Super God: There's a mischievous Xi in my head

"When did it start...?"

Lufa's deep voice came through the mask, cold and devoid of any warmth.

He slowly increased the pressure on his feet, and the exoskeleton in Ma Tian's chest groaned under the strain, cracks spreading like a spider web.

"...Even an insect like you dares to call yourself king?"

The moment the last word was uttered, a destructive crimson energy suddenly erupted from beneath the Shura Armor.

"No--!!!"

Ma Tian only had time to let out a short, desperate roar.

boom--!!!

Like a watermelon crushed by a 10,000-ton hydraulic press, its swollen body exploded in a burst of scarlet lightning!

Purple-black energy fragments and debris scattered everywhere, and were burned into wisps of blue smoke the moment they touched the force field around the Asura Armor.

All that remained was a charred crater and the still crackling residual electric arcs.

The battlefield was deathly silent.

The crimson lightning gradually faded, leaving only the mournful sound of swirling smoke on the battlefield.

Lu Fa slowly withdrew his foot, the Asura Purgatory Halberd in his hand dissipating into specks of light. He turned, his dark red visor scanning the battlefield.

The remaining Oukes had long lost the will to fight and trembled under the siege of the Netherworld Demons.

His soldiers, though their armor was covered in dust, stood tall with their backs straight and their eyes burning with a long-lost flame of glory.

In no time at all, the remaining Oukes were completely annihilated by the Nether Legion's thunderous mopping-up operation.

The battlefield returned to deathly silence, with only the night wind swirling the ashes.

"General."

An Miu removed his armor and stepped forward. His voice trembled slightly with surging emotions.

Looking at his father, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, he felt a mix of emotions.

There was excitement of a long-awaited reunion, warmth of blood ties, but also a deep-seated worry and struggle.

Father... will he still be obsessed with avenging King Peel, and will he still ask me to follow that path of conquest and destruction?

Lu Fa gazed at his son before him and also removed his Asura Armor.

The dark purple light faded, revealing a face that had weathered many storms yet remained resolute.

The father and son stood facing each other silently, the air seemingly frozen.

The surrounding Netherworld warriors held their breath, their hearts still pounding.

The general's heroic figure on the battlefield just now made them feel excited, as if they had returned to the glorious years.

But who can truly fathom the general's thoughts? Will he forgive the past "betrayal"?

Under the intense gaze of countless people, Lu Fa slowly raised his right hand.

An Miu Xiu subconsciously closed his eyes, preparing to accept the possible reprimands, or even punishments.

However, the expected pain did not occur.

After a long while, he hesitantly opened his eyes, then froze on the spot—

The general I remember was always serious and cold, never showing a trace of tenderness...

At that moment, a smile appeared on his face.

The smile was awkward yet genuine, and even Lu Fa himself felt a little unfamiliar with it.

He raised his hand but did not bring down a heavy blow. Instead, he gently placed it on An Miu Xiu's head, rubbing his son's hair with an awkward gentleness.

"You've grown up..."

The deep voice no longer carried the harshness and oppression of a thousand years ago, but only a soft sigh after experiencing vicissitudes, and an undisguised...gratification.

The surrounding Netherworld warriors stared wide-eyed, almost unable to believe what they were seeing.

Is this... is this really General Lufa, the one they remember known for his iron-fisted and ruthless nature?!

The warmth emanating from that broad, calloused hand sent a sudden pang of emotion through An Miu Xiu's nose.

He opened his mouth, but his throat felt blocked by something, so he simply lowered his head and let his father's hand linger on his hair.

This moment of warmth is more moving than any victory horn.

Lufa withdrew his hand and glanced at his subordinates who were still in shock.

When his gaze met that of Qiao Shefei, Ku Fens, and the other veterans, these battle-hardened veterans unconsciously straightened their backs, their eyes flashing with a complex light.

It was reverence, expectation, and perhaps a sense of belonging that dared not be spoken aloud.

"What are you all standing there for?"

Lufa's voice returned to its usual coldness, but beneath the ice, it seemed that some kind of solid ice was quietly melting.

He looked around at his subordinates, who had followed him in battle for a thousand years and had been displaced ever since, and for the first time ever, he added:

"You've won a battle, aren't you planning to... celebrate?"

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for anyone's reaction, he turned around and walked straight into the night outside the ruins.

The Netherworld warriors behind him were all stunned, as if they had heard something unbelievable.

Celebration? When has this word ever been associated with their iron-fisted, conquering legions?

Even more unbelievable is that these words came from the mouth of one's own general.

By the time Lu Fa's figure had walked more than ten meters away, his back had formed a neat arc in the night wind.

The group seemed to snap out of a daze, exchanging incredulous yet secretly delighted glances before quickly following after them.

The sound of footsteps blended together in the ruins, revealing a long-lost sense of human vitality.

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Inside the villa, the interplay of light and shadow creates a tranquil atmosphere.

"Hmm~ Is this the result you wanted, little guy?" He Xi's voice rang softly in Cang Yu's ear, with a hint of amusement.

Cang Yu gazed at the projection of the father and son recognizing each other, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Don't you think... this ending is pretty good?"

He Xi chuckled noncommittally.

For her, as long as the little one in front of her is happy, what does it matter if the earth is set off like fireworks?

Of course, she knew that Cang Yu would never do that.

At that moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Cang Yu and He Xi paused their conversation. He looked at the door and said gently, "Please come in."

The door opened, and A-Zhui stood in the doorway.

only……

At this moment, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were unfocused, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes.

Cang Yu was slightly puzzled.

What did this girl do this time that made her face turn so red?

Seeing her standing at the door for so long without coming in, Cang Yu smiled helplessly and waved to her: "Come in first."

As if she had made up her mind, A-Zhui bit her lip, went inside, and gently closed the door behind her.

She walked to Cang Yu's side, but kept her head down and didn't say a word.

Meanwhile, within Cang Yu's consciousness space.

Keisha, He Xi, and Liang Bing exchanged a knowing glance.

"Oh," He Xi raised an eyebrow with interest, "Is Little A-Zhui finally going to 'make her move'?"

"Alright," Keisha said gracefully, crossing her legs with a smile in her eyes. "If we hesitate any longer, it might really be a long time coming."

Liang Bing curled her lip, her tone sour: "Tch, this little rascal will definitely lock the three of us in the 'little dark room' again later."