They Are Archenemies, But They Have A Child - Chapter 51

Chapter 51: True Feelings

Celestial forces descended upon Mount You Su, where the assembled demons were already standing ready.

Unlike the celestial soldiers, who were uniformly arranged, the demons—of various appearances and postures—were mixed together by clan, their eyes filled with eager anticipation.

“I’ve long hated those Immortals. Today, I’m going to kill a few extra to vent my frustration!”

“My younger brother and my father both died by Yun Qingwu’s hand. Even if I can’t kill Yun Qingwu this time, I’ll at least restore some dignity for my brother and father!”

In contrast, Leng Lici was much calmer. He sat in a luxurious black wooden chair in a relaxed posture, casually wiping the bone sword in his hand.

Dan Mu stood nearby. She looked at the crowd and quietly asked, “Your Honor, if Yun Qingwu truly tries to kill you today, what do you plan to do?”

Leng Lici didn’t stop his movements, his tone utterly unruffled: “Do you think this Lord would show mercy?”

Dan Mu breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest: “I knew it! Your Honor, you definitely won’t be ruined by beauty.”

Then she grew angry, some feathers on her body bristling: “Yun Qingwu clearly had ulterior motives for approaching Your Honor! I absolutely won’t forgive him!”

Leng Lici glanced at her: “Just you?”

Dan Mu’s eyes darted nervously: “What about me!”

Leng Lici looked away, choosing not to engage further.

Dan Mu’s thoughts shifted. Remembering something, she glanced toward the Li Palace. Xiao Dao, lying in the cradle, was still chuckling foolishly, unaware that his two fathers might be fighting to the death soon.

Alas, what a poor little baby.

…

The originally clear sky suddenly grew overcast, with layers of white clouds blocking the sun. Only a few rays of light peeked through the gaps, barely maintaining the brightness of the land.

Yun Qingwu held his ice spear, standing on the cloud and looking down at Mount You Su, his expression stern: “Leng Lici, do you recognize your mistake?”

Leng Lici rose leisurely, flying up into the sky. His gaze was fixed on Yun Qingwu: “Willing to admit defeat? Is the Sovereign a poor loser?”

Yun Qingwu tightened his grip on the ice spear, a flash of pain in his eyes: “Am I the one who can’t accept losing?”

“The outcome isn’t final until the end. I win this round!” Leng Lici lifted his chin slightly, his expression arrogant.

Yun Qingwu lowered his eyes, extending his right hand, and the ice spear swung within his grasp: “If that is the case, then I have nothing more to say.”

Leng Lici drew his bone sword and met the attack: “Then cut the nonsense.”

Red light and white light collided, and a massive wave of air vibrated outwards. Animals in the vicinity shrieked and retreated. Leaves rustled loudly, causing a flurry of bird cries.

Like a battle horn, the armies of the two opposing sides began desperately charging at their enemies, determined to kill the other side.

Shouts, screams, and the clash of weapons became the predominant sounds in the territory of Mount You Su.

Lu You tried to rush into the battlefield, but Qing Yuan grabbed him and pushed him toward a safe spot, setting up a barrier.

“Qing Yuan! What are you doing?”

Qing Yuan wiped a thin layer of sweat from his face and chuckled: “Little Deer, you’ve already had your revenge. Don’t let your hands be stained with blood anymore. I’ll take care of this.”

With that, Qing Yuan blew a whistle to the surrounding area. Snake demon clans with scales covering their bodies emerged from all directions and followed Qing Yuan into the battle.

On the main battlefield, You Sumei took the lead. The fox clan soldiers he led instantly saw their morale surge, and they fought with increasing fervor.

You Suqian stood on high ground, his gaze lingering on You Sumei for a moment. He curved his lips in satisfaction, then shifted his attention to Leng Lici.

You Suqian: “Leng Lici, fight. The best outcome is for you to be covered in wounds and half-dead.”

Yun Qingwu distinctly felt that Leng Lici’s power had risen to another level.

