Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

A knife is a knife used to kill.

The sword is a sword that shatters bones.

If a person is taught by his mother throughout the long years that he is merely an appendage of another person, a superfluous existence, can that person grow up normally?

From the time Feng Yuerong could remember, his mother, Feng Yuelin, always told him that his father did not love them and had left with his brother, Ye Xiaochai, and other women.

My father is dead. My mother has captured the woman and imprisoned her in the basement of the isolated castle.

His mother told him that only by defeating Ye Xiaochai could they hold their heads high and prove that his father was wrong to leave them. Especially when the name of Ye Xiaochai, the Mad Swordsman, began to circulate in the martial arts world, Feng Yue Mo Rong's hatred reached its peak.

The stone statue on the riverbank was carved by Feng Yue Mo Rong himself. Through countless dawns and dusks, through countless seasons, he practiced his swordsmanship in front of this statue, spending his lonely years there.

Until one day, Sang Rou, a hunter of evil spirits from the wasteland, stumbled in.

Sang Rou's straightforwardness and cheerfulness gradually melted Feng Yue Mo Rong's indifference, giving him his first and only friend in his life.

Not long after, his mother sent him to the Sword Prison and Blade Barrier to become the apprentice of a swordsman who was surrounded by ghostly energy but full of killing intent. His talent impressed the swordsman, and his swordsmanship also progressed by leaps and bounds.

But Feng Yue Mo Rong's pursuit was not to surpass his master, but to the brother who had caused him so much pain over a long period of time.

Only by defeating Ye Xiaochai can Feng Yue Morong live a good life.

Ye Xiaochai had no idea that he had a brother and an enemy in the distant Earthsea Fortress. The moment Yan Yujiangchao struck, he was shocked to realize that Feng Yue Mo Rong harbored boundless hatred and had blocked all his escape routes.

The only way forward is forward.

Keng! Keng!

The two weapons Ye Xiaochai was using at this moment were the Taiwu Divine Artifacts that Su Huanzhen had obtained for him from the Ancient Martial Clan, named "Silent Madness" and "Heartless Folly".

Wind blades, sword tides, and cold light engulfed the heavens and earth.

Silent, heartless, a cold light tears through mountains and rivers.

Bang bang bang bang!

The four weapons clashed, sparking intense flames. The surrounding vegetation was destroyed, the river water splashed up several meters high, and the ground where the two were standing cracked inch by inch.

One man charged forward bravely, while the other defended steadily. Their first exchange ended in a draw.

Before the residual force could dissipate, Feng Yue Mo Rong struck again. His ever-increasing fighting spirit caused the sword light to surge even more wildly, igniting the surrounding air as if it were a red-hot branding iron sizzling.

Sensing the unstoppable killing intent of Feng Yue Mo Rong, Sang Rou, who was watching from the sidelines, kept retreating until she was more than ten feet away.

"Feng Yue Mo Rong, Ye Xiao Chai, stop fighting!"

"Stop it!"

No one stopped. Years of resentment coalesced into a demonic obsession that relentlessly pursued them, each move ruthless and merciless.

With his rich combat experience, Ye Xiaochai never lost his composure and always managed to dodge at the last second in critical moments. It was easy to make a move, but difficult to retract it. Only a true master could leave room for maneuver in a life-or-death struggle.

Ye Xiaochai's leniency was undoubtedly an insult to Feng Yuemo Rong.

Suddenly, a powerful force erupted from Feng Yue Morong's body, soaring straight to the heavens, forming a vast celestial tide that connected the seas and covered the mountains and rivers.

"Wind and Moon Vanish - Earth, Sea, and Sky Tide Slash!"

"Ho!"

Ye Xiaochai brandished both sword and saber, their dazzling display in the air causing the stars to tremble and the sky to change color.

Neither black nor white, neither knife nor sword, only heart and mind, as if obsessed and mad!

As Ye Xiaochai's sword flashed out, the surrounding rocks were all cleaved in two, and the towering stone statue collapsed into rubble with a deafening roar.

"Uh!"

Feng Yue Morong groaned and clutched his arm. At the last moment, Ye Xiaochai still managed to move the sword that could have killed Feng Yue Morong a few inches away.

"I have lost, but the battle between us is not over."

Feng Yue Mo Rong picked up the fallen Yan Yu, tucked it behind her back, and walked away into the distance.

"Hey, are you going to Sword Prison and Blade Ridge to find that madman again?"

Sang Rou quickly bowed to Ye Xiaochai and ran off after Feng Yue Morong.

Swords and knives as prisoners?

After a moment's thought, Ye Xiaochai did not choose their direction, but instead returned to the isolated castle in the sea, where there were still too many mysteries about her mother that had not been solved.

Just as he turned around, Ye Xiaochai had a vague feeling that he had missed something.

Chapter 464 To kill the heart with the sword, the way of the sword is hard to achieve.

Ye Xiaochai's family ethics drama unfolds slowly at a normal pace in the long river of time.

Upon arriving at the Sword Prison and Blade Barrier, Feng Yue Mo Rong was astonished to see a young man standing on a stone platform, gripping a large sword tightly in one hand and grabbing Ming Shen with the other. His face showed pain, yet he remained standing motionless.

