"Liberating!"

Wang Zicheng was exhilarated.

Previously, due to the presence of the white-haired old man, he couldn’t unleash like now.

Indeed.

The young strongman played a significant role too.

Both are invincible kings, sharing the burden with him.

"Does the young master look easily bullied?"

"Obviously not!"

"All go to hell and repent!"

Wang Zicheng’s fury flared, like a god of slaughter, recklessly venting his anger.

Notably.

During their escape not long ago, he burned half of his lifespan.

Though he seemed indifferent, he actually felt quite pained.

More crucial was the humiliating escape, which made him feel disrespected.

So now, he seeks tenfold, hundredfold revenge!

"Why does he seem different from before; did something happen previously?"

Looking at Wang Zicheng’s current state, the young strongman was full of doubts.

He knows Wang Zicheng too well.

And Wang Zicheng’s current appearance, he’s seen more than a few times before, clearly he has used that Forbidden Technique.

This means.

It was probably these people who forced him to use the Forbidden Technique.

Wang Zicheng killed in all directions while roaring, "Savage Bull, they’re all my prey, get out the way!"

"Bullshit!"

"They are grandpa’s prey!"

The young strongman cursed, with his five-meter tall frame exuding a world-ending aura, stomping in mid-air.

"Ah!!"

Two middle-aged men were crushed into meat pies, dying instantly, with incredibly brutal means!

"Bastard!"

Unwilling to be outdone, Wang Zicheng used a perfect auxiliary battle technique, rushed to a strong man’s front, and smashed his heart with one palm.

At the same time.

His clone also applied the same perfect auxiliary battle technique, killing one instantly!

"They’re simply two demons!"

"Run away!"

The remaining Nine-Star War Saints fled frantically, terrified out of their wits.

"Hehe!"

"Now you want to run? Isn’t it a bit too late."

Wang Zicheng sneered coldly, pursuing with his clone.

"Damn, you’re hunting grandpa’s prey, don’t blame grandpa for turning on you!"

The young strongman shouted angrily, chasing along with mysterious steps.

"This..."

"They both master perfect auxiliary battle techniques, who exactly are they?"

The white-haired old man watched with terror.

Young men from Qinghai, are they really this formidable?

Qin Feiyang sneered coldly, saying, "I said, the people you brought aren’t even enough to fill their teeth."

"Who are they, exactly?"

The white-haired old man turned abruptly to glare at Qin Feiyang, like a beast choosing its prey.

"It’s not important who they are; what’s important is if you don’t help, the trash you brought will all die."

Qin Feiyang mocked.

"No problem."

"Because you’ll accompany them to the grave!"

The white-haired old man rushed at Qin Feiyang in fury.

"Naive."

Qin Feiyang smirked, transformed into a beam, and shot into the waters below.

The white-haired old man followed into the sea.

But looking all around, Qin Feiyang’s figure was nowhere to be seen, like he vanished.

"Where is he?"

"Where’s he hiding?"

"Get out!"

The white-haired old man raged, his power swept in all directions, the calm sea suddenly surged with towering waves!

Ah!!!

At the same moment.

On the other side of the island, with three desperate screams, those Thirty-one Nine-Star War Saints were annihilated.

Bodies drifted in the void, blood dyed the sky red!

"Let’s continue our battle!"

The young strongman, without pause, immediately charged at Wang Zicheng.

"No time now."

Wang Zicheng tossed a word behind, then turned towards the sea where Qin Feiyang was.

"What’s happening?"

"Is he actually worrying?"

"This..."

"Is unbelievable, this selfish bastard actually worries about others, is this the same Wang Zicheng I know?"

The young strongman was stunned, then flew toward the sea.

Boom!

Splashes!

Right then.

The white-haired old man emerged from the water, eyes firmly locked on Wang Zicheng and the strongman.

His clothes fluttered, hair wildly waved.

Underneath him, the sea waves surged mightily.

He stood like a Demon King atop the waves, exuding an amazing aura of ferocity.

"This is bad."

"Run quickly!"

Wang Zicheng’s pupils contracted, immediately dismissing his clone, turning to escape.

The young strongman glanced at the old man’s gaze, feeling chilled, and fled with Wang Zicheng.

"You two will die!"

The white-haired old man shouted harshly, like an arrow, bursting forth.

Within a few blinks, he was barring the path of Wang Zicheng and the strongman.

They stopped abruptly in the void, watching the old man with faces dark as water.

"What to do?"

The young strongman asked quietly.

Wang Zicheng said, "What else can be done, use your Forbidden Technique."

The strongman raised an eyebrow, sneering, "Don’t you have Forbidden Technique too? Why not use it? Trying to trap grandpa!"

"Damn you!"

"If I could use it, would I beg you?"

Wang Zicheng raged.

"Hmm?"

The young strongman’s heart tensed, transmitting, "When can you use Forbidden Technique?"

Wang Zicheng said solemnly, "Not long ago, and it lasted for about fifty breaths."

The young robust man widened his eyes, exclaiming in shock and anger, "Fifty breaths, you really have no regard for your life!"

"Can you stop wasting time and quickly use your Forbidden Technique to get rid of him!"

Wang Zicheng shouted anxiously.

At that moment, speed was of the essence!

The white-haired old man pointed his index finger in the air, a brilliant Battle Intent emerged, carrying a piercing killing intent, roaring towards Wang Zicheng and the other.

"Damn it!"

