The War King had been harboring a bellyful of anger for quite so ti.
Unable to vent it, he felt that nothing was going smoothly. Now, facing these two in battle, he only wanted to release the rage within, suppressing them with absolute strength.
In his eyes, Qin Yang was nothing but trash.
The only thing surprising him was this unfamiliar Xiang Fei before him — who surprisingly possessed the Immortal Emperor’s Holy Weapon. But so what? He, the War King, carried the Fighting Immortal Body, wielded the Chaos Origin Mace, swept through heavens and earth, and no one could block his path.
"So strong! Worthy of the Fighting Immortal Body, the aura it exudes is truly terrifying. I doubt I can suppress him unless I use the Demon Crossing Scripture. But since my cultivation of it isn’t thorough, it won’t unleash its full might."
Xiang Fei looked grim. Relying on Qin Yang was out of the question. He had been watching for so ti, and Qin Yang, without an Immortal Treasure, was indeed nothing but rubbish.
"What’s the matter? Lost your nerve? Weren’t you being arrogant just now?"
"Qin Yang, you trash, shouting so fiercely — dare to fight for real? I’ll ensure my Chaos Origin Mace shatters your bones completely."
The War King’s arrogance was boundless. His fierce aura unmatched, he carried the Fighting Immortal Body and was akin to an ancient ferocious beast. Facing him, re mortals would likely soil their pants in fright.
"Heh!" Qin Yang sneered coldly. "War King, what’s so great about you? Aren’t you known as the invincible among the younger generation? If even my Brother Xiang can’t be suppressed by you, what are you boasting about? Mark my words — in your rage, you’ll never be my Brother Xiang’s match, and your fate will be extraordinarily miserable."
Xiang Fei had conceded; he’d co to terms with Qin Yang’s brazen deanor. It had practically beco second nature and was impossible to change. This was the result of being part of the Immortal Venerable Family.
At this mont,
Xiang Fei seed to think of sothing and stepped aside, making way. "War King, you can go ahead and teach him a lesson now. Even I can’t stand his attitude anymore."
"Huh?" Qin Yang widened his eyes and shrieked, "Brother Xiang, we’re sworn brothers! You can’t stand by and watch get beaten to death!"
Then, turning to the War King, he continued to provoke him: "Co on if you’ve got the guts! I’ve laid out a plan for you perfectly — just wait and see how tragic the outco will be when you ss with us."
The bold words exuded dominance, but Qin Yang couldn’t help shrinking his head a little. If the opponent truly ca at him, he’d undeniably dodge at the first opportunity.
The War King indeed was formidable. He truly couldn’t manage to deal with him.
Xiang Fei was really just ssing around. He likely wouldn’t truly let the War King get to Qin Yang, considering one swing of that mace could blow Qin Yang into pieces.
The War King’s fighting spirit overflowed. His confidence surged. He was utterly certain he could suppress Xiang Fei. Hence, his thoughts turned to the Island Master of Qiankun Island, wondering about his state. Perhaps Lin Fan had already been subdued by now.
But when he turned to look back—
He froze instantly. Lin Fan was walking toward him slowly. His heart dropped like lead. What was going on here? Where had the Qiankun Island Master gone? Could it be he’d been subdued?
But then again, that shouldn’t be possible.
In such a short ti, even as a Supre Immortal Realm powerhouse, while he might not have the capacity to suppress Lin Fan outright, he should at least be able to buy so ti.
Ultimately, imagination was just imagination — overthinking wouldn’t help.
The War King’s thoughts began to swirl, recalling his clash with Lin Fan in the city. He didn’t believe he’d be able to leave safely with both of them targeting him. As for Qin Yang, there was no need for concern; he hadn’t remotely factored him into his calculations.
A true man knows when to fight and when to retreat.
"Xiang Fei, Lin Fan, mark my words! I, the War King, have never been defeated. Today you outnumber , so I shall not contend with you. But one day, you’ll face the consequences of your actions."
Speaking the toughest words — he ran at the fastest speed.
With a swoosh,
His figure vanished into thin air, entering the Void and fleeing far away.
"Damn it! You coward! Co back here and fight for three hundred rounds — why run away?" Qin Yang yelled as his bravery surged after seeing the War King flee.
Lin Fan didn’t pursue the War King; there was no need. Even if he caught up, there wasn’t a guarantee he could completely subdue him. After all, the War King had plenty of tricks up his sleeve. Pursuing him would only waste ti.
"Where’s the Qiankun Island Master?" Xiang Fei stowed away his Holy Weapon. Having fought the War King earlier, he’d realized his weaknesses and ca to see that the Immortal Realm indeed had plenty of outstanding talents. The War King was one of them — though his personality left much to be desired.
"Subdued. Though his cultivation was at Supre Immortal Realm, his foundation was sowhat lacking," Lin Fan replied indifferently, then glanced at Qin Yang. "You’d better curb your arrogance. Saying such vicious words now — I fear you’ll endure harsh punishnt in the future."
"Hahaha..." Qin Yang swung his head with style, exuding a confident air. "Don’t worry. He doesn’t have what it takes to touch ."
Lin Fan threw him a look. "One day, you’ll get the beating of your life."
A truthful statent.
It might even prove prophetic.
Xiang Fei said solemnly, "Brother Lin, we must proceed cautiously in the future. I underestimated the War King — his Fighting Immortal Body is exceptionally strong. If he continues to grow, he’ll undoubtedly beco a dominator of his domain."
