The Newborn Beast

As he spoke, the Beast King Anye threw a punch at Zhou Anping, the powerful force of which forced him back again, rendering him temporarily unable to intervene in the battle. Then, he merged with his sword, transforming into a sharp and swift sword light, and charged towards Wan Ziqiu with unstoppable momentum.

He was still wary of Wan Ziqiu's blood relation. Even though Wan Ziqiu's strength posed no threat to him, he would never allow Wan Ziqiu to live in the world, even if it was only a one in ten thousand chance.

"Ill-Fated and Untimely!"

The Beast King Anye's One Sword was both swift and powerful. The space itself seemed to shrink to its limit under its One Sword; just a moment ago it was several feet away, and the next moment it was right in front of him.

The sword light was sharp and cold, like a clear spring flowing out. It was cold and murderous. This One Sword had the shadow of "All Evils Fall Silent, All Wickedness Perishes". It seemed to freeze time and space, but its power was not that great and it did not freeze anyone.

A chill ran through Wan Ziqiu's heart, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. The One Sword had come too fast, leaving him no time to react. Before the blade even reached him, his robes were already torn open, and blood seeped out, staining his Baiyi red. The shadow of death quickly loomed over his heart.

Am I going to die here before I can avenge my father?

The thought of grief and indignation had just arisen when a blade suddenly pierced through the air from behind Wan Ziqiu, intercepting the sharp edge at the last second.

"I've arrived just in time. I apologize, because the Glazed Temple sent over some weapons, and I was getting familiar with their new functions, so I was a little delayed. Luckily, it wasn't too late."

The savior was none other than Si Ming. He swung his sword with all his might, unleashing his divine power, and immediately forced the Beast King Anye back.

"Heavenly Martial Alliance Sima Liang, today's scheme was indeed orchestrated by you," the Beast King said, narrowing his eyes. "I'm very curious how you discovered my identity, considering we've never even met."

Si Ming didn't want to reveal Wan Ziling's existence, but not answering would only make her overthink, so he changed the truth. "Wan Yebai told me. Not long ago, I participated in the Zhongyuan Festival, and coincidentally, the gates of the Ghost Gate. I saw Wan Yebai's soul, and after that, it's not hard to deduce. Once you have the result, it's easy to find clues by working backward. I asked Zheng Jingyuan and others, and they all vaguely sensed something disharmonious about you, but they didn't think in that direction. Even if they subconsciously felt something was wrong, they wouldn't take it to heart."

The Beast King sighed, "So that's how it is. Such coincidences do happen in this world. It seems my luck isn't so good. That Wan Yebai, even in death he's causing me trouble. I should have nipped him in the bud before he grew up."

"You--"

Wan Ziqiu was about to retaliate angrily for disrespecting his deceased father when Si Ming pressed his shoulder down and pushed him back down.

"You're not in the scene right now. Stand aside and wait patiently. Your job is to deliver the final blow and kill him completely. Only you, as his only blood relative, can do that. If you really want to avenge your father and not be criticized as a 'tiger father,' then learn to be patient. If you can't be patient, then stab One Sword."

Wan Ziqiu fell silent, then he actually stabbed himself with his One Sword, and then silently retreated to the side, staring at the Beast King Anye with murderous intent.

"What a terrifying look. This is the first time I've felt such a clear threat of real death. It makes me really uneasy. Maybe it would be better for me to commit suicide now?"

Although the Beast King said this, he focused all his attention on Si Ming and paid no attention to Wan Ziqiu.

"Your self-identification is confused. It seems Wan Yebai's memories have had a significant impact on you. I'm curious, if you keep possessing other people's bodies and absorbing their memories, will you still be yourself in the end?"

The Beast King paused for a moment, then said solemnly, "What you said makes some sense. I really hadn't considered this issue... But as long as I am invincible and don't try to possess others, like killing you, then no one in the world can threaten me!"

"It's not bad to feel valued, but it also shows that your vision is still a bit narrow. For example, I don't consider you my nemesis, nor do I believe that killing you will bring me peace for the rest of my life. I will definitely encounter stronger opponents and fight against more powerful figures in the future. That's what makes life interesting. As for being invincible... that's a goal only a weak person would pursue!"

Si Ming chuckled lightly, gaining the upper hand in terms of momentum through verbal exchange.

The Beast King Anye opened its mouth to refute, but Si Ming would not give it a chance. He immediately seized the opportunity to strike, and an overwhelming killing intent surged forth, like a tidal wave rushing towards his opponent. Within ten feet, the grass, trees, and leaves were stirred by the killing intent and rustled loudly.

"Ill-Fated and Untimely!"

Space was compressed to its limit, and the Crimson Scorpion Evil Saber pierced through the void, its aggressive edge aimed directly at the Beast King Anye.

How come you know this move too?

The Beast King looked astonished, but fortunately his reaction was not slowed down at all. The Demon-Slaying Sword spun around, and with a flowing blue light, it parried the crescent-shaped scimitar. The blades clashed, and sparks flew. Due to the difference in strength, the Beast King was knocked back once again.

