CHAPTER 582: CHAPTER 571 - WORRISOME EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE_1

Meanwhile, Wu Yan and the others couldn’t help but panic. Although there were only three opponents, they were all War Ancestors. On their side, some were seriously injured and some disabled; only Dong Zhengyang and Qin Feiyang themselves could fight against War Ancestors. But it was impossible to win a two-on-three fight. Picking a fight at this point is so unwise! They simply could not understand why the usually intelligent Qin Feiyang would make this decision under such circumstances.

Dong Zhengyang was also extremely confused but didn’t show it, keeping it to himself. If I show any fear, the three opponents will know I’m scared and will undoubtedly attack me. But if I act strong, maybe they’ll hesitate to make a move.

Time ticked by. The trio of Mo Wushen were very angry but still didn’t attack.

"Well?" Qin Feiyang’s lips curled into a smirk as he chuckled. "The three great Kings of the Yun State Inner Palace, surely you’re not afraid of a band of defeated soldiers like us?"

"Afraid of you?" Yan Tianfeng laughed, his anger turning into amusement. "Fine, let’s settle this today!"

But just then, Mo Wushen grabbed his arm and, looking at Qin Feiyang, said, "How about we make a deal?"

Qin Feiyang was slightly taken aback. He asked, "What deal?"

Mo Wushen said, "I can spare you, but the others must die. As long as you stand aside and don’t interfere, I’ll let you leave afterward."

"Uh!" Qin Feiyang looked surprised.

Wu Yan and the others, however, instantly fell into panic.

Xui Yi said hastily, "Senior Brother Qin, this is all our fault for insisting on coming here! But you are magnanimous; please don’t abandon us!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Qin! Even if we’ve made countless mistakes, we’re still your fellow disciples and junior brothers!"

"Besides, we realize our mistakes now. We shouldn’t have been messing around with Dongfang Wuheng and Murong Xiong."

"Rest assured, from now on, we will listen to you. If you say east, we will absolutely not go west."

Everyone implored him, their eyes filled with helplessness. If Qin Feiyang truly abandons us, we’re doomed today. There’s no other way out.

Fatty, standing to the side, sneered continuously. Once or twice might be excusable, but for the same thing to happen over and over again—who could stand it?

"Feiyang, they have indeed made many mistakes along the way. But as the ancients said, ’To acknowledge and amend one’s errors is the greatest good.’ Please forgive them this one time."

"I promise this is the last time I’ll plead for them. If they make the same mistakes again, you can deal with them however you see fit."

Ren Wushuang looked at Qin Feiyang anxiously. Never mind the others; Wu Yan, for one, has repeatedly crossed this ’adopted’ younger brother’s bottom line. Given his personality, he would have killed them long ago. But I know Qin Feiyang has been holding back entirely out of consideration for my feelings and to save me face. That’s why I feel so guilty pleading for everyone again.

Hearing this, Qin Feiyang paused for a moment, then turned to Ren Wushuang with a faint smile. "I never said I wouldn’t help."

Instantly, Ren Wushuang’s face lit up with joy, but the expressions of Mo Wushen and his two companions darkened.

Pan Wuyan said coldly, "I’m afraid you’re not capable of intervening."

"Is that so?" Qin Feiyang looked at the three of them, a playful glint in his eyes. "I’d actually like to see who’s stronger—you, or Commander Nie?"

The three of them felt their pupils contract.

BOOM!

Suddenly, Qin Feiyang’s aura erupted, his gaze turning incredibly sharp. He scoffed, "Stop dawdling. I’m just an Eight-star War Emperor. Feel free to come at me."

But the three of them still didn’t make a move. Because, in their hearts, there was a trace of apprehension.

"Fine! I’ll let you go this time. But next time, you won’t be so lucky!"

Finally, Mo Wushen shot everyone a dark look, then turned and left without a backward glance.

"Don’t get complacent. We have plenty of time to deal with you," Yan Tianfeng snarled.

"That’s right. The best is yet to come," Pan Wuyan added with a cold smirk.

Then, the two of them turned and strode away.

Once the three had disappeared from sight, Wu Yan and the others collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, thoroughly shaken by the lingering fear.

Qin Feiyang also secretly sighed in relief. To be honest, with just my strength and Dong Zhengyang’s, dealing with Mo Wushen and his two companions would indeed have been quite difficult. However, I was confident they absolutely wouldn’t attack.

By now, the Blood Sun had risen, and all the skeletons on the plains had burrowed underground.

Ren Wushuang walked to the edge of the Death Swamp, gazing out at the empty plains, her expression tinged with melancholy. If only everyone had listened to Lu Xingchen’s advice and entered the swamp after recovering, would the casualties have been so severe?

"Everyone, rest where you are."

Qin Feiyang glanced at Ren Wushuang, instructed the crowd, then walked to her side and asked in a low voice, "Sis, what’s on your mind?"

"We started with five hundred and fifty people," Ren Wushuang said, her voice distant. "Now, only just over fifty remain. Tell me, is such a sacrifice worth it, just to enter the Imperial Capital?"

Ren Wushuang’s gaze was somewhat lost.

"It’s not worth it." Qin Feiyang shook his head.

Ren Wushuang asked, "Then why do so many people want to go, even to the point of disregarding their own lives?"

Qin Feiyang explained, "That’s because they don’t understand the Imperial Capital. They imagine it’s some kind of holy land, but in reality, it’s no different from Spirit State or Yan Province."

"Brother Qin, it seems you know a lot about the Imperial Capital!"

Just then, Lu Xingchen stepped forward, looking at Qin Feiyang with curiosity.

Qin Feiyang smiled faintly. "I once read an ancient tome that contained records about the Imperial Capital."

Lu Xingchen looked surprised. "There’s an ancient book like that? Could I borrow it for a look?"