I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

Edelweiss's every move exuded an indescribable elegance and composure. His posture was neither stiff nor stiff, and he was full of agility that allowed him to react appropriately from any angle in any situation.

What surprised Toudou Touka the most was that she couldn't discern the woman's center of gravity from her posture. It was as if her body was so light that it had no weight, or perhaps her balance was so perfect that even the slightest center of gravity was hidden.

Beside Edelweiss, Fu Xiaoli stood quietly. Although she had changed into simple everyday clothes, her ever-curious and inquisitive eyes remained unchanged.

She still retained that innocent curiosity, her long black hair gently brushing her ankles in the wind, like a newborn child looking up at the starry sky, trying to capture the unique rhythm of this world from those twinkling lights.

As for Mingxian, he sat leisurely on a white plastic chair that looked extremely cheap.

The chair seemed to have been casually purchased from a street vendor, completely out of place with its surroundings.

It is precisely this unintentional casualness that highlights his uniqueness.

Xi Jingning frowned slightly, maintaining a smile on her face, but alarm bells were ringing in her mind. "What an interesting combination: 'Bi Yi' and 'Tao Tie,' and this unknown person."

"The strings resonate."

After introducing himself, Mingxian said casually, "I am the culprit who lured you here."

Dongtang Daohua asked, "May I ask why?"

“I want to form a legion.” Mingxian explained, “You are also Bladebreakers, so you should know what happens in war: Bladebreakers of the same level getting entangled with each other, and armies of two countries fighting each other.”

"I'm in a similar situation. I'll probably be entangled by Izanami, who has a massive army of Yomi."

"Although it doesn't matter if the world is destroyed, if you were in that situation, you would feel like you've won a Pyrrhic victory."

"War is not a duel to determine a winner and loser; it is about achieving one's war objectives."

As soon as she finished speaking, Stella lowered her eyes slightly. As a princess of a nation, she could understand the meaning behind Mingxian's words.

Why start a war?

What is the purpose of war?

And how to end the war?

These are all things that a ruler of a country must consider.

Stella questioned, "But why should we join your legion?"

"You can refuse."

“Then I…” Stella started to refuse, then asked doubtfully, “You’re not going to leave me here, are you?”

"We'll take you back."

"I find it hard to believe kidnappers?"

"..."

Mingxian glanced sideways at Stella, a faint smile playing on his lips, like a gentle ray of sunshine in spring, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"Princess, kneel down and speak to me first."

His voice wasn't loud, but it resonated clearly in the empty arena, carrying an irresistible force.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly kneel down..."

Stella's lips parted slightly, her eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Her knees, encased in black stockings, seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, unconsciously falling onto the smooth floor. She actually knelt down, her posture resembling that of a devout servant, completely out of place with her status.

"how come?"

Stella immediately strained, bracing herself with her hands on the ground, trying to get up, but found that her knees were as heavy and stubborn as if they were filled with cement, and she couldn't leave the ground at all.

This is not just a constraint on the body, but also a shackle on the soul.

Stella found herself utterly powerless, and even as she knelt down, a strange sense of satisfaction welled up within her, like a parched desert receiving rain, yearning to be conquered.

"why?"

Her pretty face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe apple, filled with both shame and helplessness.

Stella's gaze toward Mingxian suddenly became complicated.

Confusion, anger, and a hint of inexplicable excitement.

Mingxian simply sat there quietly, as if everything was under his control. The faint smile on his lips deepened, carrying a hint of amusement and mockery.

“Your Highness,” he began slowly, his voice still calm and deep, “you should understand that this world is cruel. The weak cannot resist the strong, and the world can only submit to the will of the strong. So-called ‘fate’ is nothing more than a decision made by the gods in places we do not know.”

"The moment my soul was manifested as a spirit armor by my power, the souls of all the Bladebreakers in your world have already submitted."

"To materialize the soul into a weapon..."

"I happen to be the master of all weapons, so you cannot resist me."

As he finished speaking, an invisible pressure seemed to fill the air, making Stella feel suffocated.

It's not something as superficial as the physical body.

It's not some kind of interference on the material level, or even interference on the cause and effect, but something beyond that—interference from the soul.

The soul that manifested as a spirit has already submitted to him.

Mingxian was not surprised by this; he had used [Thousand Body Scorching Star] before to bring Varda Vaos under his control.

If weapons with thoughts and souls can be controlled, then weapons that are manifestations of souls can also be controlled.