Then he glanced at Qin Yang, unsure of what to say. Sotis silence is a virtue — creating animosity like this might cost Qin Yang dearly if the enemy lives to see another day.
"Why are you all staring at ?"
Qin Yang glared, feeling singled out. Yet, he couldn’t grasp that it wasn’t targeting — it was genuine concern for his future.
Lin Fan gazed at the surrounding scenery, sighing regretfully. Such a beautiful location, now destroyed because of a battle — it was truly harming nature.
"This place is no longer safe. Our ti hiding here ends now; it’s ti to leave." Lin Fan had hoped for more rest but was sorely disappointed. Man proposes, heaven disposes — who’d have expected this enemy to track them down?
"Qin Yang, I think it’s better to send you back. With your roots exposed, they can easily find us again by tracking you."
He considered sending Qin Yang back. While Qin Yang had decent luck, his misfortune lay in inviting trouble, deepening a feud with the War King in particular.
Qin Yang flatly refused and quickly protested, "No, co on! How was I supposed to know that bastard would dare to deduce my location? But don’t worry, the War King might gather dumb fools, but only anyone with real ability who tries to track will encounter calamity!"
Xiang Fei responded gravely, "Brother Qin makes a good point. The key issue lies in the Qiankun Island Master’s insufficient strength. If he were stronger, based on Brother Qin’s status within the Qin Family, formidable figures would’ve stepped in to issue warnings. Indeed, everything unfolding here may well have already been under a certain expert’s watchful gaze, solely because Brother Qin hadn’t encountered true danger, so they refrained from acting."
"Exactly, exactly! What Brother Xiang said makes so much sense. Maybe my family elders were aware from the start. They didn’t intervene, considering it part of my training. With how I handled everything, I’m sure my elders are proud of ." Qin Yang boasted arrogantly.
If said elder were indeed present.
They’d probably slap Qin Yang to death.
What a disgrace.
All talk, completely spineless.
Lin Fan felt there was logic in the words.
Who knows if anyone nearby was observing?
Never mind.
He decided not to send him back.
Lin Fan approached the little girl and patted her head, saying, "Did you see that? That’s what the battles of powerhouses look like. If you don’t cultivate properly, you’ll find yourself helpless, with no one able to aid you."
In unexpected monts,
He realized he enjoyed giving his disciples little educational talks.
It was a promising direction for growth.
The little girl nodded. Her usual indifferent deanor had markedly shifted. She listened intently to Lin Fan’s words and responded proactively to his teachings.
A great start.
"Farewell."
The group departed from the area, heading toward the distant horizon.
The War King, his expression darkened, walked through the mountains. The more he thought about it, the angrier he beca, his volatile temper nearly erupting on the spot. He punched a nearby cliff wall, causing the mountain to crumble into dust.
"Damn it, I’ll never let you off!"
One humiliating incident was already one too many. But unfortunately, it had now happened twice. His mood was utterly shattered.
He didn’t know who to turn to for help.
His clan was out of the question. He was a proud man; there was no way he’d let his clan know he needed assistance, as that would tarnish his standing within the clan.
Would the invincible War King stoop low enough to seek aid?
Absolutely not.
The re thought was unbearable.
He wouldn’t ask.
...
Lin Fan wasn’t sure where to go next, but he knew what needed to be done — the pigpen was open, ready to gather more piglets.
The Qiankun Island Master was suppressed inside the Universe Tripod.
For the mont, Lin Fan hadn’t dealt with him yet, intending instead to gather more piglets to nurture and harvest together. If he got lucky, unimaginable treasures might be revealed — and that would be trendously satisfying.
"It’s getting late. The little girl needs food to grow stronger. There’s a village over there — let’s stay the night," Lin Fan said.
He cared deeply for his current disciple.
The Fierce Phoenix Immortal Emperor’s story left a sorrowful impression, with no descendants or successors, ultimately leaving the Immortal Emperor inheritance for strangers to claim.
Were it him, honestly, he wouldn’t be able to accept it either. Why should his painstakingly accumulated legacy be handed over to strangers just because he’d passed on? He’d much rather entrust it to soone he knew than give it away lightly.
Outside the village.
Lin Fan and his companions landed, walking toward the village on foot. It was a small settlent with only about a hundred inhabitants.
"Greetings, strongman. We’re passing through this area; the child is still young and in need of food. I wonder if your village might allow us entry," Lin Fan asked courteously upon spotting a middle-aged man standing guard at the village entrance.
"You can be assured we an no harm."
Despite possessing overwhelming power, encountering re mortals didn’t provoke arrogance — a domineering "Get lost, we want food" attitude wasn’t sothing Lin Fan and his group would ever stoop to.
The middle-aged man had been nervous at the sight of strangers approaching, but seeing Lin Fan’s polite deanor, he relaxed and said, "Of course. The four of you, please co in. How about coming to my place? I’ll have my wife prepare so food for you."
"The three of us don’t need food; just prepare sothing for the child. She’s young and needs nourishnt, so she might eat a bit more. But don’t worry — we’ll pay," Lin Fan replied, gesturing toward the little girl.
"Oh, what’s the need for talk of money? It’s just a al," the man said.
"This way — this is my ho. Please co inside."
The man led them inside, then shouted to his wife, "Guests have arrived! Quickly, prepare sothing to eat. Serve up the hare I hunted yesterday too."
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