Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Yin Xiaoshen hurriedly brandished his sword, intending to sever the connection between the Eight Banners and Luo Pingqiu, but fearing that he might injure Luo Pingqiu, he dared not use his full strength.

The battle reached a stalemate for a time.

"kill!"

The Eight Banners are in motion, their movements unpredictable and treacherous. Even the most skilled swordsmen and scholars are gradually drawn into danger.

"We must not let the evildoers get their way!"

In his remorse, Luo Pingqiu mustered all his strength and vowed to eliminate the evil forces that plagued him.

"Mingzheng Zhentian - Xiadao Wuzong!"

Using the terrain of the forest, Yin Xiaoshen cleverly wrapped several strings of the Qingqin around bamboo branches on both sides, and plucked it backward. Instantly, countless sound waves poured out.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Luo Pingqiu used the sword techniques passed down by Xia Ru, and the father and son joined forces again to form the ultimate sword technique.

The mysterious threads snapped, and the Eight Banners Martial God seemed to have lost all his strength, collapsing and remaining motionless.

"Success!"

"It really worked."

Yin Xiaoshen came over to comfort Luo Pingqiu: "Now that the threat of the Eight Banners Martial God has been eliminated, the next step is to find a medicine to remove the evil energy for you. It is thanks to my foresight that I forced you to strengthen your will so that you could work with me to eradicate this technique."

Luo Pingqiu knew that Yin Xiaoshen was joking on purpose to divert her shame and guilt, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

"It's fortunate that the Eight Banners Evil God attacked when you were conscious, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to work together."

"What should we do now?"

"Let's inform the Confucian school about this first, otherwise the eldest brother will cry for a long time. In addition, I should also formally introduce you to the Confucian school and let you take over my position."

"How could I possibly be qualified to assume the position of a chivalrous scholar?"

High on a distant peak, Fu Zixi waved his white bone fan, quietly observing the scene between the chivalrous father and son, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

Confucianism?

What Confucianism will remain? The Supreme Imperial Confucian has already fled with the people of the virtuous and ancient ways. When the Eight-Headed Evil God returns, all three religions will perish.

"At that time, my son Fu Chenchu ​​will be able to return to my side. It is just unexpected that Jun Fengtian did not die at the hands of the Heavenly Evil King, but was killed by the Jue·Feichangjun. It is truly an accident, but also a pleasant surprise."

Both were born in the Ghost Prison. The Fu family was once a powerful family of the tyrant Xiao, the master of the Ghost Prison. After the coup in the Ghost Prison, the Fu family was subjected to a bloody purge by the empress, and he had no choice but to escape from the Ghost Prison.

Fortunately, he was taken in by the evil god Yamata no Ya.

The Empress was his and the Extraordinary Lord's common enemy, and the Empress's son, Jun Fengtian, was naturally the son of their enemy.

Moreover, after his own tragic death at the hands of Jun Fengtian, his son recognized him as his godfather and was even more loyal and affectionate towards him than towards his biological father.

“My lord, thank you for eliminating Jun Fengtian for me. If it were Ghost himself who did it, I fear it would have hurt my son’s feelings and caused a rift between us. But if you do it, Chen Chu will not blame me. So let Ghost handle the rest of the Confucian sect.”

With a flick of his Xi Bone Fan, Fu Zi instantly cast his spell.

"The Origin of the Eight-Headed Demon: Divine Wrath Descends from Heaven!"

This was the opportunity that Fu Xi had been waiting for. The Eight Banners Martial Gods had long been solidified by Luo Pingqiu's hatred. Only when the connection was severed could the Eight Banners Martial Gods receive the direct infusion of the Eight-Headed Evil God's power into their bodies.

Immediately, a blood-red vortex appeared in the sky, and boundless evil power poured in, causing the Eight Banners Martial God to be reborn once again.

(According to the original drama's setting that Huang Ru's martial arts were incomplete, it's normal that he was defeated in the face of the double attack from the heavens and the cloud whale. Actually, I also like Huang Ru, but he's not part of the main group, so I won't give him any cheat codes. Let him retire peacefully.)

Chapter 422 Father and Son

"kill!"

"How could this be? His evil power is far greater than before!"

Yin Xiaoshen and Luo Pingqiu, having fought their way through the battle, were still exhausted and suddenly found themselves in grave danger.

"We must find a way to attack its main body, Pingqiu."

"The chivalrous spirit knows no bounds!"

"A chivalrous figure roams the winds, stirring up dust!"

Although Luo Pingqiu did not formally join the Confucian school, he received many years of true teachings from Yin Xiaoshen, and his swordsmanship was superb. Now, facing a life-or-death situation, his skills were even more outstanding than usual.

The offensive was relentless, launching a series of attacks against the powerful enemy.

Bang bang bang bang!

The two mighty swords, capable of splitting the sun and moon, struck the Eight Banners Martial God without causing any damage; instead, they produced a metallic clang.

"kill!"

The Eight Banners Martial God suddenly raised his palm, unleashing the power of the evil god, which injured both Yin Xiaoshen and Luo Pingqiu simultaneously.

"Master!"

"The final move: the righteous path of chivalry!"