Chang Rikun stared coldly at the man and the sword.

"Master, what is this?"

Feng Yue Mo Rong could tell at a glance that this young man was not a swordsman.

"Ahem! You fought with someone and lost."

Chang Ri Kunwu glanced at the scars on Feng Yue Mo Rong's arm.

"I can't kill him."

"I've taught you everything I need to, yet you still can't break through to the final realm... Cough cough cough! Useless person, you disappoint me."

"Upon reaching the highest level of mastery, one kills...one kills, one kills."

Who to kill?

The person you want to kill, you can't.

Feng Yue arrived full of hope, only to hear contempt and see cold stares, deepening his despair.

A person works extremely hard to cultivate themselves, regardless of wind or rain, spring, summer, autumn or winter, without any entertainment or relaxation, living with the goal of defeating someone.

The moment of truth finally arrived, but the person who was completely unaware of the situation easily defeated him.

What a cruel and ironic scene this is.

The moment the stone statue on the riverbank shattered, the statue in Feng Yuemo Rong's heart also crumbled, leaving only emptiness.

Kill one person?

In a daze, Feng Yue Mo Rong raised the misty rain and wiped it across his own neck.

"Feng Yue Mo Rong, what are you doing?"

A scream rang out, followed by a sharp blade of light that knocked the sword from Feng Yue Mo Rong's hand.

Before Feng Yue could recover, Sang Rou had caught up with them.

"Kill one! Kill one! A master who only knows how to make you kill is worse than no master at all. Feng Yue Mo Rong, let's leave this place!"

Sang Rou pulled Feng Yue Morong up, trying to pull him away from this cage-like chasm.

Unexpectedly, a flash of cold light, chilling to the bone, and the world gradually blurred in Sang Rou's eyes, leaving only a crimson tide of blood.

"I don't blame you for your infidelity... I only hope you understand that this is not the true way of the sword..."

"Sangrou!"

Feng Yue Mo Rong held the slowly falling Sang Rou in his arms. After much hesitation, he still killed her, his only friend and beloved in this world.

"I've killed one person. Now tell me, what is the true way of the sword?"

Chang Rikunwu, who had chosen to remain silent and observe his friends' infighting, now showed a look of disgust on his face.

"To kill the heart with a sword, the sword is impure, the heart is not sincere, cough cough! How can one speak of the way of the sword?"

"you!"

"Defeat Ye Xiaochai, or I will personally end your life next time we meet."

"Killing is like child's play, is this your way of the sword? Changri Kunwu, no wonder you lost to Ling Jueding, because you have no heart at all, hahahahaha!"

Feng Yue Mo Rong laughed wildly as he left the Sword Prison and Blade Barrier.

Snowflakes filled the sky, the mountains stood silent, there was no way forward and no way back, the lost swordsman embraced the body of his old friend and trudged on step by step.

Yue Xunyuan in the Sword Domain has been driven to the brink of despair by Chang Ri Kunwu, who is guarding the pass.

First move: Probe, observe with your mind's eye, respond with the power of your sword, test the waters.

Le Xunyuan used up all the ultimate techniques left in the "Demon Buddha Holy Scripture" by Yi Ye Shu, Bo Xun, and Mu Shen. No matter how unexpected his moves were, Chang Ri Kunwu could easily break through Le Xunyuan's ingenious plan with a single casual sword strike, forcing Le Xunyuan into frequent danger.

"I never imagined that someone so young could master the highest level of Confucianism, and even so many demonic arts? Tsk tsk, any martial art is priceless. Just who are you, brat?"

"Senior, I'm someone who won't be born for a very long time, you wouldn't know even if I told you, uh!"

What nonsense are you spouting?

Unable to explain, Yue Xunyuan took advantage of Changri Kunwu's momentary confusion to retreat in an instant, and drew out the Minghong Blade, which was made from Hengliu Silver Iron, a specialty of the Purple Universe Crystal Abyss, and was personally crafted by the Great King and finally named by the Martial Lord.

This knife has an extremely vibrant color, gold with a hint of purple, but the blade aura it emits is crimson. It is incredibly heavy and can be made to be either long or short.

Le Xunyuan unleashed a slash, its light swirling, its sound like thunder, and countless flames rose and burned fiercely within the sword domain.

"Wolf-Slaying and Earth-Burning Technique!"

"Excellent sword, excellent swordsmanship!"

The second strategy: Humility, retreating to advance, defending to attack, thus avoiding defeat.

Clang! Clang! Clang clang clang!

The blade and sword clashed fiercely, sparks flying in the narrow space. The powerful blade techniques and unparalleled sword intent reflected the increasingly frenzied fighting spirit of the two.

Although the weapon was good, Yue Xunyuan's foundation was still shallow. After a few moves, Changri Kunwu's strength increased again, and an unprecedented sword light rushed over, blasting Yue Xunyuan away.

thump!

As he fell to the ground, Yue Xunyuan's blood surged, and he spat out another mouthful of crimson blood.

Changri Kunwu did not yield, and Zhanya followed. With a wave of his hand, all his moves were the same, and his killing intent was chilling.

Crackling!