Cornered Beast

What if the person in bed isn't Sima Liang?

The Beast King thought for a moment and decided to confirm before taking action. If it wasn't Sima Liang, he would pretend nothing had happened and let it go, continuing to play the role of Wan Yebai. After all, this identity was too useful, and he really couldn't bear to abandon it unless he had the opportunity to eliminate a major enemy.

Moreover, the probability of a successful sneak attack is higher if you get closer before making your move.

Ignoring Si Jingyu's advice, the Beast King strode inside.

"Stop! Didn't I tell you? The injured person is in critical condition. Don't come in and disturb me while I'm treating him. Do you all have too much earwax blocking your ears?" Wu Xiu scolded without looking up.

"Excuse me."

The Beast King ignored her, pushed Wu Xiu away, and looked at the patient on the bed, where he saw an unfamiliar face.

Fortunately, I didn't rush into action.

"I apologize, I was just worried and offended you. I hope the divine physician will forgive me. I didn't know that Alliance Leader Sima was... no!"

A sudden thought flashed through the Beast King's mind. Since the other party had hired someone to impersonate Sima Liang, it was clearly to use him as bait to lure people in. Recalling Zheng Jingyuan and Si Jingyu's words and actions, they were clearly trying to mislead him into believing that the person lying in bed was the Heavenly Martial Alliance. In other words, they already suspected his identity!

A sense of crisis surged into his heart. The Beast King no longer cared about disguising his identity and planned to take a hostage first. Both Si Jingyu and Murong Wu were good candidates. But just as he was about to exert his strength, he suddenly felt a numbness in his body and his movements froze.

"The air is toxic!"

Holding a scalpel, her face smeared with blood, Wu Xiu pulled Murong Wu backward, chuckling maliciously, "Poison isn't just in the air, you know."

Boom!

The corpse on the hospital bed exploded!

Chapter 606 Trapped Beast

The Beast King Anye was blasted backward, and before it could land, two sword lights pierced through the air, one of which carried endless hatred.

"Beast King Anye, prepare to die!" Wan Ziqiu roared, his Sword Qi intensifying threefold.

The Beast King, whose body was invaded by the corpse poison, was unable to activate his Cultivation Body for the time being. His expression turned serious, and he sternly rebuked, "Ziqiu, what are you doing? This is incestuous and disrespectful! Do you even have any regard for me as your father?!"

Having been criticized and corrected by the same voices countless times in the past, Wan Ziqiu's will wavered, his body faltered, and a huge flaw appeared in his sword move.

The Beast King chuckled, dodging the Sword Qi as he reached out and grabbed Wan Ziqiu's wrist, which was holding the sword. He then flung Wan Ziqiu's wrist, causing it to collide with another Sword Qi. Both of them were knocked back at the same time, and the other person was none other than Zhou Anping.

Feeling both ashamed and enraged at being mocked in this way by the enemy, Wan Ziqiu shouted, "Shut up! You are not allowed to impersonate my father anymore!"

Green spots kept appearing on the Beast King's body, which was the effect of the strange corpse poison that had seeped into his body. He was surprised to find that this poison could make his Power of Anomalies sluggish and sluggish. It was clearly designed to suppress the Monster Race. He wondered how that woman had developed it.

Using the Evil-Slaying Sword Qi can indeed dispel the Evil-Slaying Sword Qi, but it is better suited for offense than defense, and its effect on expelling poison is very slow. According to Wan Yebai's memory, the Evil-Slaying Sword Art originally had a corresponding Internal Cultivation, once mastered, would make one immune to all poisons and even transform poison into Qi for one's own use. Unfortunately, the Evil-Slaying Sword School did not receive the corresponding inheritance.

Fortunately, he possessed Wan Yebai; otherwise, if he had been in his original Monster Race body, he would have been reduced to only 70 Cultivation Body before the battle even began, making it difficult to avoid defeat...

A flurry of thoughts flashed through his mind. The Beast King deliberately mimicked Wan Yebai's tone from his memories, and scolded, "You unfilial son, is this how you talk to your father?"

"You killed my father and then impersonated him to humiliate him. You deserve to die!" Wan Ziqiu was furious and brandished his sword to attack.

Zhou Anping quickly stopped him, saying, "Stop! He's deliberately trying to provoke you. Don't fall for his trick."

