemy. Therefore, killing you with our own hands will undoubtedly be an exhilarating experience," the other added, and they both laughed.

"Aren’t you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?" Qin Feiyang’s gaze turned cold.

These two weren’t just vain; they were also incredibly arrogant.

"You?" one of them scoffed.

"You’re nothing more than a fish on the chopping block, at our mercy. Understand?" The two of them chuckled, their expressions full of contempt.

"What about your companions?" Qin Feiyang pointed towards Yan Tianfeng and the others.

If Mo Wushen and his two allies were to act now, these people would undoubtedly suffer as well.

But as soon as he asked, Qin Feiyang gave a self-deprecating smile.

Back in the Spirit Cloud Mountain Range, Yan Tianfeng and Pan Wuyan had ganged up on Mo Wushen to kill him. Mo Wushen had clearly held a grudge ever since. Why would he care if Yan Tianfeng lived or died?

Even if he himself hadn’t been here today, Mo Wushen still wouldn’t have let Yan Tianfeng reach the other shore.

As for the gold-haired youth and his companion, though he didn’t know them well, their earlier conversation made it clear they were both self-serving.

Simply put, in their eyes, only they mattered. Everyone else was just a pawn, cannon fodder.

As expected, upon hearing Qin Feiyang’s words, all three smirked, clearly mocking him.

"You three are truly ruthless!" Qin Feiyang shook his head.

"Alas!" The gold-haired youth sighed, a hint of feigned regret in his tone. "Don’t you understand? To achieve great things, one must be ruthless."

"Someone as naive and immature as you, no matter how talented, will never amount to much."

Qin Feiyang scanned the three of them, his eyes filled with disgust.

Truthfully, he was being so talkative only to stall for time.

Indeed, just as Mo Wushen and his cohorts had said, he couldn’t fight effectively on the small boat.

Of course, if it were only Mo Wushen, he wouldn’t be concerned.

Even though Mo Wushen was now a Two-star War Ancestor, he could still easily kill him with his various methods.

But the auras emanating from the gold-haired and green-haired youths were comparable to Lu Xingchen’s, indicating they were both Three-star War Ancestors.

Two Three-star War Ancestors, plus Mo Wushen, would be a tough fight.

But the most critical factor was Ren Wushuang.

He could afford to ignore Lu Xingchen and Dong Zhengyang, and even the fate of Ling Yu, Zhao Yu, and their two companions, but he couldn’t ignore Ren Wushuang.

Ren Wushuang was still unconscious. If a fight broke out, she would undoubtedly be caught in the crossfire.

Glancing at Ren Wushuang, Qin Feiyang wanted to stall longer, but the trio gave him no more chances.

More accurately, they had seen through his intentions. After all, none of them were fools.

BOOM! The three powerful War Techniques came crashing down.

The area instantly churned with violent waves. The small boat carrying Qin Feiyang and the others rocked dangerously in the blood-red waves, threatening to be engulfed at any moment.

What should I do? Qin Feiyang’s eyes flickered.

Suddenly, he clenched his teeth, activated the War Technique, and swept his hand through the air. A roaring invisible force surged out, hurtling towards the three powerful War Techniques.

BANG! The invisible force and the three imposing War Techniques collided mid-air, unleashing a terrifying wave of destructive energy.

Qin Feiyang’s body trembled, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Though severely injured, the War Technique’s protection allowed him to endure.

However, the blood-red waves on the sea’s surface grew even more violent, surging over ten meters high.

This was precisely what Qin Feiyang had feared. If they fought all out, even if Mo Wushen and his allies didn’t kill them, the blood-red waves would swallow them, plunging them into the Bitter Sea.

But Mo Wushen and the other two didn’t have this concern. No matter how high the blood-red waves rose, they could simply retreat to a higher position on the stone steps.

The sea was now a maelstrom of blood-red waves, crashing towards Qin Feiyang and the others! If he couldn’t devise a plan quickly, not even a Heavenly God descending could save them.

Suddenly, an idea struck Qin Feiyang. But this plan was incredibly risky. One might even say it was a life-or-death gamble!

Yet, at this moment, there seemed to be no other choice but to risk it all!

WHOOSH! Without hesitation, Qin Feiyang leaped up and landed on Ren Wushuang’s boat.

Mo Wushen and the other two were dumbstruck.

Has this guy gone mad? Doesn’t he know he’s courting death by doing this?

The Stele clearly stated that each boat could only carry one person. Any more, and it would immediately sink.

This was immediately proven true. The moment Qin Feiyang landed on the boat, it began to sink rapidly.

Furthermore, Qin Feiyang’s own boat had also turned and drifted away.

In other words, he now had no path of retreat.

Either he found a way to reach the other shore, or he would plunge into the Bitter Sea.

The former was clearly impossible. Mo Wushen and the other two wouldn’t allow him to land. Even if they didn’t stop him, Qin Feiyang couldn’t reach the shore without the ability to fly.

Thus, only the latter option remained: to plunge into the Bitter Sea!

