Full-scale war

Si Huaruo realized something was wrong and tried to dissuade him, but the enraged Ying Zhou had already unleashed his demonic blade. The thunderous energy emitted a dazzling white light, piercing through the sky and tearing through the darkness, just like the wrath of the Thunder God, who brought down thousands of thunderbolts, dominating the heavens and the earth.

Qin Wujun neither dodged nor evaded, nor did he offer any defense. Instead, he stood tall and faced the demonic blade head-on, allowing the sharp blade to pierce through his body.

"What you up to!"

Ying Zhou tried to draw his sword, but was firmly held by the other party's one arm.

"Hahaha, my son, accept my legacy!"

Qin Wujun activated the Secret Method of bloodline inheritance, intending to transfer all of his bloodline power to Ying Zhou. In this way, the Asura Bloodline within Ying Zhou would go berserk and become just like him.

Behind Qin Wujun, a bloodthirsty and tyrannical image of Asura appeared, radiating madness. Streams of scarlet True Essence surged from his dantian, winding along his arms and entangling Ying Zhou's body, seeping into him through his pores. Ying Zhou's face gradually twisted, becoming ferocious, as if he was about to succumb to madness...

"Sorry, I'm not your son."

With those cold words, the Yin Qi suddenly dissipated, and the black mist melted away as if it were ice and snow under the scorching sun. Ying Zhou's figure swayed, and the crimson True Essence that had been wrapped around him suddenly collapsed, just like a circuit with the wrong electrodes connected, causing a short circuit.

Qin Wujun looked closely and saw that the person holding the demonic blade was not Ying Zhou, but Xia Guanxue!

His pupils suddenly contracted. He looked around and discovered that the illusion array he had set up earlier had been restarted at some point, and it had been modified, making it seem ambiguous, so much so that he hadn't noticed it at first.

"... When did you activate the formation?"

"Why should a dying man say more?"

Xia Guanxue struck out with her palm, sending Qin Wujun flying. She then drew her demonic blade, drawing out a spray of blood.

Perhaps due to the metallic body, the blood was ice-cold, devoid of any temperature.

After striking out with this palm, Xia Guanxue's face turned as pale as paper, and he saw stars. He had severely overdrawn his internal Primal Qi. His legs gave way, and he fell backward. Murong Wu quickly stepped forward to support him, gave him a pill, and channeled his True Qi into him.

Xia Guanxue turned to look at Ying Zhou, panting, and said stubbornly, "I repay your kindness."

Ying Zhou snorted, offering no reply. He stepped forward to Qin Wujun's side, looking down at him from his superior position, and asked, "Do you have any last words?"

Blood rushed back into his mouth, and Qin Wujun coughed a few times with a smile, spitting out the blood from his throat. He slowly said, "Although my plan failed, you are my son... my blood flows in your veins, and sooner or later you will become... like me."

Ying Zhou looked at the other person with an expression of anger and pity, and said, "I will never become like you, because you have no family, but I do."

"Family?"

"Yes, although we're not related by blood, they're more trustworthy than blood relatives. They can use tricks to guide me onto the right path, and they can also teach me principles with strict words and a ruler. They've also made me understand the responsibility and duty of being an older brother... These are things that someone like you will never understand."

After a pause, Ying Zhou continued, "I used to be afraid of you, but not anymore, because you are just a pathetic wretch living in your own mental world, both hateful and pitiful."

Qin Wujun's eyes were unfocused. He struggled to raise his hand and opened his mouth as if to say something, but only a series of blood bubbles appeared. Finally, his body stiffened, and he said nothing as his arm fell heavily back down.

Ying Zhou stared at the other person silently for a long while before bending down, reaching out to close their eyes. Then he picked up the Conquest Demon Saber and said softly, "I accept your legacy."

At this moment, he felt the last shackle binding him being released, and his body and mind became incredibly relaxed, as if he could ascend to immortality at any moment. At the same time, he vaguely touched the edge of "wielding the killing blade with a compassionate heart".

"... Let's go."

Ying Zhou addressed the crowd.

Murong Wu glanced at the corpse and asked, "Didn't you bury your father...?"

"No need. If I can become food for wild beasts, it will be my father's final contribution to this world."

By acknowledging that the other party was his father, Ying Zhou proved that he had completely let go of his resentment.

No one objected anymore, and they turned to leave. However, they had another argument before leaving because Ying Zhou didn't want Murong Wu to carry Xia Guanxue, while Xia Guanxue didn't want Ying Zhou to carry her. In the end, Ying Zhou knocked Xia Guanxue unconscious with the hilt of his sword, thus resolving the issue.

Not long after everyone left, a figure emerged; it was Si Ming.

"'Playing tricks to guide me onto the right path'—that's not me, is it? That brat, he can't even say anything nice!"

Enraged, Si Ming threw the Demon Beast's corpse far into the sky.

He arrived at the scene long ago, but seeing that Ying Zhou and the others seemed to be able to solve the problem on their own, he did not take action, after all, this enemy was of great significance to Ying Zhou.

But Si Ming wasn't idle either. If he hadn't been guarding the perimeter, a whole bunch of Demon Beast would have rushed into the battlefield and caused chaos.

"The Demon Marshal is dead, the Demon Beast are out of control, breaking through is no longer a problem, it's time to go back."

Chapter 675 Total War

Although it is unclear how the ranks of the Demon Race army are divided, after the Demon Marshal was killed by Si Ming, it was obvious that a few Demon General could not control so many Demon Beasts, and they quickly became a disorganized mess.

With Ying Zhou and Si Huaruo's strength, even when they were surrounded by a combined army of Demon Beast before, they were able to break through the encirclement with their people, let alone now. After losing their leader's orders, the Demon Beast also regained their instinct to seek good fortune and avoid danger. Sensing the surging murderous Sha Qi on Ying Zhou's body, they took the initiative to retreat. Therefore, even though they were still carrying Xia Guanxue and Murong Wu, they still easily passed through the defense line and reached the shore.

This greatly frustrated Si Ming, who had been following behind. He had originally planned to step forward and make a dashing rescue when the four of them were in danger, but he didn't get the chance.

When Si Ming arrived at the shore, he saw Gaoyang Wuji and his group who had set off earlier. They were all injured and looked extremely disheveled, but their faces were filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.

He stepped forward and asked, "What is the situation regarding casualties?"

Gaoyang Wuji laughed and said, "The two who were seriously injured are both wounded, but no one has died." With the medical standards of this world, as long as they are not dead, they can basically be saved.

Hou Fei, standing beside him, said with lingering fear, "When we first crossed the sea, the Demon Beast swarmed over us like a tidal wave, relentlessly attacking and killing us. The situation was extremely dangerous, and everyone was injured at that time. Even I thought I was going to die here. But suddenly, the Demon Beast scattered and ran around like headless flies, no longer recklessly charging forward to their deaths. We took the opportunity to cross the sea."

Gaoyang Wuji asked, "If I'm not mistaken, it's because Brother Si Ming happened to click and kill the Demon Race commander at that time, right?"

"I'm not sure if the timing is exactly right, but I did kill the Demon Race commander." Si Ming felt it necessary to be humble at this point, to retreat in order to advance.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the others exclaimed, "Is there any doubt about it? That must be the reason!"

"I knew Young Master Si was reliable; entrusting the Profound Armor to him was definitely the right thing to do."