Qin Feiyang was aware of the animosity Lu Xingchen projected.

But he paid it no mind.

Truthfully, before this, he had been quite wary of Lu Xingchen.

Various rumors had practically deified him.

Moreover, Ren Wushuang had once warned him to be cautious around this man.

He had originally thought Lu Xingchen would be a very troublesome opponent. But after observing him now, it seemed that wasn't the case. Although this person was exceptionally talented and his schemes ran deep, his intellect wasn't particularly impressive. Absolutely nothing to worry about.

"Ahem!" Qin Feiyang cleared his throat, looked at Lv Yun, and said, "Elder Lv, please, sit at ease. I promise to put on a spectacular show for you."

"Huh?" Lv Yun's brow furrowed. Does this brat even know what's good for him? Can't he see she's trying to help him?

Qin Feiyang smiled.

WHOOSH!

Suddenly, he turned to face Dongfang Yue and the others, sneering, "Lu Xingchen, Dong Qing, and Shi Ming have all agreed. Stop wasting time and hurry up here to meet your doom!"

These people all possessed immense pride. Unless it was a critical moment, they would never join forces with others. But Qin Feiyang didn't want to waste time fighting them one by one. His words were calculated to ignite the fury in the hearts of Dongfang Yue and the rest.

Sure enough!

The moment his words landed, a group swarmed onto the martial arts arena.

Twenty-eight people in total, their eyes blazing with intense anger!

Yan Nanshan glanced helplessly at Qin Feiyang, retreated to the edge of the martial arts arena, and shouted, "No lethal blows! Begin!"

But not one of the twenty-eight made a move.

"Don't dawdle. Come at me, all of you," Qin Feiyang continued to provoke. "If you come one by one, I could crush you with a single finger."

"Arrogant!"

"I'd like to see how you crush us!"

One of the burly men, radiating an astonishing aura, summoned his Battle Soul and charged murderously toward Qin Feiyang.

This man was also a Seven-Star War King!

"Then watch closely," Qin Feiyang said, pointing a finger into the air.

A crimson sword image materialized out of nowhere, slashing down with unstoppable momentum!

In an instant, the burly man's Battle Soul shattered.

The sword image whistled, continuing its descent toward his head!

The burly man was petrified on the spot. He stood motionless, his legs trembling violently.

When he was watching from below the stage, he hadn't thought Qin Feiyang was that strong. Now, facing him directly, he immediately realized this man was invincible!

The sword image fell, seeming about to cleave the burly man in two.

Yan Nanshan's expression changed, and he shouted, "Don't kill!"

CLANG!

The sword image trembled fiercely, halting just above the burly man's head. It was a mere paper's breadth away!

THUD!

The burly man collapsed, paralyzed by fear. Cold sweat poured down him, his face deathly pale. His towering one-point-nine-meter frame trembled violently. His pupils were filled with sheer terror!

Yan Nanshan also breathed a sigh of relief. He waved his hand, and his Battle Intent transformed into a streak of light, scooping up the burly man and sending him off the martial arts arena.

Yan Nanshan was terrified that Qin Feiyang would kill all of them.

The eyes of the remaining twenty-seven people turned solemn. Qin Feiyang's combat prowess far exceeded their imagination. If they went one by one, it was likely they would indeed face a complete defeat in the end. But they simply couldn't bring themselves to team up.

"Not making a move? Then I'll force you to!" Qin Feiyang's gaze turned cold.

The crimson sword image, paused in mid-air, vibrated with a piercing metallic shriek and then shot towards Dongfang Yue and the others!

"This is going too far!"

Shao Jian shouted angrily, "Everyone, no more hesitation! Let's join forces and take him down!"

BOOM!

Everyone's aura erupted simultaneously! They were all enraged. They didn't mind arrogance, but there had to be a limit.

The next instant!

Twenty-seven streams of Battle Intent soared into the sky, coalescing into a brilliant pillar of light that blasted towards the crimson sword image!

"Finally willing to join forces, are we?" Qin Feiyang's eyes sparkled, an astonishing battlelust surging from him.

He glanced at Dong Cheng and Shao Hong. Both had also broken through to become Eight-Star War Kings.

WHOOSH!

Without hesitation, he activated Phantom Step and lunged toward the twenty-seven people. The martial arts arena was filled with the afterimages he left behind.

"Such incredible speed!" Lv Yun and the three with her shot to their feet, their eyes filled with utter shock. Yan Nanshan was equally astounded.

In the blink of an eye!

Qin Feiyang appeared before two young men, his hands lashing out violently, striking them squarely in the chest. Both were Seven-Star War Kings.

AAAHH!!

The two men were sent flying, blood spraying violently from their mouths. Like two cannonballs, they shot towards the crowd below the stage, instantly knocking down a large section of people!

"Brat, you're getting too arrogant!"

But at the same time, two disciples attacked Qin Feiyang from behind.

Qin Feiyang gave a cold smile. Executing Phantom Step, he vanished from their sight in an instant.

"What?"

"Where did he go?"

The two were aghast.

Dongfang Yue shouted from a short distance away, "He's behind you!"

"How is he so fast?"

The two paled and hurriedly turned. But just as they spun around, Qin Feiyang, quick as lightning, lifted his foot and kicked them hard on their buttocks.

ARGH!!

The two were sent flying. Their faces twisted in pain, hands clutching their rears, they let out pig-like squeals of agony as they tumbled off the martial arts arena.

"He got them right in the butt," someone in the crowd below remarked sympathetically.

These two were also Seven-Star War Kings.

"His speed is too fast!"

"We can't deal with him at all!"