"After being provoked a few times, you even disown your own father. A dog would be more useful than you. I, Wan Yebai, don't have a son like you!" The Beast King continued to provoke him with words.

"Unforgivable... unforgivable!"

Even knowing the other party's purpose, Wan Ziqiu was still enraged and could no longer restrain himself. "The hatred for the murderer of my father is irreconcilable!"

He shoved Zhou Anping aside, unleashed his full power, and poured a large amount of True Qi into the Monster-Slaying Sword. In an instant, an electric dragon soared, and dazzling golden light shot straight into the sky, dispersing the clouds. Its magnificent power intimidated the demon god, and it slashed out with the force of thunder.

However, in the eyes of the Beast King Anye, who was also familiar with the Evil-Slaying Sword Art, this One Sword was powerful but lacked agility and was too rigid to break easily. It was full of flaws. Instantly, he flipped his right hand and the Demon-Slaying Sword fell into his palm.

"The Evil-Slaying Sword Art is too murderous, so one must hold back three-tenths of one's strength when striking, lest the sword's power be exhausted and one ends up in danger. Have you forgotten all the teachings I gave you in the past?"

The Beast King Anye thrust out his One Sword, cutting into the weakest point of Wan Ziqiu's sword strike. Like peeling skin, he stripped away the lightning wrapped around the surface of the Monster-Slaying Sword. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he gently cut open the wound and forced all the lightning power into his body.

"Ah..."

The Beast King let out a thoroughly comfortable groan, and wisps of green mist rose from its body, as the corpse poison within its body was being purified by the power of lightning.

Using the Evil-Slaying Sword Art to eliminate the strange corpse poison was the most effective method the Beast King could think of. If there were no enemies present, stabbing himself with One Sword would also be a brilliant idea, but obviously the other party wouldn't just stand by and watch. Therefore, he simply decided to use Wan Ziqiu's One Sword to detoxify himself.

Seeing this, Wan Ziqiu knew he had been used. His anger intensified, and he raised his sword to the sky, unleashing Sword Qi that shot into the air and transformed into a sword array that brought down endless Sword Qi.

"Ten Thousand Swords Heavenly Dipper!"

Seeing this, Zhou Anping, though aware that the timing was wrong, could not allow Wan Ziqiu to face the Beast King Anye alone. He immediately unleashed his holy light, which shone brightly, and launched a pincer attack on the Beast King Anye from the other side.

"The Evil-Warding Sacred Might!"

Facing the two attackers, the Beast King chuckled and slashed at them with the Demon-Slaying Sword -Slaying Sword. It looked like a casual diagonal or vertical slash, but it was like a master's ink painting, outlining a timeless masterpiece with just a few strokes, exuding a sense of effortless mastery.

The Evil-Slaying Sword Art is originally a fierce and powerful style, but the Beast King's sword strikes are as light and agile as a butterfly. After the sword is drawn, the blade fades and disappears completely halfway through its journey. The Sword Qi energy transforms into a gust of wind, and the wind becomes an extension of the sword.

Zhou Anping's Evil-Warding Palm seemed to have struck an invisible barrier, blocking him from entering the Beast King even when he was still a foot away. He could no longer squeeze in even half an inch. He instinctively sensed the danger, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly retreated. He felt a gentle breeze brushing against his neck, bringing a cool sensation. A narrow bloodstain slowly appeared on his neck—fortunately, he retreated in time and only injured his skin.

On the other side, the overwhelming Ten Thousand Swords Heavenly Dipper melted and dissipated like snow meeting the scorching sun, while the invisible sword wind continued to press towards Wan Ziqiu.

This single move alone demonstrates that the Beast King Anye's mastery of the Evil-Slaying Sword Art Technique far surpasses that of the two present. Even Wan Yebai would have to admit defeat, and in the history of the Evil-Slaying Sword School, only a handful of people could rival him.

"Impossible! Your Swordsmanship is even better than my father's... How could this be!"

Forced to retreat by the sword wind, Wan Ziqiu was unwilling to give up and did not retreat as decisively as Zhou Anping, resulting in his arms being cut and bleeding profusely, with many deep wounds exposing the bone.

"Nothing is impossible. I've been studying the Evil-Slaying Sword Art for nearly a hundred years. All of you combined haven't spent as long as I've dedicated to it. Taking over Wan Yebai's body merely gave me an opportunity to transform theory into practice. I've put in more effort than you, so isn't it only natural that I'm stronger than you?"