Immortal God of War-Chapter 960 - 915: The Order for Execution!

When the portal dissipated, Elder Yi looked at the mysterious lady and the middle-aged man and smiled faintly, "It’s your first time in the Great Qin Empire, isn’t it? How about taking a look around?"

Both the mysterious lady and the middle-aged man appeared extremely enigmatic.

If they stayed, he certainly couldn’t concentrate on restoring his Divine Power.

The mysterious lady glanced at Elder Yi indifferently and said to the middle-aged man, "Since we’re not welcome here, let’s not stay and bore ourselves. Let’s go!"

The middle-aged man nodded.

Swish!!

The two soared into the sky, transforming into a stream of light and quickly disappearing over the horizon.

After watching them disappear, Elder Yi’s eyes flashed with insight, and he landed on a mountaintop with the First and Second Patriarchs of the Mu Family.

"Stand guard for me and keep an eye on the surroundings."

Elder Yi instructed them briefly, then sat cross-legged on the ground, opening his pores to absorb the Essence from the world, beginning to restore his Divine Power.

...

That afternoon!

An explosive piece of news spread like wildfire in the Imperial Capital.

In three days, at noon, Qin Feiyang will be taken to the central square of the first district and beheaded in public!

How could this be?

The Imperial Capital, yet to calm down, boiled over once more.

People were shocked, finding it hard to believe.

Since the establishment of the Great Qin Empire, never before had a son of the Emperor been publicly executed.

Qin Feiyang will be the first!

Of course.

Public executions had happened before, but typically for unforgivable fugitives.

And to trace back to the root cause of Qin Feiyang’s killings of various Princes, it was merely an internal family matter of the royal household. Was a public execution necessary?

Moreover.

Even though Qin Feiyang had been stripped of his title, the royal blood flowing through his veins was undeniable. The Emperor wasn’t supposed to be so heartless.

However.

After many inquiries, people found out the order was directly from the Emperor himself!

The populace was utterly incredulous.

Just how much did this supreme ruler despise Qin Feiyang!

...

At dusk!

A young man in black entered the divine prison.

This man had an imposing appearance, standing seven feet tall, like a robust pine. He held a folding fan, exuding an air of elegance.

A small sword emblem adorned his chest, marking him as a Temple Disciple.

He stood before the tower gate, gazing silently at the deserted corridor.

After a moment.

He took a deep breath and said softly, "Qin Feiyang, come out for a chat?"

After a short while, Qin Feiyang appeared.

"You still dare to seek me out?"

He scrutinized the young man in black, a touch of unyielding killing intent in his eyes.

Because this man was Zhuge Mingyang!

Zhuge Mingyang fanned himself slowly, smiling faintly, "You’re a captive now, what should I be afraid of?"

Swish!

Before the words settled.

Qin Feiyang had already appeared right in front of Zhuge Mingyang.

The distance between them was less than half a meter.

Qin Feiyang smirked, "Even as a captive, I can still kill you."

"Really?"

"So confident; why not try then?"

Zhuge Mingyang stood as firm as a mountain, with not the slightest hint of retreat, yet a trace of mockery adorned his face.

Qin Feiyang extended his arm, reaching for Zhuge Mingyang’s head.

Boom!

Zhuge Mingyang sneered in disdain.

The next moment.

A terrifying oppression surged forth from his body, pouncing towards Qin Feiyang.

"Hmm?"

Qin Feiyang was startled and quickly retreated.

This oppression actually carried the Saint Prestige!

"Come on!"

Zhuge Mingyang taunted slowly, fanning himself leisurely while gazing contemptuously at Qin Feiyang.

Qin Feiyang steadied himself and scrutinized Zhuge Mingyang before realizing, "No wonder you’re so fearless, you’ve broken through to War Saint."

"Surprised?"

Zhuge Mingyang asked with a smirk.

Qin Feiyang shook his head.

Given Zhuge Mingyang’s talent, it wasn’t surprising at all that he had broken through to War Saint in these few years.

But!

If Zhuge Mingyang thought that breaking through to War Saint gave him the right to be arrogant before him, then he was gravely mistaken!

With a thought, Qin Feiyang summoned the Double-winged Snow Eagle, "Kill him!"

"No problem."

The Double-winged Snow Eagle chuckled, unleashing a terrifying Saint Prestige.

"Saint Beast!"

Zhuge Mingyang’s smile froze instantly, a hint of panic rising in his eyes.

Although he was now a one-star War Saint, the aura emanating from this Snow Eagle surpassed his by far!

Clearly.

Its cultivation was far beyond his!

"Kid, opposing Qin Feiyang was the biggest mistake of your life."

The Double-winged Snow Eagle grinned cruelly as it darted towards Zhuge Mingyang, its pupils radiating a chilling gleam!

Zhuge Mingyang retreated in panic.

"Qin Feiyang, if you dare to kill Zhuge Mingyang, today will be the day you die!"

At this moment.

A voice filled with murderous intent echoed from outside.

The owner of the voice was the old man in black robes guarding outside.

Qin Feiyang raised an eyebrow and shouted to the Double-winged Snow Eagle, "Come back!"

The Double-winged Snow Eagle, also annoyed, glanced at the gate and quickly retreated to Qin Feiyang’s side.