Two young women exclaimed, a mixture of fury and dismay in their voices. More than twenty people joining forces, and they still couldn't stop him—it was an absolute, utter disgrace!

Dong Cheng exclaimed, "Could it be a Superior Auxiliary-type Battle Art?"

Dong Qing stated, enunciating each word, "No! It's not just Superior, it's a Perfect Auxiliary-type Battle Art!"

"How is that possible?" Dongfang Yue and the others' expressions changed drastically, their faces filled with disbelief. "Spirit State doesn't even have Perfect Slaughter-type Battle Arts, let alone Perfect Auxiliary-type Battle Arts!"

In the mere instant this conversation took place, three more disciples were blasted off the martial arts arena, spewing blood wildly!

And so, only twenty people remained on the arena!

Dong Qing said incredulously, "He's a Seven-Star War King, yet his speed is twice that of a Nine-Star War King. If that's not a Perfect Auxiliary-type Battle Art, what is it?"

"Damn it!"

"Why is this happening!"

"Who the hell is he?"

Lu Xingchen clenched his fists, a fierce glint in his eyes. He had originally wanted to use these people to cripple Qin Feiyang. But the battle had just begun, and these people were already being routed by him. If this continued, there was no chance of victory.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

AAAHH!!!

Just then, another five people were blasted away, collapsing to the ground heavily injured!

Now, only fifteen people were left!

WHOOSH!

With a flicker, Qin Feiyang swiftly retreated.

"Hmm?" Everyone was taken aback. Why isn't he pressing his advantage?

"'I get it,' someone said. 'The real battle is just beginning!'"

"What do you mean?" others asked, puzzled.

"'Look closely,' the first person explained. 'Those thirteen who were blasted off were all Seven-Star War Kings. Those remaining on the field now are all Eight-Star War Kings. In other words, this person found those Seven-Star War Kings too much of a hindrance, so he had them leave the martial arts arena first. And now he's stopped to give Dongfang Yue and the others a chance to catch their breath.'"

"What?"

"He's actually giving them a chance to breathe?"

"Has he gone mad?"

"He's not mad; he's supremely confident."

"In his eyes, this battle might really just be a boring game."

The crowd buzzed with discussion.

The thirteen who had been blasted off the martial arts arena were overcome with shame and fury.

"He actually considers us a hindrance?"

"How outrageous!"

"Shao Jian, Dongfang Yue, Dong Cheng, you must redeem yourselves and cripple him!" the thirteen roared.

Dongfang Yue and the others still on the martial arts arena were also furious to the extreme. Calling it 'giving them time to catch their breath' was, in reality, just humiliating them!

Dongfang Yue shouted, "Everyone, defeat isn't scary, but losing without dignity is! Let's give it our all!"

BOOM!!!

Streams of Battle Intent rocketed into the sky, illuminating half the heavens.

Fifteen people, all unleashing their Battle Arts simultaneously!

There were Lower Class Battle Arts!

There were Middle Grade Battle Arts!

Dongfang Yue and Shao Jian had even mastered a Superior Battle Art!

Powerful auras radiated from them, rolling outwards in all directions.

"Kill!" they roared, their battle cries shaking the heavens!

Fifteen Battle Arts, carrying world-shattering power, surged towards Qin Feiyang like an overwhelming tide!

Qin Feiyang scanned those Battle Arts, then nodded and said, "Not bad, but... it's still far from enough!"

As his words fell, he unleashed his full aura! His robes billowed, his long hair danced wildly! He was like a War God returned, his domineering aura piercing the clouds!

"Return to Ruin!" he intoned, lifting his arm and pointing his index finger into the void.

BOOM!

An invisible, boundless power, like a volcanic eruption, surged out across the world.

The very next moment, a scene that shocked everyone unfolded.

One Battle Art after another actually disintegrated, vanishing into nothingness in the blink of an eye. Even Dongfang Yue and Shao Jian's Superior Battle Arts didn't last long before violently collapsing. All Battle Arts evaporated as if they had never existed!

This was the true Mystery of Return-to-the-Ruin. All things would return to nothingness!

"What?" Dongfang Yue and Shao Jian stared wide-eyed, exclaiming on the spot, "It's actually another Perfect Battle Art!"

They were Eight-Star War Kings, a minor realm higher than Qin Feiyang. And their Battle Arts were Superior Battle Arts. Yet, Qin Feiyang had obliterated their Battle Arts with a single finger. This completely proved that the Return-to-the-Ruin Qin Feiyang used was a Perfect Slaughter-type Battle Art! Moreover, it was a top-tier Perfect Battle Art!

Battle Arts, though divided into Lower Class, Middle Grade, Superior, and Perfect—four tiers—each tier of Battle Art also has variations in strength. For example, comparing the Return-to-the-Ruin Art and the Return-to-the-Origin Sword Art, the Return-to-the-Ruin Art would be slightly stronger.

"A Perfect Auxiliary-type Battle Art!"

"A Perfect Slaughter-type Battle Art!"

"Who on earth is he?"

Everyone's eyes were filled with shock and suspicion.

Lv Yun and Yan Nanshan were also dumbstruck, utterly incredulous. What on earth had this brat been doing these past seven months?

Shao Hong and Dong Cheng roared, "What's the big deal about a Perfect Battle Art? Remember, our cultivation levels are all higher than his! Everyone, we haven't lost yet! Activate your Battle Souls!"

"That's right, we haven't lost, and we can't afford to lose!" Dongfang Yue and Shao Jian nodded, their eyes gleaming with unwavering resolve. "Because we cannot afford to lose!"

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