Immortal God of War-Chapter 689 - 656: Fight to the Summit (6)_1

"Qin Feiyang did indeed kill my companions," Tan Wu said expressionlessly. "But he also truly spared my life. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be standing here, let alone be the first one to ascend to the Other Shore. One must be clear about gratitude and grudges."

Mo Wushen’s gaze grew dark. "It seems no matter what I say, you won’t listen. You’re determined to stop me."

Tan Wu nodded. "That’s right."

"Since that’s the case, I’ll have to offend you!" Mo Wushen shouted, "Killing Intent, activate!" His entire body immediately surged with a bloody aura, and the area was instantaneously enveloped in a terrifying killing intent.

CLANG! He waved his hand, and a blade of blood materialized, filling the sky and emanating a staggering sharpness! This was his strongest Combat Art!

Simultaneously, a blood-red light burst from behind him. Within this light was a small, blood-colored sword, only about a thumb’s length, but it emanated an edge even more terrifying than the blood blade! This was his Battle Soul!

The immediate use of his strongest Combat Art and the activation of his Battle Soul showed just how desperate he was.

"Those who block my way die!" he roared to the heavens. The blood blade and the tiny blood-red sword immediately shot towards Tan Wu!

However, Tan Wu remained motionless, his face devoid of any tension.

"I admit, you are very strong," Tan Wu said. "But you’re unfortunate to have encountered me, because in the same realm, I am invincible. Even a Three Star War Ancestor might not necessarily be my match." As he spoke, Tan Wu’s body shook, and an ancient, palm-sized mountain peak shot into the sky, hovering high above and emitting a mysterious aura.

Immediately after, the ancient peak spewed out strands of invisible energy, which rushed in all directions. When this energy enveloped the blood blade and the small blood-red sword, their speed abruptly slowed by half!

Mo Wushen’s gaze faltered. "How can this be?"

"This is the Innate Divine Ability of my Battle Soul: Gravity Field," Tan Wu explained, striding towards the small blood-red sword and the blood blade, seemingly ignoring them. "No matter what it is, as long as it’s within this field, its speed will be suppressed by half."

When he drew near, he sidestepped slightly, and both the blood blade and the small blood-red sword brushed past him, causing no harm.

Simultaneously, the Gravity Field expanded towards Mo Wushen, who immediately felt a terrifying gravitational pressure. He tried to take a step; his speed was indeed suppressed by half!

Mo Wushen, who originally had some confidence, panicked upon seeing the terrifying Gravity Field. "Tan Wu, I beg you, alright? Just let me pass, and I promise to repay you doubly in the future."

Tan Wu shook his head, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Do you think I’m a child? So easily deceived?"

Having spent so much time with Mo Wushen on the Bitter Sea, he knew his character all too well: Mo Wushen wasn’t just a selfish scoundrel but also a vindictive person. If Tan Wu truly let him go now, there was no telling how Mo Wushen might retaliate in the future.

"I swear, I won’t come looking for trouble! Please, believe me, alright?" Mo Wushen pleaded. He could already sense Qin Feiyang’s aura, meaning he wasn’t far from the peak. Any further delay, and it would all be over.

Tan Wu said nonchalantly, "If you want to leave, it’s simple: defeat me."

Mo Wushen was furious. "You damn bastard! Do you really take me, Mo Wushen, for a pushover? You want to die? I’ll oblige you!"

CLANG! The small blood-red sword and blood blade spun in the air, striking towards Tan Wu’s back. Mo Wushen, meanwhile, activated an auxiliary Combat Art, and charged crazily at Tan Wu from the front, carrying a devastating killing intent.

At this moment, Mo Wushen was pulling out all the stops. Tan Wu, however, had no intention of clashing head-on; he only intended to stall Mo Wushen and prevent his escape.

Below, Qin Feiyang and the others also sensed the fluctuations from the battle between Tan Wu and Mo Wushen.

Lu Xingchen wondered aloud, "Why did those two start fighting?"

Qin Feiyang shook his head. "I don’t know."

A moment passed. The blond-haired young man and his companion finally reached the peak. As soon as they saw the nine altars, joy filled their eyes. Just like Mo Wushen before them, they immediately made a beeline for the altars leading to Kun Province and Chang Province!

Seeing the two arrive, Mo Wushen, as if spotting his saviors, urgently cried, "Quick, help me!"

However, the blond-haired youth and his companion paid him no attention. At this point, they were in dire straits themselves; how could they possibly help Mo Wushen? But they failed to notice the invisible Gravity Field ahead and ran straight into it, their speed greatly diminishing.

The two were horrified. "What’s happening?"

Mo Wushen roared, "This is the Gravity Field, the Innate Divine Ability of Tan Wu’s Battle Soul! It can suppress our speed! If you want to reach the altars, you must eliminate him first!"

"What?" The blond-haired youth and his companion trembled from head to toe. "He actually possesses such a terrifying Battle Soul?"

The next moment, the two simultaneously attacked, joining Mo Wushen in assaulting Tan Wu.

Seeing this, Tan Wu’s brows furrowed slightly. He waved his hand, and his Battle Intent erupted from his body, transforming into a massive wave that crashed towards the trio.

WHOOSH!!! Just then, Qin Feiyang and the others successively reached the peak.

Seeing the situation, the Wolf King sneered, "Three against one, Tan Wu? Aren’t you aiming high?"

Tan Wu retorted angrily, "Stop with the sarcastic remarks! If it weren’t for Qin Feiyang, I wouldn’t bother interfering! Aren’t you going to help?"

