CHAPTER 581: CHAPTER 570: QIN FEIYANG’S PROVOCATION! _1

"Them?" Dongfang Wuheng and the others paled in terror. "Could there be more than two?"

BOOM!!

Indeed. From the thickets to their right and straight ahead, terrifying auras erupted simultaneously. And they all belonged to War Ancestors! Counting the mysterious woman to their left, that made three War Ancestors!

CLANG!!

「The next moment.」

From the right, an enormous, earth-yellow sword flew over, radiating an unparalleled sharpness! From straight ahead, a flurry of blood-red blades soared, their vast, bloody light engulfing the sky!

Simultaneously, an ice mammoth materialized to their left, its ferocious power stunning everyone!

"Not good!" Dongfang Wuheng exclaimed, "These are three top-tier battle arts! Dong Zhengyang, Qin Feiyang, quickly, come help!" He was already unleashing a battle art of his own, yelling without even turning his head.

"What should we do?" Dong Zhengyang asked, looking at Qin Feiyang.

Qin Feiyang said lightly, "Do you think we still need to bother with them?"

Lu Xingchen was quite right. Only death could awaken these fools.

Dong Zhengyang paused for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled, "Indeed, there’s no need." Then, he looked at Dongfang Wuheng and sighed, "Sorry, but we can barely look after ourselves right now. We simply have no time to help you."

"Damn it!" Dongfang Wuheng cursed under his breath and shouted to Wu Yan and the others behind him, "Get out of the marsh immediately!"

The group didn’t dare to hesitate and instantly turned to flee.

However, the few people at the very front suddenly cried out. They were flung backward, tumbling to the ground in disarray, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

"What’s going on?"

Everyone was aghast, stopping in unison. They stared at the boundary between the plains and the marsh, their faces filled with shock and suspicion.

"This is bad!"

"There’s an invisible force at the boundary between the plains and the marsh, preventing us from leaving!"

"Senior Brother Wuhen, Senior Brother Murong, what do we do?"

The few who had been repelled, after a moment of dazed confusion, snapped to their senses, scrambled to their feet, and yelled at Dongfang Wuheng and Murong Xiong.

"What?"

"An invisible force!"

Everyone’s faces instantly turned deathly pale.

This meant that once they had entered the Death Marsh, there was no turning back!

Dongfang Wuheng and Murong Xiong were also frantic. They had never imagined such a situation would arise.

If only they had listened to Lu Xingchen’s advice earlier, they wouldn’t be in such a passive position now. But regret was useless!

"I’ll block the greatsword!" Dongfang Wuheng bellowed. "Murong Xiong, you block the ice mammoth! The rest of you, combine your strength and block those blood-red blades! Remember, you must block them!"

In front of him, a golden arrow materialized, tens of feet long and as thick as an arm, radiating a dazzling golden light!

"Sun Piercing Arrow, kill!"

With his low roar, the golden arrow tore through the sky, carrying a world-destroying sharpness as it shot toward the earth-yellow greatsword!

Simultaneously, Murong Xiong once again unleashed a Savage Bull, charging at the ice mammoth. Wu Yan, Shen Long, and the other two hundred disciples also launched their battle arts, aiming for the flurry of blood-red blades!

For a time, the woods were filled with dazzling Battle Intent. Various battle arts, like falling stars, created a magnificent and imposing spectacle. The commotion could be felt even tens of miles away!

BOOM!

「Moments later.」

The opposing battle arts collided violently! As expected, Dongfang Wuheng’s and Murong Xiong’s battle arts shattered simultaneously with the earthen greatsword and the ice mammoth; they were evenly matched!

However, Wu Yan and the others’ combined battle arts were simply no match for those blood-red blades! Although they had an absolute advantage in numbers, the power of their attacks, compared to the blades, was worlds apart. The blood-red blades, advancing unstoppably, were crazily crushing wave after wave of their battle arts, heading straight for Dongfang Wuheng and the others!

"Not good!" Dongfang Wuheng’s expression changed, and he hurriedly unleashed his battle art again, the Sun Piercing Arrow. If those blades weren’t stopped, the result would undoubtedly be disastrous casualties!

However, the Sun Piercing Arrow had just formed when the blood-red blades slashed down. The situation was exceedingly critical! Dongfang Wuheng gritted his teeth, waved his hand fiercely, and the Sun Piercing Arrow shot towards the blades. The two powerful battle arts met directly above their heads.

BOOM!

Accompanied by a deafening explosion, a destructive shockwave, like an overwhelming tide, surged in all directions. Wu Yan and the others bore the brunt of it and were directly engulfed by the shockwave!

Suddenly, screams of horror echoed ceaselessly through the sky! Although they all possessed decent cultivation, this was a clash between War Ancestors. How could they possibly withstand it?

Dongfang Wuheng shouted, "Murong Xiong, quickly, protect everyone!"

"Just a bunch of cannon fodder. Are they worth me risking my life to protect?" Murong Xiong, however, gave a cruel laugh, then turned and fled without a second glance.

"Bastard!" Dongfang Wuheng cursed repeatedly, a struggle visible in his eyes. But in the end, he too turned and ran.

Their escape spelled utter disaster for the others. The shockwave swept through like a colossal storm. People were continuously torn apart, their mangled corpses and severed limbs sent flying! Blood stained the sky and the earth red!

Before they died, they were all consumed by immense regret.

