CHAPTER 514: CHAPTER 514: THE SIGNIFICANT MO HE_1

"Evenly matched?"

The young man in black was stunned. He initially reckoned that Qin Feiyang’s strength was just slightly superior to Zhao Wei, but he never expected Qin Feiyang could actually fight him to a draw.

"Even?"

"Don’t joke around; the real show is just about to begin."

The fatty snickered from the side.

"Huh?"

The young man in black was taken aback and instantly had chills running down his spine!

CLANG!

The second sword shadow slashed madly at him, emitting a piercing buzz. Wherever it went, the void distorted!

"A single sword shadow is equivalent to a deadly blow. What kind of Battle Art is this?"

Doubt filled the eyes of the young man in black. But he didn’t lose his composure.

BOOM!

A huge amount of Battle Intent surged, manifesting as a massive arrow in the void before him. The arrow was as thick as a water barrel and tens of meters long, radiant and bright as a star. Its tip radiated a world-ending sharpness!

Then, his eyes gleamed with murderous intent. With a wave of his large hand, the arrow trembled in the air and transformed into a streak of light, aiming for the sword shadow!

A THUNDEROUS RUMBLE!

When the two attacks met, they created an earth-shattering shockwave that swept in all directions. The towering mountains nearby, the ancient, sky-reaching trees, and the terrified beasts fleeing for their lives were as powerless as deadwood against it. In the blink of an eye, the ground within a one-mile radius was leveled, not a single blade of grass remaining!

Rolling dust and smoke shrouded everything!

Within the dust, Qin Feiyang waved his hand, sending Fatty into the ancient castle. Then, sensing the aura of the young man in black, he charged directly to kill him.

"I didn’t expect you to be hiding this deep!"

The young man in black’s face darkened. Without any reservation, he engaged in a desperate fight with Qin Feiyang!

"What’s going on?"

Hearing the commotion, people nearby rushed over one after another, gathering at the edge of the battlefield. They stared at the dust-filled scene before them, their eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

Who in there is fighting?

WHOOSH!

Soon, a dozen or so more figures came rushing in. They were men and women, some chubby and some thin, but without exception, their auras and temperaments far surpassed others. Moreover, upon seeing these dozen or so people, the others showed expressions of awe.

"What happened?" a rather handsome young man in white asked without turning his head, his gaze fixed on the dust-shrouded area in front of him.

"We don’t know either," someone promptly responded.

The young man in white frowned and raised his large hand. A gale began to whip up around them, preparing to blow away the dust.

But at this moment!

"Ah..."

A painful cry suddenly ripped through the dust. Immediately after, a bloody figure, like a falling meteor, shot out from the dust, hurtling high into the sky.

"It’s him, Mo He!"

Seeing this person, the crowd’s expressions changed drastically. Even the pupils of those dozen or so who had arrived later contracted.

WHOOSH!

The instant the young man in black shot out of the dust, another figure in black streaked out. It was Qin Feiyang!

"Ma San!"

Instantly, profound disbelief filled everyone’s eyes. Zhao Wei and Liang Cheng’s defeat was already hard for them to accept. But now, even Mo He, an Eight-star War Emperor, had been beaten to a pulp by him. Just how strong was this guy?

Qin Feiyang stood in mid-air, scanning the surrounding crowd. His gaze lingered on those dozen or so people for a moment, but his expression showed not the slightest ripple of emotion. Also, there were no discernible wounds on him.

WHOOSH!

Without a word, Qin Feiyang transformed into a streak of light again, soaring into the sky. His hand, like an eagle’s claw, shot out and gripped Mo He’s neck.

"What is he trying to do?"

Seeing this, the crowd looked on in bewildered surprise.

"Didn’t you just say you wanted to show me what a true powerhouse is? What overwhelming combat strength looks like?"

"Is that all there is to it?" Qin Feiyang held Mo He in one hand, Battle Intent surging in his other palm. His gaze towards Mo He was filled with disdain.

"Don’t be arrogant too soon! You’ll soon learn the consequences of offending me!" Mo He growled, his face contorted with resentment.

"Really?" Qin Feiyang’s eyes flashed with killing intent as he raised his arm, aiming a palm strike at Mo He’s chest. "Then I’ll send you to hell first!"

"You dare!" Mo He roared, but a clear trace of panic flickered in his eyes.

At the same time, the expressions of the crowd also changed.

"Ma San, stay your hand!"

The dozen or so people who had arrived later dashed towards Qin Feiyang without hesitation.

"Huh?" Qin Feiyang raised an eyebrow, his arm pausing in mid-air.

What’s going on? Could it be that this Mo He has some significant background?

"What? Afraid to act?" Mo He taunted, a wide smile spreading across his face when he saw Qin Feiyang pause. He continued to provoke, his arrogance reaching an extreme. "With just that bit of courage, why are you acting so arrogantly? If you have the guts, kill me today! Come on!"

"So cocky?" Qin Feiyang was momentarily stunned. Then, without hesitation, he slapped Mo He across the face, leaving a bright red handprint.

"You dare slap me?!" Mo He looked utterly incredulous. Immediately after, his face filled with venomous resentment. He howled like a madman, "I will definitely kill you! I’ll make you suffer a fate worse than death, make you regret ever being born into this world!"

SMACK!

Without another word, Qin Feiyang swung another slap.

"Ah..." Mo He screamed, blood gushing from his nose and mouth.

"Come on, come on, keep shouting," Qin Feiyang said, a smirk revealing his white teeth.