This meant that perhaps there was another batch of innocent souls in the mortal realm who had died due to the manifestation of the gods’ wrath.

Several ice blades were instantly melted by the true fire, yet Yun Qingwu felt as if those ice blades had pierced his own internal organs.

The chill in his heart made his chest numb, but even so, the oppressive force that should have appeared was still nowhere to be found.

His emotions were complicated. He retreated as planned, giving Yang Yuanli and Hua Yuan space to enter the fray.

“I will take you on!”

Yang Yuanli received Yun Qingwu’s command. His long blade slashed the air, the blade humming like a dragon’s cry, and a wave of killing intent rushed directly toward Leng Lici.

At the same time, Hua Yuan drew his Clear Rain Sword. Forming a hand seal with his right hand, several cold sword lights unfolded in the sky above Leng Lici, forming a sword array. At a single command, they all descended upon the person within the array.

Leng Lici shifted his gaze from Yun Qingwu. The bone sword in his hand stretched indefinitely, curling like a spiral in the air, easily deflecting the fiercely incoming sword rain.

His sleeves fluttered. The eight fox tails behind him suddenly lengthened and swayed in the wind, firmly locking the wave of killing intent five meters away, while fox fire erupted and returned the attack to its sender.

“Just you two?”

Leng Lici scoffed. With a flick of his sleeve, several Nightmare Spirit Blades flew out, stabbing toward Hua Yuan.

Hua Yuan’s eyes darkened. He narrowly dodged them. The scattered sword array then merged back into one, becoming a massive sword intent that pressed down from above Leng Lici’s head.

Leng Lici’s eyes narrowed. He flung out a silver needle, which instantly expanded several times its size, directly pinning the sword intent to the spot.

“Yun Qingwu, fight me!”

Leng Lici looked directly at Yun Qingwu, his tone frigid.

Yun Qingwu looked away, his hands clenched into fists behind his back, holding the Bisi Pill.

He did not want to use the Bisi Pill unless absolutely necessary.

It was as if, if he used it, certain emotions he refused to face would burst forth, leaving nowhere to hide.

“Leng Lici, you must take responsibility for what you have done.” Yun Qingwu’s voice was slightly hoarse.

“Responsibility?”

Leng Lici sneered: “I simply won. Why should I take responsibility?”

“You wretch! Die!”

Yang Yuanli, who had been ignored, had lost his patience.

He raised his mountain-cleaving blade, swung it horizontally toward Leng Lici, and the calm air was suddenly swept up, turning into a long dragon. The dragon roared as it rushed toward Leng Lici’s back.

At the same time, Yang Yuanli charged at Leng Lici’s face with his blade, carrying the ruthless intent of a killing blow.

He wanted to prove that, apart from his birth, he was in no way inferior to Yun Qingwu!

Yun Qingwu’s eyes narrowed. He hadn’t expected Yang Yuanli to suddenly attack at this moment. His breath hitched, and he instinctively wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

Leng Lici, who had been facing away from Yang Yuanli, swiftly dodged the charging dragon and simultaneously struck the dragon’s head with his palm. Amidst the green and red sparks, the dragon wailed and instantly dissipated.

The bone sword, which had been circling in the air, changed direction and wrapped around Yang Yuanli’s body.

Clang—

Thud—

The long blade and the bone sword collided, unable to break free.

Leng Lici’s golden eyes narrowed slightly. He reached out and forcibly snatched the long blade away.

“Overestimating yourself.”

He tossed the long blade aside, rotated his hand, and the bone sword abruptly contracted.

Yang Yuanli gritted his teeth but still couldn’t hold back a cry of pain.

Seeing this, Hua Yuan’s expression darkened. He thrust his sword forward, and as he struck, he materialized three copies of himself, simultaneously attacking Leng Lici.

Leng Lici kept his right hand moving, his figure leaping through the air, also splitting into three copies to counter the attacks sequentially.

The battle reached a stalemate. Yun Qingwu looked at Yang Yuanli’s increasingly pale face and slightly strained breathing, his hand tightly clenching the pill.

