Father and Son

"Asura Pardons Buddha!"

No longer a genuine Buddhist School technique, but a move of Asura, Ying Zhou fully activated the power of his bloodline and slashed out with his sword. The incomparable sword energy was like a raging torrent splitting the shore, a monstrous wave swallowing a boat, surging and spewing out incessantly. The air shattered inch by inch, exploding one after another, creating visible shockwaves, and forcibly cleaved through the torrent of Torrent of the Jie Gou.

With two clangs, the demonic blade severed the two Demon Blades. Its momentum was not yet exhausted, and it continued to strike Jie Gou's chest. The terrifying blade energy intertwined and surged, causing a series of explosions. Jie Gou was struck as if by lightning, and his body was sent flying backward uncontrollably. His toes drew two thin ravines several meters long on the ground when he hit the ground. After stopping his retreat, he bent over and vomited a mouthful of blood.

If it weren't for the black carapace covering the Jie Gou's body, this strike would have been fatal!

"The Mountain Ghost Cries in the Wind and Rain!"

Xia Guanxue's attack followed closely behind Ying Zhou's. Although it was their first time working together, their coordination was incredibly smooth. The sound of swords whistling and mountain spirits howling filled the air. The Ghostly Gloom Sword Qi transformed into a night breeze, gentle yet carrying a lingering murderous intent.

Helpless, Jie Gou could only forcibly suppress the chaotic energy within his body and once again unleash his Yao Qi. His figure spun in mid-air, darting and flashing like a ghost, but he was still inevitably struck on the arm by the sword wind. Instantly, his black armor shattered and fluttered like a butterfly.

However, Ying Zhou's previous strike was too domineering, and Jie Gou could not withstand it. This time, he successfully borrowed the force and was about to take the opportunity to retreat and escape when he suddenly felt his internal energy become chaotic and his poisonous blood boil. He seemed to lose control of his body, his limbs became numb, and he squatted down on the ground.

"How could this be!"

Before Jie Gou could figure out the reason, Ying Zhou slashed out with his sword, the blade flashing past his neck, and his body stiffened.

The next moment, blood gushed out like a fountain, lifting a head with its eyes wide open in death high into the air.

"You think you can get away with this now that you've offended me?"

Ying Zhou chuckled at the corpse, then turned to Murong Wu and asked, "How are your injuries?"

"It's alright, it's just a minor internal injury caused by the surge of Qi and Blood. I'll be fine after some time to regulate my breathing."

Ying Zhou nodded, then questioned Xia Guanxue with dissatisfaction, "What's going on? You can't even protect one person. You have to wait until someone is injured before you make a move. Would it kill you to act sooner?"

Xia Guanxue glanced at it and tossed out, "How childish." She was too lazy to explain the timing of her attack.

"Hey, hey, hey, what kind of attitude is that? This is your savior. Forget about repaying a small favor tenfold, at least show some courtesy. What's with that sour face?"

Xia Guanxue did not respond, but instead asked Murong Wu, "Did you poison that demon?"

"To be precise, it was a catalyst. The other party had accumulated a deadly poison in their body, and ordinary poisons were ineffective against them. So I used their scheme against them and, based on the toxins extracted from your body, created a drug that could catalyze a dramatic change in the toxins, like dropping a drop of water into boiling oil, causing the other party to suffer the consequences of their own actions."

Xia Guanxue praised, "A very clever idea."

Feeling greatly displeased at being ignored, Ying Zhou reached out and grabbed the other man's collar, his angry eyes meeting the cold stares of the other man.

Murong Wu quickly stepped forward to mediate. "No, no fighting! This is not the time for infighting. We should hurry and catch up with the group, or it will be too late."

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out. "Wrong, it's too late."

A figure streaked across the darkness. Ying Zhou and Xia Guanxue's expressions changed simultaneously, and they swung their weapons to strike. However, the opponent paid no heed, letting the swords and blades slash at his back. With the sound of metal clashing, he accelerated forward and rushed to Murong Wu's side in the blink of an eye, knocking him unconscious with a single palm strike.

