The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

The lifelike performance convinced Yu Wenzhou, even though it wasn't a mistake he should have made.

In such a tense situation, no one knew how much Yu Wenzhou wanted to take the initiative in this battle.

Because when Mo Qian lost his memory and had no other choice, only Yu Wenzhou could take up the mantle. After taking up the mantle, Yu Wenzhou was bound to make mistakes, after all, the pressure on him was just too great.

Yu Wenzhou desperately wanted his Ice Kingdom to work. If his Ice Kingdom really worked, then the initiative in this conversation would return to Yu Wenzhou's hands.

However, what Yu Wenzhou did not expect was that Qiongqi, as the master of Chaos, had such a deep understanding of the soul. Could there really be so many blind spots?

Yu Wenzhou was just fooling himself.

"Oh dear, I'm out again, and I'm back in! What should I do? This skill of yours is really cool, I quite like it. It's perfect for creating some ice when it's hot, isn't it?"

Qiongqi kept going in and out of the ice pillars that Yu Wenzhou had created, seemingly enjoying itself immensely.

Yu Wenzhou's face turned pale. He had just been planning to have Huang Shaotian and Zhou Zekai take the amnesiac Mo Qian away as soon as possible, but now it seemed that there was no chance.

"Hey 3, kid, you've given me quite a few surprises. How about this, you build me an ice castle, and I'll give back the memories of that guy named Mo Qian."

Upon hearing Qiongqi's words, Yu Wenzhou's eyes immediately lit up, but Huang Shaotian couldn't bear to see Yu Wenzhou suffer such humiliation and said to Qiongqi:

"You still say you didn't cause Mo Qian to lose his memory! Tell me, wasn't it you?!"

Qiongqi's face turned cold; he hated it when people spoke to him like that.

"Speak while kneeling."

Qiongqi's aura erupted, pressing down on Huang Shaotian. Huang Shaotian was helpless and was forced to his knees. Fortunately, Zhou Zekai held down Huang Shaotian's knees, otherwise, Huang Shaotian's knees might have been broken.

"I've only ever seen this kind of aura in Mo Qian when he's angry."

Yu Wenzhou saw the imposing aura Huang Shaotian was under. In his Ice Kingdom state, Yu Wenzhou's calculation abilities were enhanced, and he could see much more.
"As I said, Mo Qian brought this upon himself. He burned his own soul, causing it to dissipate. I simply collected his dissipated soul; that's my skill."

"If you want me to return these memories to Mo Qian, you'd better make me happy, otherwise none of you will survive. I swear I won't let a single one of you go."

Qiongqi said coldly that Mo Qian and the others had finally encountered an opponent they could not defeat. Despite suffering heavy losses, they could not inflict any damage on Qiongqi. Yu Wenzhou even felt that even if they were all at their peak, they might not be able to harm Qiongqi.

Not to mention Yu Wenzhou and the others now—some are dead, some are injured, and some have lost their memories; none of them are at their peak. The most pressing issue right now is Mo Qian's amnesia.
"Shaotian, stop struggling. I'll build you an ice castle, and then you can cure Mo Qian, right?"

Yu Wenzhou played a simple word game, but Qiongqi wasn't fooled. Qiongqi grinned wickedly at Yu Wenzhou and said, "Kid, you'd better not play these word games with me. First of all, these word games are useless to me. I've never said I'd return Mo Qian's memories to you. Those were the memories that kid discarded himself, so don't blame me for collecting them."

Then Qiongqi waved his hand, throwing Mo Qian's memories away, allowing Huang Shaotian and the others to see the blue expanse that belonged to Mo Qian's soul.

"These really are Mo Qian's memories." Huang Shaotian had no choice but to believe it at this point. After all, there was still hope for Old Mo to recover, and they couldn't let Old Mo continue like this.

Huang Shaotian looked at Mo Qian now. Mo Qian was swinging his sword like a child, just like a child playing with a favorite toy. He was swinging the sword without any rules, relying entirely on his intuition.

However, Zhou Zekai noticed something was amiss: the sword Mo Qian was wielding seemed to be gradually changing.

If Mo Qian initially wielded his sword like an amnesiac child, then the sword he now wields is that of a young swordsman.

"Is this progress? But this progress is a bit too fast. This is truly overflowing talent."

Zhou Zekai felt that if Huang Shaotian had lost his memory, there was no way he could have learned so quickly, especially since Mo Qian hadn't given him any guidance at all; he had figured everything out on his own.

"As expected, even with amnesia, you would still choose the sword."

Sword Immortal Mo Qian is the darling of the sword, a person born to be favored by it.

"Okay, as long as you build me an ice castle, I will return Mo Qian's soul and memories to him if I am satisfied."

Since Yu Wenzhou enjoys playing word games, Qiongqi will play along with him to his heart's content; this is Yu Wenzhou's punishment.

"I said I'd pay it back, but I didn't say how much!" Qiongqi thought to himself.

Yu Wenzhou silently watched Qiongqi. Yu Wenzhou was a tactical master and an exceptionally intelligent individual. How could he not know what Qiongqi was playing with him?

But what good would it do to know? Qiongqi could play word games with Yu Wenzhou at will, but Yu Wenzhou couldn't say anything. The difference in strength was obvious, and even if Yu Wenzhou knew, he couldn't expose Qiongqi's word games.

"Strength, strength, in the end it all comes down to who has the bigger fist."

Yu Wenzhou said to himself silently.

Qiongqi watched with great interest as Zhou Zekai and Huang Shaotian communicated with Mo Qian. Yu Wenzhou activated his Ice Kingdom state and began building Qiongqi's Ice Castle. Only by building the Ice Castle could Yu Wenzhou have a chance to communicate with Qiongqi. Even if Qiongqi only retained a little of Mo Qian's memories, it would still be good.

"So, what exactly are those two doing?"

Yu Wenzhou looked speechlessly at Huang Shaotian and Zhou Zekai, who were coaxing the child Mo Qian.
Mo Qian is now no different from a child; he has almost forgotten everything.

Huang Shaotian and Zhou Zekai are searching for anything or anyone that Mo Qian hasn't forgotten.

"Su Mucheng, do you still remember me, Lao Mo?" (End of Chapter)