He looked at Leng Lici, his eyes red: “Leng Lici, are you truly going to continue making mistakes?”

Leng Lici’s expression was arrogant, his red hair flying in the wind: “What mistake have I made?”

The two confronted each other in silence, neither willing to yield.

“Forget it.”

Yun Qingwu suddenly turned around and swallowed the pill.

He closed his eyes, allowing the bonds, the hesitation, and the reluctance to recede like a tide. The suppressed hatred and the pity for his innocent, tragically killed clansmen swelled exponentially.

“Ugh—!”

An invisible, immense pressure suddenly descended upon both of them. Yun Qingwu gripped his ice spear, barely stabilizing his stance.

Leng Lici knelt on one knee, gasping for breath. The bone sword that had tightly constrained Yang Yuanli released its hold with a clatter and shrank back to its normal size.

Fresh air rushed back into Yang Yuanli’s body. Suddenly freed from his near-death state, he was momentarily disoriented.

The three duplicates dissipated simultaneously. Hua Yuan seized the opportunity to form a sword array again, and several beams of sword light pierced down from the sky—

Having lost control of his body, Leng Lici couldn’t dodge in time. He could only manage to raise a barrier with his fox tails, barely deflecting the damage.

His vertical pupils were visible, filled with ferocity. He glared fiercely at Yun Qingwu, his eyes showing unwillingness, disgust, and pain. But those emotions vanished in an instant. He retracted his bone sword, used all his strength to resist the pressure, and formed a hand seal with his right hand, attacking the approaching Hua Yuan with several bursts of fox fire.

However, this action was ultimately futile resistance. The rapid dissipation of his power left him physically weak.

Yang Yuanli finally recovered. He retrieved his mountain-cleaving blade and joined the battle without hesitation.

Under the siege of the two, Leng Lici’s body gradually became stained with blood. He used his bone sword to support his body, deeply aware that if this continued, he might be defeated here.

Why?

A massive sense of refusal, overwhelming and devastating, swept over him along with his physical weakness.

Ha—

He laughed coldly.

Why should he be bound by this?

He’s had enough!

Leng Lici’s eyes turned cold. He took out a red string.

The red string was called the Heart-Severing String, and it was typically a pair making up one complete magical artifact. By controlling one of the red strings, the other would synchronize with it.

Before leaving, he had put the other red string on the child’s neck.

Leng Lici looked at Yun Qingwu again, his gaze showing the ruthlessness of having burned all his bridges.

Either he would gain freedom from this moment, or they would go to hell together.

Yun Qingwu forced himself to watch the whole event. The Bisi Pill was circulating in his body, but it only brought him a moment of calm. Following the calm was a backlash that surged exponentially within his dantian, like a saw ceaselessly churning inside it, making his qi and blood churn and his chest feel heavy and tight.

He wanted to break through the constraints but couldn’t find a single way out.

His gaze flickered and landed on Hua Yuan.

Yun Qingwu’s pupils instantly constricted. Before he could think, his body had already rushed forward.

He saw that Hua Yuan’s sleeve concealed a Soul Devouring Claw. He was cautiously moving step by step toward Leng Lici. He wanted not just Leng Lici’s life, but his demon core as well!

The current Leng Lici was completely unable to withstand the attack of the Soul Devouring Claw. If he were struck, it was not impossible for his soul to be scattered instantly.

No!

It cannot be!

Hua Yuan knew the current opportunity was fleeting. He gripped the Soul Devouring Claw, aimed for the chance, and struck fiercely toward the demon who was futilely resisting on the ground, with the speed of a killing blow.

…

In the instant the Soul Devouring Claw was about to strike, a flash of white abruptly charged forward, covering the person on the ground, and forcibly took the blow.

Pfft—

Yun Qingwu felt a metallic taste in his throat, and a spray of bloody foam burst out. The turbulent qi inside his dantian seemed to have finally found an exit, flowing out completely.

The emotions that had been forcibly suppressed surged over his heart like a tsunami.