Chapter 631 - 627: Killing All the Same

Chapter 631: Chapter 627: Killing All the Same

By now, the fighting on the final battlefield had gradually subsided.

Under Xingtian’s lead, he had already dealt with all ninety-nine Furious Flame Lion Riders, harvesting a great number of souls and condensing them into Execution Corpse Spirit Fruits.

Black streams of air emanated from Xingtian’s entire body, surging like Demonic Qi reaching for the heavens. Behind him, the Devouring Demon Tree rustled as it swayed, having already recovered to a height of a hundred feet.

Xingtian’s figure was burly. Standing beside Hong Yu, he stared straight ahead. "Big Brother, they’re all dead!"

His expression was still simple and honest, yet his face was devoid of emotion.

But hearing his words, no one dared to underestimate him!

Hong Yu nodded faintly. "You’ve worked hard."

Xingtian scratched his head, standing guard by Hong Yu’s side like an iron tower.

He was now a Fifth-Tribulation Execution Corpse with boundless strength. His physical defense had risen another level, making it comparable to that of a Primordial Spirit Realm expert!

With his army of Execution Corpse Warriors, he could even put up a fight against a Yin Yang Realm existence.

But no matter how strong Xingtian was, he was not as eye-catching as Hong Yu!

His slender figure stood proudly amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, treading through pools of gore. Corpses lay strewn at his feet. Fresh blood had dyed the entire War God Arena red, forming a river that SPLASHED as it streamed down from the platform.

It was a scene straight out of a hell on earth.

Especially behind Hong Yu, where the Biluo Immortal Vine extended thousands of vines that danced chaotically in the air, like long hair blowing in the wind.

But there was not the slightest trace of beauty in the sight.

Instead, it exuded an immense, chilling terror.

Because at the end of each vine was a head, pierced through, its eyes wide open in death. A full thousand heads, representing the thousand experts from the Lion Tribe and the Great Ape Tribe.

The head of Ape Xu was prominent among them.

His eyes were filled with unwilling resentment...

The black-clad figure was heavily wounded, half of his body sliced off by Hong Yu. He lay on the ground, dragging his mangled torso, his gaze toward Hong Yu filled with regret and bitterness. "We shouldn’t have... we shouldn’t have provoked you..."

"You realize that now? A pity it’s too late!"

Hong Yu took a deep breath.

He took a step forward. A cold glint shot out from under his foot, and with a SQUELCH, he crushed the figure’s head.

SWISH! SWISH!

His thoughts commanded them.

Two vines shot out, hoisting Ape Qitian and Lion Ridge high into the air, holding them upright before Hong Yu.

The two of them were held standing, with only their eyes exposed.

Whether it was Ape Qitian or Lion Ridge, their gazes were no longer lofty and dismissive of everything. They were replaced by a look of terror—a fear that came from the depths of their hearts.

Staring at the thousand heads swaying behind Hong Yu, they didn’t even dare to breathe. Their bodies turned ice-cold, and they were on the verge of tears, whimpering as they desperately pleaded with Hong Yu.

Hong Yu looked at the two. In truth, he wasn’t as magnificent as he appeared.

Several great battles had left him utterly exhausted.

He was wounded, but he forcefully suppressed the injuries, which sent drilling waves of pain through him at every moment.

He waved his hand, and the Biluo Immortal Vine tendrils covering their mouths withdrew.

Ape Qitian was so terrified he could barely speak coherently. He was afraid from the bottom of his heart, filled with dread. No longer lofty, he was like a groveling dog begging for scraps. "Bei... Lord Beichen... P-please... I beg you... don’t kill me... D-don’t kill me..."

Lion Ridge swallowed hard, tears welling up in his eyes.

The thousand swaying heads held a strange, shocking power that made it difficult for him to breathe.

This once-arrogant Young Master of the Lion Tribe, who enjoyed drinking the heart’s blood of men, was no longer insufferably proud. He pleaded bitterly, "I-I’ll never do it again! I know I was wrong! I shouldn’t have plotted against you. You’re the Hundred Victory War God. All the Treasures in the prize pool are yours. I just beg you to let me go. Please don’t kill me... I don’t want to die..."

Hong Yu stared at the two men.

A trace of desolation appeared in his eyes as he scanned the tragic scene around him, this Asura Purgatory.

’Is this what I wanted?’

’No!’

’I don’t enjoy killing. I’m not some bloodthirsty madman.’

’It’s just that...’

’The tree wishes for calm, but the wind will not subside!’

’From childhood to now, have I ever once taken the initiative to provoke others? No!’

’But has that meant less trouble?’

’Also no!’

’Perhaps some people think that in this life, you can choose to live as a coward or live freely, seeking gratification and vengeance as you please.’

’But I don’t think so.’

’I was originally just a disciple from a side branch of the family, hailing from a remote city, looked down upon by my clan. In the beginning, I had no grand ambitions. I didn’t think of conquering the world or becoming a Demon of slaughter.’

’My only wish was to cure my sister’s illness, for us to rely on each other and live a simple, peaceful life.’

’But...’

’From the Hong Family to the Cyan Nether Sword Sect, then to the Qin Kingdom, and now to this True Dragon Battlefield.’

’Again and again, there has been slaughter. Again and again, I’ve been hunted to the brink of death. Again and again, blood has been spilled and lives lost. Again and again, I’ve been forced into a desperate counterattack...’

’Was any of this truly my choice?’

’Fighting for supremacy was never my desire!’

’But fate, that bastard, has thwarted me at every turn. It keeps fucking me over, forcing me down this path paved with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.’

"I don’t want to kill, but you all force me to!"

Hong Yu took a deep breath.

