Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

The difference between monsters and humans lies in the amount of power they possess and their ability to control their desires.

Ultimately, both possess the seven emotions and six desires, joy and sorrow.

The more powerful a monster is, the easier it is for it to transform into a human.

Take Sesshomaru as an example. His human form is no different from that of a nobleman who has grown up in luxury since childhood.

Therefore, Jieluo's words showed that he didn't even consider Donglan a human being.

Sensing something was amiss, Xiejian slipped away quietly.

"Since you seem so reluctant, I'll give you a chance then."

Excluding the Four Fighting Gods of Penglai Island, the Four Heavenly Kings of the Leopard Cat were the first anime group that Inuyasha encountered after unraveling the mystery of his birth.

At the same time, the cats aren't ungrateful traitors. In the original story, after their younger siblings were saved by Sesshomaru's Tenseiga, Touran also let go of her hatred.

Given their character and abilities, as well as the existing clan, Inuyasha wouldn't mind spending some time with them.

After all, time is always on his side, and he will be even more formidable in the next decade!

Perhaps realizing that Inuyasha could still be communicated with, Donglan suppressed her resolve and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "...What chance?"

"Every ten years, I grant the leopard cat clan permission to openly challenge me."

Inuyasha spoke arrogantly, a smirk playing on his lips, "Besides obeying orders, I don't mind if you grow stronger."

"The stronger you are, the better. If you are too weak, I will drive you away."

"Even if you want to resurrect your lord, I wouldn't mind."

The previous words shocked Donglan, but as Inuyasha revealed the leopard cat's greatest secret, his expression visibly changed.

"How did you know!"

"take it easy."

Inuyasha glanced at Fuyuki, who was assuming an attack stance, and casually waved his hand.

"Actually, the leopard cat lord is not important, you are not important, and the leopard cat is even less important."

"The important thing is that you've met me at this time."

"Donglan, cherish it!"

Inuyasha, who was not a patient person to begin with, lost interest in continuing to persuade Inuyasha to surrender.

He reached out and put his arm around Jieluo's smooth, slender waist. "Jieluo, let's take these three little cats and go."

"Yes, young master Inuyasha."

With the hair stretching and pulling, master and servant flew into the sky and headed towards the canine alliance camp.

Watching the two leave without hesitation, and her younger brother and sister hanging in the air dripping blood, Dong Lan's expression changed repeatedly. Finally, she gritted her teeth and followed them.

Regardless of the future outcome or whether Inuyasha will keep his promise, at this moment she is absolutely unwilling to give up Xia Lan and the others with whom she has spent every day.

When Inuyasha returned to the camp, the scene before him made him pause slightly.

The battlefield has been dealt with—or more accurately, "cleaned up."

The leopard cat's carcass was piled up into a small mountain, layer upon layer, with blood flowing down the base of the mountain in a dark red stream that seeped into the soil.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, mixed with the smell of burnt fur.

Not a single survivor was left, not even one groaning in pain from serious injury—they were either killed or finished off, cleanly and efficiently.

The fury of the dog-tribe alliance, which had been ravaged several times, was finally vented.

What made Inuyasha squint even more was the scenery surrounding the mountain of corpses.

Many cruel monsters were gathered around the campfire, holding chunks of meat cut from leopard cats, chewing them with dark red blood dripping from their mouths.

Some people use the leopard cat's head as a wine glass, stuck in a wooden stake; the fur is still warm.

Laughter, curses, and the crunching sound of bones being chewed mingled together, echoing under the low-hanging dark clouds of the night sky, like a hellish carnival.

The cruel aspects that were omitted or beautified in the anime are now vividly displayed before Inuyasha's eyes.

It's not a clear-cut distinction between good and evil, nor a beautiful life-or-death battle—it's a naked racial slaughter, a blatant predation of the victor by the vanquished.

Inuyasha was used to it.

This is a barbaric era, a chaotic world, a paradise for the strong. If you can't sit at the table, then you'll be served at the table.

"But it's too chaotic."

The silver-haired half-demon stepped into the camp with a slightly somber expression, with Jieluo following beside him, her hair trailing behind three unconscious leopard cats.

"It's Lord Inuyasha and Lord Yura!"

The allied monsters spotted the returning figures and erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Even the Four Heavenly Kings of the Leopard Cats have been captured!"

"Long live Inuyasha-sama! Long live Yura-sama!"

Cheers erupted like a tidal wave.

The monsters tearing at the flesh of the leopard cat by the campfire raised their arms high, their faces filled with fanatical worship.

In this dog-eat-dog world, whoever brings victory becomes their object of loyalty.

But when their gaze fell upon the silent, icy blue figure behind Inuyasha and Yura, the cheers abruptly ceased.

Donglan clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, her teeth grinding together. She suddenly leaped to the center of the camp, her murderous gaze causing the nearby monsters to scatter and flee.

But after running a few steps, the monsters suddenly realized that they shouldn't be the ones running away.

Realizing what was happening, Lang Yeqian and the others immediately turned around, staring intently at Dong Lan, baring their teeth, ready to pounce at any moment.

Inuyasha couldn't be bothered with such trivial matters. He snorted, and Yura, understanding her master's intention, snapped her fingers, and the demons present were once again under control.

Just like in the previous battles, they were all suspended in mid-air, kicking and cursing wildly.

"Lord Jieluo! We don't need to go this far to deal with a leopard cat. If we attack together, we can definitely kill her!"

Wolfy struggled and yelled in mid-air, and the response was Yura, who was loyal to Inuyasha, snapping her fingers again.

The supple yet sharp strands of hair cut into the monsters' flesh, silencing them.

Warm, foul-smelling blood seeped out from the strands of hair, revealing a hideous mark on the previously invisible, sky-filling hairnet.

Inuyasha strode towards the camp, his silver hair fluttering gently in the fishy wind.

The crimson fire rat fur coat, reflecting the blood-red glow of the campfire, resembled an everlasting flag.

With a slight twitch of her fingertips, Jie Luo's hair brushed against the boulder in the center of the camp, and in the blink of an eye, she had cut the rough rock into a flat stone seat.

Inuyasha then sat down, elbows on the armrests, head propped up with one hand, his eyes casually sweeping over the demons hanging in mid-air, their fates in their own hands, and he chuckled softly.

The soft laugh, in the camp where only the crackling of the campfire remained, reached the ears of every monster clearly.

"The leopard cat clan has submitted to my hand. What is your choice?"

As the calm question was uttered, the strands of hair that had been gagging the monsters immediately loosened.

One of the monsters mustered his courage and said, "I want to return to the mountains..."

"Rip—"

The monster that made the sound was cut into pieces the size of beans and fell to the ground from mid-air.

The entire audience fell silent.