Zhuge Mingyang finally breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

Qin Feiyang looked at him indifferently and said, "I thought you were impressive, but it turns out you’re just so-so."

The mockery in his words was undisguised.

Zhuge Mingyang was somewhat infuriated out of shame, but suddenly seemed to recall something, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

He laughed, "Do you know why I came to see you today?"

Qin Feiyang remained silent.

"I’m here to tell you that today His Majesty has ordered that in three days at noon, you will be executed in the central square of the First District as a public display."

"In other words, you only have three days left."

Zhuge Mingyang smirked.

"Boom!"

Hearing this, Qin Feiyang felt as if struck by a thunderbolt, his body and mind both trembling.

They actually want to execute him as a public display?

"To be ordered for execution by your own father, it must be hard on your heart, right?"

Zhuge Mingyang taunted.

This sentence undoubtedly sprinkled salt on Qin Feiyang’s wound.

Qin Feiyang painfully closed his eyes, clenching his hands tightly.

Due to excessive force, his nails had pierced the flesh of his palms.

Drip!!!

Blood dripped down, splattering on the ground, creating blooming patterns.

"Although my talent is not as good as yours, there’s one thing I have better than you."

"I have a father who loves me."

"No matter what I want, he would go to any lengths to give it to me."

"From childhood till now, he hasn’t even scolded me once, let alone ordered my execution."

"Frankly, sometimes I really feel sorry for you."

"Think of the past, you were born as the favored child of the Imperial Capital, adorned with love, even snatching away my title of the first prodigy."

"Even though you were young, you were already an idol in the hearts of countless people."

"But now, you’ve fallen to this point, like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouting to beat you..."

Zhuge Mingyang said with a chuckle, his words filled with immense satisfaction.

"So now, you’ve come to enjoy my misfortune?"

Qin Feiyang finally opened his eyes, the pain between his brows had vanished, replaced by calmness.

"Huh?"

Zhuge Mingyang was surprised. He calmed down so quickly?

Qin Feiyang continued, "Did you think upon hearing your words, I would howl in unwillingness, roar in anger?"

Zhuge Mingyang didn’t answer, but his expression said it all.

Qin Feiyang calmly said, "If that’s really what you thought, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed, because I’ve seen through all of this long ago."

"Seen through?"

Zhuge Mingyang mocked, "You know in your heart whether you’ve truly seen through it."

"Hehe."

Qin Feiyang chuckled lightly and said, "Don’t always talk about me; let’s talk about you. Don’t you think you’re also pitiful?"

Zhuge Mingyang laughed, "I have a perfect family and extraordinary talent. What’s pitiful about that?"

"Really?"

"Then tell me, why did you work yourself to the bone for the Eldest Prince back then?"

Qin Feiyang said playfully.

Zhuge Mingyang raised an eyebrow.

"Shall I tell you why?"

"It’s all because of power and status."

"No matter how talented you are, or how strong your power, in the face of the ultimate imperial power, you have to bow your head humbly."

"To put it simply,"

"No matter how much you struggle, you won’t escape the fate of being a servant in this lifetime."

Qin Feiyang laughed.

Zhuge Mingyang’s gaze darkened, as if Qin Feiyang had indeed hit a nerve.

"A servant should have the awareness of a servant."

"Even though I’m no longer a Prince, I’m inherently superior to you."

"Do you know why?"

"Because I have the Bloodline Power of the first emperor flowing in my veins, something you’ll never match."

Qin Feiyang chuckled.

He knew Zhuge Mingyang had a strong sense of pride, and hearing these words would certainly drive him mad with rage.

Sure enough!

Zhuge Mingyang’s face grew darker, and his eyes even exuded intense killing intent.

"Heh heh."

Seeing this.

The Double-winged Snow Eagle chuckled, its eyes gleaming with unbridled schadenfreude, and taunted, "Anything else you want to say? We’re all ears."

Zhuge Mingyang cast a gloomy glance at man and eagle, then suddenly laughed, "Laugh all you want, after all, you don’t have much time left."

"Moreover, after you’re dead, I’ll be sure to take good ’care’ of your friends."

Saying this, he added, with a cold smile in his eyes, emphasizing the word ’care’ especially before turning and leaving.

Qin Feiyang narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "If you dare lay a finger on my friends, I’ll have your entire Zhuge family buried with them. Also, I’m not necessarily going to die."

"Let’s wait and see then!"

Zhuge Mingyang left without looking back, smiling as he left the Prison of the Gods.

Not necessarily going to die?

What a naive statement.

No one’s ever survived once the emperor has ordered their execution.

Watching as the stone gate slowly closed, a cold gleam flickered in Qin Feiyang’s eyes, and he headed towards the ancient castle with the Double-winged Snow Eagle.

Inside the ancient castle.

Lu Hong and others looked at him with concern.

Qin Feiyang smiled faintly and said, "Don’t worry, such a minor setback won’t defeat me."

The group exchanged glances, the worry in their hearts only deepening.

This might be believable if someone else said it.

But they knew Qin Feiyang too well.

Despite Qin Feiyang’s nonchalant demeanor, he must be very upset inside.

However, they said nothing more, giving Qin Feiyang some quiet time.