Why didn’t they listen to Lu Xingchen’s advice? Why did they follow Dongfang Wuheng, an unreliable and incapable leader? Such hatred! Such regret! This was the realization bought with their lives. But understanding now was pointless.

Ren Wushuang said anxiously, "Feiyang, we can’t just stand by and watch." If this continued, they would all be annihilated, not a single one left.

"I’ll go." Dong Zhengyang clenched his teeth, slapped away a skeleton blocking his path, and entered the Death Marsh without hesitation. As soon as he entered, his Battle Intent surged from within him, forming a huge protective barrier that enveloped all the survivors.

"Sigh!" Qin Feiyang sighed deeply and also resolutely stepped into the Death Marsh. The moment he entered, he raised his arm and struck out at the air. Instantly, a dazzling golden light gushed from his palm like a tidal wave, surging towards the shockwaves trapping Dong Zhengyang and the others.

A horrifying scene unfolded! Wherever the golden light passed, the shockwaves in the air reversed direction, rushing towards the jungle straight ahead.

But at the same time, Qin Feiyang’s body trembled violently, and he coughed up a large mouthful of blood. His arm was instantly pulverized!

Fortunately, however, the shockwaves were dispelled, allowing everyone to escape.

By the time the dust settled, only a little over fifty people remained alive. Without exception, they were all covered in wounds, their auras weak, their faces deathly pale. Fatty and the other three also entered the marsh, standing behind Qin Feiyang. Looking at Wu Yan and the others, they felt an indescribable emotion.

WHOOSH!!!

At this moment, three figures shot out from the jungle and landed shoulder to shoulder on a small hill, only around a dozen meters away from Qin Feiyang’s group.

Qin Feiyang looked up.

As expected! Three familiar faces: Yan Tianfeng, Mo Wushen, and Pan Wuyan! The three Kings of Yun State!

"Who are you?" Wu Yan demanded, sweeping his gaze over the three, his blood-streaked face contorted with rage. "Why are you so cruel?"

"Cruel?" Pan Wuyan scoffed. "You’re too naive. This is the Great War of the Nine States, not child’s play. In the end, it’s either you die, or we perish."

Wu Yan retorted angrily, "That may be true, but you people..."

"What about us?" Pan Wuyan sneered. "Ambush? Deceitful? What a joke. Victors are kings, and losers are outlaws! People only see the victor’s glory; no one cares about the deaths of you losers."

Wu Yan fell silent, as did the others. Indeed, as long as one could win, the methods used, honorable or not, didn’t matter at all.

"You’re all quite foolish," Yan Tianfeng jeered, pointing at Lu Xingchen but addressing Wu Yan and the others. "He repeatedly warned you not to enter, yet you insisted on rushing in. Isn’t that just courting death?"

"More importantly, your Spirit State chose a fine leader," Yan Tianfeng continued, his laughter unbridled. "To actually abandon his own sect members at such a critical moment... I really question your State Chief’s judgment."

Hearing this, anger flared on Ren Wushuang’s face.

"Don’t be angry," Qin Feiyang whispered soothingly. He then looked at Yan Tianfeng and the other two, smiling faintly. "No matter how inadequate our State Chief may be, he’s still better than your Yun State’s Chief."

The three Yun State cultivators’ eyes turned cold. Mo Wushen looked at Qin Feiyang and asked, "Are you Qin Feiyang?"

Qin Feiyang smiled. "The one and only."

A cold glint flashed in Mo Wushen’s eyes as he said, "Do you know what instructions our Master gave us before we came to the Netherworld?"

"Master?" Dong Zhengyang and the others were startled. Could this person be a disciple of the Yun State Chief?

Of course, Qin Feiyang had known for a long time that Mo Wushen was the Yun State Chief’s disciple. Showing no surprise, he said casually, "Let’s hear it."

Mo Wushen stated, "Master ordered us to ensure your death in the Netherworld."

Qin Feiyang feigned surprise. "That old witch is so preoccupied with me? I’m quite honored, aren’t I?"

"Honored?" Mo Wushen and the other two exchanged glances and couldn’t help but laugh, a scornful laugh.

Is this guy an idiot? Feeling honored? He truly doesn’t understand the situation.

Mo Wushen’s laughter ceased. "Things have progressed this far. You might as well tell us the truth. Were Ma San and Xia Hai you in disguise? And the Pill Fire from our Inner Hall—did you steal it?"

"Huh?" Wu Yan and the others looked at Qin Feiyang in bewildered surprise.

Qin Feiyang glanced at Mo Wushen and his two companions, a smirk slowly forming on his lips. He nodded. "Correct. It was me."

As Mo Wushen said, there was indeed no need to hide it now.

"Haha..." Mo Wushen immediately burst into laughter.

Incredible! A mere Eight-star War Emperor, not only did he infiltrate Yun State alone, but he also stole their two wisps of Pill Fire, killed dozens of geniuses from the Inner Hall, and even eliminated Commander Nie. And only now had they figured out his identity? What a colossal irony!

Meanwhile, tumultuous waves crashed in the hearts of Wu Yan and the others!

Did this guy have nerves of steel? He actually went to Yun State and stole the Pill Fire from their Inner Hall? Truly an untamable, lawless scourge!

Qin Feiyang swallowed a Rebirth Pill, looked at the three, and said, "I suppose you’re all itching to kill me now. Especially you, Mo Wushen. You went to such great lengths to avenge your younger brother. Come on, let’s settle this now."

CRACK!

The three of them clenched their fists. This blatant provocation filled them with an uncontainable fury!