"Is it strange that they know this move? I've also learned the Evil-Slaying Sword Art, and the other two here have also learned it..." Thinking of this, Si Ming suddenly became puzzled, "Thinking about it, the Evil-Slaying Sword Art isn't very valuable, so how come everyone knows it?"

The Beast King, undeterred by the shift in topic, said, "This move is one I created myself; it wasn't in the original sword manual."

"I see, no wonder I was a bit rusty when I made my move," Si Ming chuckled, speaking in a teasing tone. "The reason I know this move is simple: I saw you use it once, so I learned it."

"How could such a thing be possible!"

Having just looked down on Wan Ziqiu, the Beast King was now being looked down upon himself; he found this contrast difficult to accept.

"To mediocre people, the things geniuses can do are beyond their comprehension."

Si Ming plunged the Crimson Scorpion Evil Saber into the ground, then spun his palm, gathering the dust on the ground into a stone sword. He then unleashed the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique, engaging in Swordsmanship with the Beast King Anye. Instantly, Sword Qi flowed out in all directions, ringing out and interlocking, like halos of light clashing with thunder. The impact was dull and tragic.

The Beast King Anye's Swordsmanship remained effortless, making a set of Demon-Slaying Evil-Slaying Sword Art, which should have been as sharp as an eagle swooping down to pounce, appear as graceful as a butterfly flitting about. It was a manifestation of transforming extreme strength into gentleness. It would be extremely difficult to reach such a level unless one had mastered the Evil-Slaying Sword Art to the point of complete freedom.

Si Ming's swordplay remained as fierce and domineering as ever, without any surprises. His stone sword was no match for the Demon-Slaying Sword. Every time they clashed, cracks would appear on the blade, but they would heal in the blink of an eye. Moreover, each time the blade healed, it would solidify a bit, like iron that had been constantly hammered, becoming more and more refined.

Si Ming concentrated all his energy and spirit into the stone sword. The sword followed his will, and his will followed the sword. Mind and intention merged. The long sword was like him, going forward without turning back. His sword moves became simpler, purer, and more unrestrained. The stone sword in his hand became more and more indestructible. Each time it collided with the Demon-Slaying Sword, the cracks it caused became smaller and less noticeable.

"You said you've been studying this Swordsmanship for over a hundred years; that perseverance is truly commendable, considering I've only been learning it for less than fifty days."

Faced with Si Ming's sword moves, which were almost identical to Si Ming's, the Beast King Anye knew exactly where the weakness was, but he couldn't exploit it because the opponent was too strong!

During their last encounter, he knew that Si Ming was very strong, especially when he unleashed his full power, which was enough to crush him. But today, when they fought again, he was surprised to find that Si Ming's power was 60 to 70% stronger than last time. He didn't even need to unleash his full power; he could suppress him even in his normal state!

Chapter 607 The Newborn Beast

One Sword Si Ming's sword strikes unleashed a powerful and fierce momentum, filled with an indomitable and courageous spirit. The tide rises and falls, but he seems to never tire. One Sword strike accumulates the residual sword momentum of the One Sword, and after layering on top of each other, it expands like a snowball. Although he did not unleash his ultimate move "All Demons and Ghosts", he possessed the same skill.

After a hundred moves, the power of the Sword-Ray's edge and the strength of its momentum had reached an astonishing level, perfectly demonstrating the ferocity and domineering nature of the Evil-Slaying Sword Art.

At first, Si Ming relied on his superior strength to suppress the Beast King Anye, using force to overcome skill and hardness to subdue softness. However, as his sword momentum increased, he gradually reduced his strength. When he was on par with the Beast King Anye, he still firmly suppressed his opponent.

"The Evil-Slaying Sword Art emphasizes momentum; moves and techniques are secondary. The will to slay evil is unwavering, even unto death. Ghostly Monsters will be slaughtered. You've chosen the path of extreme hardness leading to softness, which is a wrong path from the start. After studying for over a hundred years, is this all you've come to?"

Si Ming laughed loudly, and his Sword Qi suddenly erupted, a mixture of illusion and reality. At times, it surged like the Yangtze River, whipping up wave after wave of giant waves; at other times, it materialized into thousands of silver snakes, slithering across the sky. With each breath, its sharpness was unstoppable. Even its feints were filled with a powerful sense of oppression.

The Beast King Anye could no longer maintain the formless state of his sword wind, and the Demon-Slaying Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand was forced to appear. At this point, even the concept of "extreme hardness giving way to softness" was no longer possible. His moves became chaotic, and he barely managed to block three swords before his tiger's mouth was pierced by One Sword. The sword immediately slipped from his hand, and although he managed to retreat in time, several holes were still pierced in his body.

Si Ming tossed the stone sword aside, caught the Demon-Slaying Sword that had just fallen to the ground, and pointed it at the Beast King Anye: "A demon-slaying divine weapon, in the hands of a demon like you, is merely a pearl covered in dust."

The Beast King retreated several steps, his wounds healing at a visible speed. Now possessing a human body, he was no longer afraid of the Evil-Slaying Sword Intent. However, this time he did not lose because of the Evil-Slaying Sword Intent's restraining effect, but simply because of his sword technique; he was simply outmatched.