His gaze turned distant as he thought of Yun Mengyao, of the unconscious Beichen Celestial Frost, and of the parents he had never met.

His tone became slow, his words filled with a sorrow and world-weariness that belied his age. "I’ve always believed that if others don’t bother me, I won’t bother them. But now I’ve suddenly realized how naive that idea was. Most of the time, my forbearance doesn’t make you spare me. Most of the time, my willingness to take a loss doesn’t stop you from pushing your luck and making things difficult for me..."

"When I take a step back, I’m not met with a wide-open sky, but with your even more brazen suppression and pressure."

Hong Yu’s gaze gradually regained its sharpness, like that of a peerless, ruthless hero.

At this moment, Hong Yu’s state of mind was undergoing a metamorphosis.

He was no longer naive, no longer green. He was gradually maturing.

Truly adapting to the law of survival in this world where the strong devour the weak!

"A man in this world must kill. Kill one with every step, kill ten with every ten steps. For a thousand li, stain the battlefield with blood..."

"I have no desire to be the enemy of the world. But if anyone dares to block my path forward, then I have no choice but to use the Slaughter Knife in my hand—" Hong Yu’s eyes suddenly flashed with the light of thunder. He spoke one word at a time, each one ringing with power. "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Three simple words: "Kill!"

They contained an endless killing intent, symbolizing the rise of a Godslayer, symbolizing the rise of a Venerable who had adapted to this world and was about to become its master!

"You’ve tried to kill me again and again. I will not show a woman’s kindness. Mercy to an enemy is cruelty to oneself. Therefore..."

Hong Yu raised his hand. A cold light flickered, coalescing into two Light Sabers. "You must die!"

The Light Sabers slashed through the air with a WHOOSH, about to execute Ape Qitian and Lion Ridge.

"No..."

"I don’t want to die..."

The two of them screamed and roared.

Just as the Light Sabers were about to slaughter them, in the nick of time, a palm of light suddenly materialized from the void, blocking the blades with two BANGS. It was followed by a powerful roar, "Bastard! If you dare harm my child, I will see your entire nine generations annihilated today!"

"Hm?"

Hong Yu narrowed his eyes and looked up.

A middle-aged, golden-haired man soared through the air. His entire body pulsed with golden light, and Yin Yang Battle Qi coiled around him like two long dragons.

In an instant, he landed on the battlefield.

He swept a cold gaze over Hong Yu. When he saw clearly the thousand heads swaying behind him and the battlefield of corpses and blood, even he, the noble Lion King, couldn’t help his pupils from contracting violently.

"Father? Father, save me..."

Lion Ridge roared, his eyes filled with venomous hatred. "Father, he killed so many of our people! You have to get revenge for me! Kill him! I want him torn to shreds! I want to drink his heart’s blood!"

Seeing his father, the Lion King, arrive was like swallowing a calming pill. Lion Ridge hysterically demanded Hong Yu’s life.

"Rest assured. With your father here, no one can kill you!"

The Lion King nodded. He looked at Hong Yu with cold eyes, two beams of golden light shooting from his pupils like blinding flashes of lightning, making it almost impossible to keep one’s eyes open. He said coldly, "Human whelp, release my son at once. Otherwise, this King will surely cut you down today!"

"What gives you the right to command me?" Hong Yu said flatly.

Even knowing the other party was the Lion King, he was completely unafraid.

The Lion King’s pupils contracted violently. He gave a cold, cackling laugh. "Heh heh. Good, kid. You’ve got guts. If you are willing to submit to my command and become one of my loyal dogs, this King promises not to kill you today!"

"A half-man, half-beast thing like you is worthy of my submission? Aren’t you afraid of shortening your lifespan by suggesting it?" Hong Yu said with a slight smile.

"Bastard! You’re courting death!"

The Lion King roared.

Hong Yu glanced at him and said flatly, "You want to kill me? You’ll have to wait. I’m going to slaughter these two things first!"

"What?"

The Lion King’s eyes widened. He watched as Hong Yu once again condensed Light Sabers to kill Ape Qitian and Lion Ridge. His eyes flickered with a raging fury. "Kid, are you sure you’re not insane? You dare to kill my son while this King is present? If you have the guts to touch a single hair on his head, this King will annihilate your nine generations!"

"Hm?"

Hong Yu’s gaze darkened.

’Annihilate my nine generations?’

A dragon has a reversed scale; Hong Yu’s reversed scale was his family.

’This Lion King threatens to annihilate my nine generations at the drop of a hat?’

"Hahaha..."

Hong Yu let out a wild burst of laughter. The sound was deafening, like the BOOM-BOOM of war drums on an Ancient Battlefield, incredibly loud and clear. He fixed the Lion King with a cold stare and grinned. "Forget you standing in front of me. Even if your ancestor were standing before me, I’d still kill him all the same!"

"You dare?"

The Lion King was furious.

But soon, his face turned pale, as if he had just been brutally slapped.

Because...

The Light Sabers in Hong Yu’s hand had already flashed past. With two SQUISHES, they severed the heads of Ape Qitian and Lion Ridge. Blood gushed like fountains from their bowl-sized necks as the two heads fell limply.

SWISH! SWISH!

The Biluo Immortal Vine shot out. Its green tendrils pierced through their heads, hanging them behind Hong Yu to join the other thousand heads.

Hong Yu looked at the Lion King with a mocking expression.

The Lion King trembled all over. He stared at his son’s severed head hanging high in the air. His eyes looked ready to split from their sockets, and a thick Evil Qi emanated from him as he let out a roar...

"Bastard! No one in heaven or on earth can save you now!"

He attacked without hesitation...

"Die for me!"