"Yu Tianqiong!"

At the critical moment of life and death, he held nothing back, exhausting his last bit of energy to create an ultimate move.

The Eight Banners Martial God slammed his palms out in anger, and a terrible wind swept through the area.

The two poles collided, shattering mountains and rivers. A tremendous demonic power and evil aura rushed towards them, its raging force overwhelming, and actually blasted Luo Pingqiu off the cliff.

"Pingqiu!"

Yin Xiaoshen hurriedly jumped down and grabbed Luo Pingqiu's arm.

At this moment, atop the peak, Fu Zixi cast another spell: "Eight Mysterious Dances - Ghostly Cry, Die!"

Controlled by the Ghost Dragon King, the massive body of the Eight Banners Martial God approached Xia Ru step by step. With a stomp of his foot, the world shook instantly, dust and sand flew everywhere, and rocks tumbled down the cliff, crashing down on Yin Xiaoshen and his son.

At the critical moment, a sword light suddenly flew in, swiftly blocking the Eight Banners Martial God.

"Honorable Scholar Luo! Brother Luo!"

The visitor was none other than Yu Lijing, who had been entrusted by the Imperial Confucian Scholar to find Yin Xiaoshen. However, he was shocked to find Fu Zixi persecuting the chivalrous scholar and was immediately enraged.

"Hehehe, my son, you're too late."

Fu Zixi withdrew his spell and watched with amusement as Yu Lijing ran to the edge of the cliff.

"kill!"

The Eight Banners Martial God swung his palms again, unleashing a vicious and ruthless palm strike at Yu Lijing, forcing Yu Lijing to retreat several steps.

"hateful!"

Yu Lijing desperately wanted to save people, rushing left and right, but could not break through the harassment of the Eight Banners.

“My son, you can go back to the Confucian school to report the death. Such a major event, I will not stop you. By the way, there is also the Imperial Decree Loyal Heart Jun Fengtian. Tsk tsk, he really died a tragic death.”

"shut up!"

The grief of losing his adoptive father was irreversible. At this moment, Yu Lijing was determined to save the chivalrous father and son. He did not put down his sword and urged his true energy to attack again.

"Sword Suppresses the Heavenly Waves!"

boom!

The Confucian secret technique clashed violently with the power of the evil god, and Yu Lijing spat out a mouthful of crimson.

“My son, even the chivalrous scholar cannot shake him, so what can you do? Give up.”

"is it?"

Suddenly, two even more powerful sword winds swept across, one assisting Yu Lijing and forcefully confronting the Eight Banners Martial God.

Immediately, three figures appeared on the battlefield: Tian Du Ji Xia Shang, Huang Quan, and Xiao Jian Dun, who had come to slay the Ghost Dragon King.

Huang Quan flicked his silver spear, deflecting the attack of the Eight Banners Martial God.

Ji Xia Shang displayed the demeanor of a gentleman, the title of Emperor, and with his twin swords as fiery and swift as the wind, he slashed towards Fu Zi Xi.

Xiao Jiantun's figure moved swiftly like a shooting star, plunging off the cliff to save people.

"Ok?"

The unexpected turn of events left Fu Zixi completely bewildered: "How could it be you?"

"By order of the Martial Lord, all members of the Eight Heavenly Evils shall be wiped out! Immortal Leap Eight Traces - Purple Chen Lin Feng!"

His only response was a relentless offensive, the twin swords striking in rapid succession, each strike more powerful and sharper than the last, leaving Fu Zixi no chance to catch his breath.

At this moment, below the cliff, Yin Xiaoshen grabbed a branch that had grown out of the cliff with one hand and Luo Pingqiu with the other, using all his remaining strength to hold on desperately.

"Master, please let go."

"Pingqiu, hold on!"

However, their hands gradually lost strength, and the branch that supported their weight slowly broke.

Luo Pingqiu forced a smile: "Brother Xiao, it can't support the weight of both of us, let go."

"If Mai is joking with me now, hurry up, Luo Pingqiu!"

"It's my responsibility that the Eight Banners Martial God matter is my fault. I'm the one who brought you trouble, but at least in the end, I won't drag you down with me."

"You think this is the end of it? You owe me, and you'll have to pay me back slowly!"

Luo Pingqiu gave another sad smile: "Do you know? What I can't accept about myself the most is that I really doubted you, and because of me, many people were hurt, but you didn't blame me at all."

Yin Xiaoshen sensed something was wrong and said urgently, "Tell me what you have to say later. Do you want me to beg you?"

With a snap, the branch broke off again, leaving only a last thread connecting it to the trunk.

"Brother Xiao, let go!"

"I will never let go. You are the child I raised with all my heart, my good child!"

Tears rolled down Yin Xiaoshen's eyes, dripping onto Luo Pingqiu's face, forming more rivers that flowed freely.

Luo Pingqiu looked at Yin Xiaoshen with endless longing: "Master, do you still remember that I promised that if there was anything you couldn't do, I would do it for you?"

"what are you up to?"

"I'm sorry, this is the last thing I can do for you."

Suddenly, Luo Pingqiu's other hand, which was free, formed a sword shape with his fingers and slashed at his own wrist.