Ying Zhou roared, "Who are you? Put him down right now!"

"My son, don't you recognize your father?"

The other party slowly turned around. It was Qin Wujun, the father of Ying Zhou. His clothes were instantly shattered by the impact of the sword Sword Qi, revealing his metallic skin, making him look completely inhuman.

As if encountering a natural enemy, Ying Zhou reflexively took a step back, suppressing his inner fear, and gritted his teeth, asking, "Why are you here?"

Qin Wujun smiled and said, "Of course, it's to give you your last lesson in life, to correct your wrong path."

He glanced at Murong Wu, whom he was holding, and said, "If you want to save him, come with me." With that, he quickly left with the man in his arms.

Ying Zhou hesitated for a moment, then used his lightness skill to give chase.

Chapter 673 Father and Son

On the balcony, Xing Daozhuang stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the clouds gathered on the horizon as if they were soaked in blood, showing a faint red hue. A milky white mist permeated the streets and alleys, enveloping the city. Although the sun was not yet visible, it exuded a burning aura.

Although Xing Daozhuang saw a scene of peace and prosperity, what was reflected in his pupils was a hellish scene of clashing swords, galloping horses, and the slaughter of humans and demons.

"The war has begun..."

Suddenly, the area next to Xing Daozhuang dimmed and turned pitch black, as if darkness had gathered together. In an instant, a figure emerged from the darkness—it was Ming Nether Lord of the Heaven-Defying Society.

He first bowed to Xing Daozhuang, then said with a smile, "I didn't expect Your Excellency Thunder King to have such leisure and refined tastes. Would you like me to accompany you for tea?"

Xing Daozhuang didn't even bother to look at him, and said angrily, "Speak quickly if you have something to say!"

"Alas, Thunder King remains as ruthless as ever towards his friends; with such a temper, he'll never make any friends."

Nether Lord didn't take it seriously, and with a smile, he took out a piece of paper and handed it to Xing Daozhuang, saying, "As agreed, we will nominate you to be the commander-in-chief of the allied forces. After all, you already did it more than ten years ago, so it shouldn't be difficult for you to take office again. At least we believe we are 90% confident."

Xing Daozhuang took the paper, glanced at it, and sneered, "Is the list of those who sacrificed their lives on this paper?"

"Some are, but others are those we want to observe. If they pass the test, they will be recruited, after all, organizations always need to absorb fresh blood." Nether Lord stared at Xing Daozhuang, extending an olive branch, "If Your Excellency Thunder King is willing, you can also join us, and no test is required. I am willing to be your guarantor for membership."

"No need. We're on different paths, and conflict between us is inevitable sooner or later."

"But before that, there's still room for us to work together, isn't there?"

Xing Daozhuang didn't bother to reply. After glancing at the names on the paper, he rubbed his hands together, and with a flash of electricity, turned the list into ashes.

"It seems you intend to see your guest out. What a pity, I was hoping to catch up with Thunder King."

Nether Lord chuckled, the space around him darkened, and his figure gradually disappeared, about to vanish.

Xing Daozhuang suddenly spoke up and asked, "During our last meeting, you made a request to know why the King of Monsters can only be killed by his own blood relatives. What was your purpose?"

"It's nothing, just a new member who wants to know how to pass on his bloodline power to his offspring. Others in the organization are also interested in this topic, so we wanted to find a way by studying the King of Monsters's Cultivation Body. That's why we asked for a vial of Moth Emperor's blood when we met at the last meeting."

Nether Lord bowed to Xing Daozhuang again and said with a smile, "Please rest assured, Thunder King, we have no intention of harming you. After all, under the Eternal Barrier, the King of Monsters' immortal body no longer exists. Even if we wanted to make a move, there would be no need to target his blood relatives."