Although it was merely an aftershock of manifesting one's own soul as a weapon, it did indeed subdue the "inherent spirit armor" of all the sword-wielders in the world.

"Although she's not 100% loyal, a little sweet talk and gentle persuasion should be enough to bring her into my camp," Mingxian thought to himself.

"So, using [Thousand Body Scorching Star] to transform the souls of others into weapons and then bringing them under one's control is essentially the same as gaining a legion, isn't it?"

"Suddenly I feel that [Thousand Body Scorching Star] is a bit too much like a supermodel."

"No, that's not how you should think."

Mingxian reconsidered and felt that the [Thousand Body Scorching Star] technique did not exceed the scope of the power of a god-slayer.

"This power used for combat can also create legions. The Marquis's [Greedy Wolf Pack] can also do this. It can recklessly give the mark of wolves, turning all the people in a city into werewolves, and can also obtain a large army."

"【Thousand Body Blazing Stars】does not enhance the power of the person whose soul manifests as a weapon; it merely forcibly controls it."

"besides……"

Mingxian glanced at Stella, whose face was flushed and who was trying to get up.

The soul has indeed surrendered.

However, the physical body did not resist, and the spirit also resisted.

Mingxian was about to help Stella get up when he suddenly lowered his gaze. Stella's resistance was weakening, and her mind and body were surrendering.

"I see. After the spirit dress submits, it also begins to affect her mind and body, which means that her favorability automatically increases."

"Those who wield weapons are controlled by them."

Mingxian snapped out of her thoughts and was about to help Stella up when she heard Xijing Ningyin's furious shout: "You kidnapped me here and are now forcing my students on me. Are you trying to provoke me?"

"..."

Mingxian glanced at her.

Originally, there was no intention to capture this demon; Edelweiss and Fu Xiaoli were already enough for the demon.

When passing by, the system listed Nishikyo Ningyin as a "romantic target," but not Shinguji Kurono.

This piqued Mingxian's curiosity, so he grabbed Xijing Ningyin.

Mingxian asked in surprise, "Are you concerned about your student?"

"I'm just annoyed," Nishikyo Ningyin said bluntly. "What you said is true. The Spirit Armor submits to you, not only to ordinary Bladebreakers, but even to demons like myself. It's just that my 'Brute Soul' is keeping me from kneeling."

"Of course, I can tolerate these things..."

Her face immediately turned gloomy.

"But making Xiao Hei kneel is a pleasure I should be enjoying, and you're taking away my pleasure... Heh heh..."

Xi Jing Ningyin chuckled softly, her eyes turning bloodshot, her expression ferocious.

Mingxian said, "I understand, you're angry."

Xijing Ningyin nodded slightly, raised her hands, and her soul materialized into a weapon.

"Crimson Phoenix".

A pair of iron fans appeared in his hands, and the gravity of the entire space changed instantly.

Both Toudou Touka and Stella felt a change in the weight of their bodies.

Natural interference system capabilities – gravity manipulation.

boom!

The next moment, the altered gravity seemed to hit something solid and suddenly shattered.

It was invalidated.

"What are you?" Xijing Ningyin's eyes instantly turned serious. "Not the power of fate, but something completely opposite. You are denying fate, because the magic generated by fate, and all the interference it causes, are denied."

Mingxian slowly rose to his feet, his imposing aura also subsiding.

"Beast Spirit, we who are often called beasts, can only earn the right to stand. 'Yashahime,' I accept your challenge, but as a price, if you lose, you must answer one question for me."

"Hehe, if you lose, then you'll pour me a drink." Xi Jing Ningyin retorted, not to be outdone. "I'm not picky about handsome young men either."

A murderous aura surged forth, like dark clouds pressing down on a city, layer upon layer, as if even the light was resisting the gaze of the outside world, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

In the heart of this turbulent current, Ning Yin's figure stood out conspicuously.

She parted her lips slightly and began to chant a spell.

"Black Blade - Yatagarasu!"

The sound was like heavenly music, yet also like the sound of hell, unleashing a power strong enough to shake the heavens and earth—gravity.

This pure mass power transformed in her hands into a dark magical light capable of devouring light, like the eye of a demon from the abyss, sending chills down one's spine.

Ningyin shaped this power into a blade and wrapped it around her spiritual armor—a pair of iron fans called "Crimson Phoenix".

The gravity blade was shaped like a maple leaf, resembling a celestial dog's leaf-shaped fan, and emitted a faint, dark light.

She gracefully closed the "Crimson Phoenix," and the blade condensed, transforming into a jet-black aurora longsword over three meters long.