Although the Gravity Field was heaven-defying, it had its limits. Facing the combined force of Mo Wushen and his two companions, Tan Wu had no confidence.

As expected, their joint attack sent Tan Wu flying. The Gravity Field collapsed on the spot!

Mo Wushen and his companions dared not delay a second, immediately heading towards the teleportation altars for Kun Province, Chang Province, and Yun State.

Meanwhile, Qin Feiyang looked at Ling Yu and the other three, sending a telepathic message: "The four of you can pursue them now, but don’t stop them. Wait until they activate the altars, then intercept them."

"Stop them *after* they activate the altars?" the four exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes full of doubt. But they didn’t ask further. Ling Yu, Zhao Yu, and Feng Ranran each employed a profound movement technique, darting after the three fugitives.

Qin Feiyang’s eyes narrowed. They’re so fast!

He had already witnessed Zhao Yu’s speed. Possessing a perfect auxiliary Combat Art, almost no one present could catch up to her. But Ling Yu’s and Feng Ranran’s speed was actually on par with hers! In other words, those two had also mastered perfect auxiliary Combat Arts!

Qin Feiyang truly couldn’t fathom it. Who on earth are these people? It had to be known that in the Nine Great States, perfect Combat Arts were almost extinct. Obtaining even one was a matter of heaven-defying luck. So, he couldn’t help but be suspicious of the identities of these three. He then glanced at Lo Dan beside him. Does this woman also possess a perfect Combat Art?

Simultaneously, Mo Wushen and his companions were terrified. This speed is too horrifying!

The blond-haired youth telepathically roared to his companions, "Hurry! As long as we activate the altars, they won’t be able to stop us, no matter how fast they are!"

BOOM! Before even approaching the altars, the three unleashed their Battle Intent, directing it towards the three chosen altars. This way, by the time they reached them, the altars would already be reviving, and they wouldn’t need to waste any more time—they could just jump on directly.

Ling Yu’s group of four, following behind, made no move to stop them, quietly watching the altars revive.

BUZZ! Less than three breaths later, the three teleportation altars simultaneously radiated a dazzling, blood-red light.

Mo Wushen and his companions were overjoyed. Now, nothing could stop them from leaving!

The blond-haired youth sneered coldly, "Qin Feiyang, just you wait! If I don’t settle this score with you, I swear I’m not fit to be called a man!"

The murderous intent on the faces of Mo Wushen and the green-haired youth was also undisguised. With the altars revived, they naturally felt they had nothing left to fear. However, they failed to notice the derisive smirk playing on Qin Feiyang’s lips.

Thirty meters!

Twenty meters!

Ten meters!

For Mo Wushen and his companions, the mere ten-meter distance was just a single step away.

We’ve finally made it! all three roared excitedly in their hearts, their faces beaming with smiles.

However, just as they leaped up, preparing to jump onto the altars, Ling Yu’s group of four suddenly accelerated, darting past them from behind to block their path.

The faces of the three fugitives changed drastically. "What?"

Simultaneously, Ling Yu, Zhao Yu, and Feng Ranran leaped up and kicked Mo Wushen and his two companions squarely in the chest.

"AH!!!" Accompanied by three pained screams, the trio flew backward, crashing onto the ground in front of Qin Feiyang and the others, each coughing up a mouthful of blood.

But the three didn’t hesitate for a moment. They immediately scrambled up and rushed towards the altars again.

Ling Yu, Zhao Yu, and Feng Ranran stood before the altars. "I’m afraid none of you will be leaving today." The aura of Three Star War Ancestors surged from them like a tidal wave towards Mo Wushen and his companions.

"Get lost!" Mo Wushen and his companions roared, their Combat Arts instantly materializing as they charged at Ling Yu’s group.

Zhao Yu gave a cold smile. "Truly absurd. Sacred Sword Judgment!" With a gentle wave of her hand, CLANG! A three-foot-long battle sword appeared out of thin air, shattering the Combat Arts of Mo Wushen and his companions with unstoppable force.

"That’s impossible!" The trio spat out another mouthful of blood, staring at Zhao Yu in stunned disbelief. Could this so-called Sacred Sword Judgment also be a perfect Combat Art?

What plunged them into even deeper despair was that the blood-red light from the three altars was fading. This meant the altars were about to deactivate!

"No—!" they roared desperately, but it was futile.

By the time the blood-red light completely dissipated, the three collapsed weakly to their knees, their faces ashen with despair.

Qin Feiyang glanced at the three and said with a faint smile, "Do you know why we didn’t kill you on the stone steps?"

The blond-haired youth looked at him darkly. "Why?"

Qin Feiyang chuckled. "Because you enjoy the thrill, so we had to indulge you! We let you escape all the way here, let you successfully revive the altars, all because we wanted you to see a glimmer of hope. And just when you thought you could escape with your lives, we push you back into the abyss, letting you experience utter despair. Well? How does it feel? This rollercoaster of joy and sorrow, these drastic ups and downs—isn’t it exhilarating?"

Hearing this, Mo Wushen and his companions were so enraged that their hearts practically burst, and they violently spat out another mouthful of blood.

So, from the very beginning, they had been dancing in the palm of Qin Feiyang’s hand. No matter how hard they tried, escape was impossible.

Thinking back on their previous actions, even they themselves found it laughably foolish. They had always mocked others for their stupidity, but in reality, they were the true fools.