Yet, Qin Feiyang showed no panic. With a wave of his hand, he sent Ren Wushuang into the Ancient Castle.

Then, without hesitation, he jumped onto Dong Zhengyang’s boat and sent Dong Zhengyang into the Ancient Castle as well.

"Foolish!" the gold-haired youth sneered.

Risking one’s own safety to save others—utterly foolish!

"There’s no helping it; he’s just that kind of fool," Mo Wushen said, shaking his head with a laugh.

"But this works out well. We don’t need to lift a finger; he’ll fall into the Bitter Sea on his own," the green-haired youth chuckled.

While the three were talking, in that brief moment, Qin Feiyang rescued Lu Xingchen and then turned his attention to Zhao Yu and her three companions.

Since there’s no retreat, I might as well save them all.

He jumped onto their boats one after another, sending all four into the Ancient Castle.

After saving those four, he paused. The small boat beneath his feet was sinking quickly.

He didn’t try to save Yan Tianfeng and the others; their lives or deaths were of no concern to him.

He looked up at Mo Wushen and the other two.

Mo Wushen chuckled. "Just one step from the other shore. Feeling utterly frustrated now, aren’t you?"

"Yes, very," Qin Feiyang admitted.

Falling into the Bitter Sea was now an unchangeable reality. He had no confidence he could survive and escape.

Perhaps he would become an emotionless Blood Puppet. Or perhaps he’d be trapped and die within the Ancient Castle, never returning to the Imperial Capital, never seeing his mother again.

"Understandable." Mo Wushen laughed heartily, looking down at Qin Feiyang with the air of a victor. "If it were me, I might have gone mad. But something like this will never happen to me."

"In your next life, remember to be more discerning. Don’t provoke those you can’t afford to offend."

"I’ll remember. And I suggest you remember it too." Qin Feiyang’s eyes narrowed slightly, a chilling glint within them, before he vanished into the Ancient Castle.

SPLASH! The small boat sank to the bottom of the sea.

Yan Tianfeng, along with everyone else from Kun Province and Chang Province, were successively swallowed by the blood-red waves, none left behind.

When the sea surface calmed, the gold-haired youth retracted his gaze, turned to Mo Wushen, and asked, "Satisfied now?"

"Satisfied," Mo Wushen chuckled. "Thank you both."

"However..."

"To be frank, by helping me, you were also helping yourselves."

"With Qin Feiyang’s talent, if he had entered the Imperial Capital, he would have undoubtedly become a significant threat to you."

"You think we needed you to tell us that?" one of them retorted.

"If not for that, why would we have targeted him?"

"Did you really think we did it as a favor to you?"

"Naive." The two of them scoffed at Mo Wushen, then looked up at Tan Wu, who was further up the stone steps, a cold glint in their eyes.

"Time to deal with that waste," they muttered, striding towards Tan Wu.

"We’ll see who’s truly naive in the end," Mo Wushen smirked coldly and quickly followed.

「Meanwhile.」

Tan Wu, further above, also looked down at the sea, his eyes filled with regret. "What a pity to die like this!"

If Qin Feiyang hadn’t died, he would have undoubtedly achieved great things. Alas, his life was cut tragically short.

Then, he glanced at Mo Wushen and his two companions, a murderous glint in his eyes, before continuing his ascent up the stone steps.

「Meanwhile.」

The Ancient Castle, now a mere speck of dust, continued its descent to the bottom of the Bitter Sea.

Inside the Ancient Castle, a deathly silence reigned. Fatty, the others, and Qin Feiyang all sat with lowered heads, their expressions grim.

Suddenly, a bewildered murmur broke the silence. "Where is this?"

Qin Feiyang looked up to see Ling Yu observing the Ancient Castle with a puzzled expression.

Lu Xingchen, Dong Zhengyang, Ren Wushuang, and Zhao Yu with her two companions also gradually regained consciousness.

Lu Xingchen glanced around, frowning. "Brother Qin, what happened? Why are we in your Ancient Castle?"

"Ancient Castle?" Ling Yu, Zhao Yu, and their two companions looked astonished.

Qin Feiyang said, "I regret to inform you that we are now trapped in the Bitter Sea."

"What?" Their expressions changed drastically.

Qin Feiyang briefly recounted what had happened.

Ling Yu immediately clenched his fists, gritting his teeth. "Those three damned bastards! I’ll never forgive them!"

"What’s the use of making threats now?" Dong Zhengyang glanced at him impatiently. "The priority is to figure out how to escape the Bitter Sea."

Everyone lowered their heads, brows furrowed in deep thought.

Lu Xingchen glanced at the others, then transmitted his voice to Qin Feiyang, "Brother Qin, I hadn’t even repaid my previous debt to you, and now I owe you another. When will I ever be able to fully repay you?"

A faint smile played on his lips; he didn’t seem overly concerned about their current predicament.

"Then don’t," Qin Feiyang replied.

"How could I do that? I dislike owing favors the most, especially to you, Qin Feiyang," Lu Xingchen said, his words carrying a deeper meaning.