"Mother, do you know how I've been living in Dazhao all these years?" Shang Xiye tried her best to suppress the anger surging in her body and heart, her suppressed and deep voice like the roar of a trapped beast.

Zhao Qinglian stammered, unable to speak: "...Ye'er, Mother, I..."

“Of course you don’t know, and I don’t want to say it either. It’s all the fault of that old hag Sun Yuhe. She deceived you and hid things from me. I don’t blame you for that,” Shang Xiye said through gritted teeth, his words almost emphatically. “But just because our son doesn’t say anything, can you pretend you know nothing? Do you think that six-year-old child who would cower in your arms and tremble with fear at the sound of thunder grew into the invincible war god he is today? Do you think the war god’s invincibility is really so easy and effortless?”

"Brother, Mother also has her reasons. This is not what she wanted." Jun Shimi felt that his words of persuasion were so pale and powerless.

"I know this is Father's will, not her wish," Shang Xiye sneered angrily. "So, just because of this phrase 'not her wish,' you want to push away the only light in my life, to push away my hope for life?"

"Ye'er, what is this... Feng Yao, she..." Zhao Qinglian was shocked.

She knew that Shang Xiye was deeply in love with Ji Fengyao;

But she never expected that he would see Feng Yao as the light of his life and the hope for survival!

What should we do?!

Shang Xiye's eyes grew colder and darker, and his voice even carried a hint of sinister: "The more than ten years I spent growing up alone in Dazhao were like living in a dark and sunless prison. After my father passed away, my world became even colder and darker."

I can only feel alive when I keep killing, killing, killing on the battlefield! Only when I feel the blood of the enemy and my own blood splattering everywhere.

This is the origin of the God of War as you know it.

"If I hadn't met Feng Yao, if she hadn't devoted herself to healing me, warming my heart, giving me hope for life, and letting me feel the beauty and light of life, I would have died last year!"

The roar was so powerful that it made the soundproofing array tremble twice.

Zhao Qinglian, Jun Shimi, and Wanqikafu were even more shocked and speechless.

They had neither experienced it nor witnessed it firsthand, yet Shang Xiye's words and tone were enough to send chills down their spines and make them feel as if they had personally experienced it.

"Half of this darkness stems from my mother's sudden departure. For a six-year-old child, what could be more devastating than being rejected and abandoned by one's own mother?" Shang Xiye's voice grew increasingly cold and wicked, revealing his bloodthirsty and ruthless side as a war god: "To speak disrespectfully, the kindness of my mother in giving me life has been almost completely eroded by the darkness of these past twenty years; the father you speak of is, to me, a complete stranger whose face I cannot even imagine. Yet you laughably dare to use his dying wish to touch my sun?"

Shang Xiye suddenly stood up and unleashed all his power.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the cabin, along with the soundproofing array set up by Zhao Qinglian, shattered completely.

The ship was shaken violently.

Ji Fengming, who was steering the boat at the bow, was caught off guard and was about to fall into the water.

Black Owl rushed forward, grabbed his collar, and launched himself into the air on his sword.

Driven by inertia, Ji Fengming instinctively leaned back and hugged Hei Xiao back, treating him like a lifeline, clinging to his neck like a koala struggling to survive.