Mo He roared, "You little bastard, just you wait!"

"Exactly, like that. Keep going." Qin Feiyang delivered another slap to Mo He’s face, his smile growing even brighter.

Mo He didn’t dare make another sound.

"You think I’ll stop hitting you if you stop shouting?" Qin Feiyang shook his head with a sigh. "Such a naive child!" He raised his arm again, delivering solid slap after solid slap to Mo He’s face.

"Ah..."

Mo He’s screams tapered off. His face quickly swelled up, resembling a pig’s head. Now, he couldn’t even scream, only managing pitiful whimpering sounds.

Qin Feiyang finally stopped and chuckled, "Still feeling cocky now?"

Mo He shook his head frantically, his eyes filled with pleading.

Qin Feiyang smiled. "Wouldn’t it have been better if you’d been like this from the start? Why make such a fuss, hurting your pride and your body? What was the point?!"

WHOOSH!!!

At that moment, the dozen or so people flew over, surrounding Qin Feiyang.

"Ma San, release him immediately!"

"Don’t think you can act so arrogantly just because you have some strength! In our eyes, you’re not qualified!"

The expressions of all eleven people were hostile. In total, there were eleven individuals: nine Seven-star War Emperors and two Eight-star War Emperors. This meant that, including the previously defeated Zhao Wei and Liang Cheng, plus Mo He himself, all the Seven-star and Eight-star War Emperors from the Inner Palace were now present.

Qin Feiyang glanced at them and said calmly, "And what if I don’t?"

"Then you won’t be leaving here alive today," one of them said coldly.

Seeing his rescuers, Mo He lost all patience and roared, "What are you wasting words for? Kill him quickly!"

"Hmm?" Qin Feiyang’s eyebrow twitched. A murderous glint surged in his eyes as he sneered, "You think I truly don’t dare to kill you?"

As his words fell, his five fingers abruptly tightened, decisively crushing Mo He’s throat. Blood streamed down his large hand, onto his arm, staining the clothes there red. Some splattered onto his face. In that moment, he looked like an emotionless god of slaughter!

"He... he really killed him?"

The eleven people were dumbfounded. The Inner Palace disciples in the distance also stared blankly at the now-dead Mo He.

He even dared to kill Mo He? Where did he get such audacity?

Mad! This guy must be completely mad! Otherwise, he would never dare to do something so astonishing.

Qin Feiyang, however, seemed oblivious. He loosened his grip, and Mo He’s corpse plummeted downwards.

SWOOSH!

A burly young man snapped back to his senses, immediately swooped down, caught Mo He’s body, and returned to the sky.

"Is he dead?" the remaining ten asked the burly young man.

"Dead," the burly young man replied in a solemn voice.

SWOOSH!!!

All eleven people instantly fixed their gazes on Qin Feiyang.

The woman in the long black silk dress said, "You are not Ma San!"

Qin Feiyang’s heart skipped a beat, but he only smiled faintly. "And how can you tell?"

The woman in the black dress said, "Ma San is merely a Two-star War Emperor. His Battle Intent and Battle Arts are also different from yours. Who are you really? What is your purpose in impersonating Ma San?"

"Correct." Qin Feiyang nodded. "Indeed, I am not Ma San."

"Damn it!" The eleven exchanged cold glances, their vigilance rising.

"Don’t be so tense," Qin Feiyang said. "What I mean is, I am no longer the Ma San of old. The ’me’ right now... is your nightmare.

"Do you remember how you all bullied me in the past? You may not remember, but I’ve etched it all in my heart.

"Now, I will reclaim it all, bit by bit," Qin Feiyang chuckled.

"What do you mean?" the burly young man demanded. "Are you Ma San or not? If you are, how do you explain your cultivation, Battle Intent, and Battle Arts?"

Qin Feiyang sighed deeply and shook his head. "To need it spelled out so clearly and still not understand... And you call yourselves the prodigies of the Inner Palace?"

Traces of anger couldn’t help but surface on the faces of the eleven.

"In the past, I was always hiding my cultivation."

"You’ll surely ask why I hid it. To put it nicely, I’m a very low-key person. To put it bluntly, I wanted to see your expressions now."

"And indeed, these wide-eyed, dumbfounded expressions of yours are truly spectacular."

"As for Battle Intent, haven’t you heard of something in this world called... Double War Spirits?" Qin Feiyang said mockingly.

"What?!"

"You’ve awakened Double War Spirits?!"

This declaration sent a stir through the entire crowd.

"Not necessarily. Perhaps I’ve even awakened Triple War Spirits."

"As for Battle Arts... well, perhaps I accumulated good karma in my past life. My luck was just too good, and I happened upon quite a few, none of them low-grade, mind you!" Qin Feiyang chuckled.

The eleven stared intently at Qin Feiyang. They no longer doubted his identity; they only wanted to know just how many War Spirits he possessed and how many Battle Arts he had mastered.

"Want to find out?" Qin Feiyang looked at the eleven, his tone thick with provocation. "Then let your strength do the talking. One-on-one, or all at once—take your pick."

"You..." The burly young man seethed with anger.

But the woman in the black dress grabbed him and whispered, "He killed Mo He. We don’t need to act; someone will naturally come to deal with him."

Hearing this, a gloating smile immediately appeared in the burly young man’s eyes.

"Let’s go!"

The woman in the black dress waved her hand, and the eleven, carrying Mo He’s body, departed grandly.