"Looks like I’ll truly need to risk it all today!"

"Blood, ignite!"

The young robust man gritted his teeth, a crimson blood mist erupted from his body.

"Roar..."

Right after.

His five-meter-tall figure began to expand again, seemingly in great pain, letting out a beast-like roar.

However, the aura emanating from him surged crazily!

"Hmm?"

The white-haired old man looked surprised and suspicious, but his aged face soon twisted into a cold sneer, "The chasm between a War Emperor and a War Saint cannot be crossed, no matter how you struggle, no matter how hard you try, you can’t block this strike from me, after all, you’re just an ant."

Roar!!!

The young robust man ignored him completely, roaring continuously towards the sky.

His aura grew increasingly terrifying!

Finally.

His expanded body halted.

Yet at this moment, his burly frame had reached over a hundred more yards high, truly resembling a titan god descending!

"Old Bastard, you’re too arrogant!"

Immediately.

The young robust man punched down, just the fist alone was like a small mountain!

Boom!

Accompanied by a deafening thunderous sound, the white-haired old man’s Battle Intent was forcibly shattered by him.

"My God, this is truly Divine Power!"

On the surface of the sea.

A head surfaced.

It was Qin Feiyang.

Witnessing this scene, his eyes were filled with shock.

A Nine-Star War Saint obliterating a War Emperor’s Battle Intent with one punch, how terrifying must this power be!

The white-haired old man was also stunned, filled with disbelief!

"Is a War Emperor impressive? Anger me, and I can still extinguish you!"

The young robust man kicked directly at the white-haired old man, seemingly possessed by a demon, domineeringly overbearing!

"Then, let’s see!"

The white-haired old man sneered, swiftly soared upward, slamming a palm onto the sole of the young robust man’s foot.

The palm surged with Battle Intent, carrying unparalleled sharpness, instantly tearing apart the flesh at the sole of the young robust man’s foot.

Roar!

But this only further fueled the young robust man’s fighting spirit and fury.

He roared, stomping down with full force!

Suspended in the air, the white-haired old man was horrified to find he couldn’t withstand the force, continuously sinking down.

Moreover.

A strand of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth!

"How is this possible?"

Qin Feiyang’s eyes trembled.

This big fool actually managed to injure the white-haired old man?

At the moment, how strong must his power be?

"Heh heh."

"Even though we are both Nine-Star War Saints, when pushing to the limits, we can still kill a one-star War Emperor."

"Because we are the Qinghai Ten Acclaims, Kings of Qinghai, unbeatable!"

Wang Zicheng stood high in the sky, overlooking the white-haired old man, full of arrogant pride.

"What?"

Qin Feiyang’s heart trembled.

So these two are the Qinghai Ten Acclaims, no wonder they’re incredibly strong.

"I don’t care if you’re the Qinghai Ten Acclaims or Qinghai Ten Dogs, anyone who provokes me must die!"

The white-haired old man shouted fiercely.

His five fingers clenched into a fist, violently punching the sole of the young robust man’s foot.

Roar!

Bam!

The young robust man let out a pained howl, his massive body toppled down, crashing onto the island below.

Several towering mountain ridges were instantaneously leveled!

"Hmm?"

Wang Zicheng raised his eyebrows.

"Old Bastard, you’ve completely enraged me!"

The young robust man roared furiously, flipping over and leaping up, his fist, as mighty as a mountain, crazily pounded towards the white-haired old man.

"Ants remain ants."

"Even if you possess strength capable of contending with a War Emperor, as soon as I use a war technique, you’re just a weak chicken, easily defeated!"

The white-haired old man landed on the shattered ground, disdainfully looking at the two, while simultaneously forming seals with his hands in front of his chest, an astonishing aura emanated, clearly evolving some sort of war technique.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you ignoring me?"

Before the voice fell, a cold chuckle sounded from behind the white-haired old man.

"Hmm?"

"When did he get there?"

Qin Feiyang stared incredulously at Wang Zicheng.

Previously he was clearly still high above, how did he suddenly appear behind the white-haired old man?

And what’s more, clutching a dagger in hand, glistening ominously.

Yet when seeing the blood mist steaming off Wang Zicheng, he understood.

Wang Zicheng had also activated a Forbidden Technique!

But another issue arose.

Activating a Forbidden Technique usually requires the correct stance and incantations, right?

Yet earlier, Wang Zicheng didn’t seem to perform any preparation for them?

The white-haired old man was equally filled with disbelief.

This speed was ridiculously fast, even he hadn’t detected it?

"The Savage Bull is just a decoy; I’m the one who’s really here to take your life."

Wang Zicheng’s eyes surged with killing intent, the dagger in his hand directly plunged into the white-haired old man’s Qi Sea.

"Ah..."

The white-haired old man screamed in agony, his aged face full of hatred and unwillingness.

"Even if I die, I’ll drag you into hell with me!"

Though a War Emperor, even with his Qi Sea crippled and cultivation lost, he did not give up resisting.

Suddenly turning around, he slapped towards Wang Zicheng’s chest.

"Hey!"

Wang Zicheng grinned, subtly stepping back, retreating several yards.

The white-haired old man’s slap missed, losing balance underfoot, he stumbled to the ground, utterly pathetic.

"So strong!"

Qin Feiyang glanced at the white-haired old man, then at Wang Zicheng and the young robust man, the depths of his eyes filled with deep apprehension.