"No, Your Highness, I didn't... I didn't..."

As Wuying tried his best to explain, he gripped his lower abdomen with increasing force, until he could no longer stand.

"Wuying, let go of your obsession and get some rest," Shang Xiye said softly, her eyes red and her voice trembling. "Go, go and be with Wuzhong. I hope that whether you exist or not, you can find peace in the end."

"No... Your Highness... I am not injured, please don't think that way, I just..." Wuying's voice grew increasingly strained.

Blood began to seep out inexplicably from between his fingers, which were covering his lower abdomen, as if someone had really pierced through it.

Xue Bingling stared at the bizarre scene before her, her heart taut with tension.

"Brother Shang, be careful!"

"Master, retreat immediately!"

Suddenly, she and Ghost Face shouted in unison and rushed forward simultaneously.

Wu Ying, who had been kneeling on the ground clutching his bleeding abdomen, suddenly raised his head and grinned maliciously. He thrust his hand, which was supporting him on the ground, fiercely at Shang Xiye. Between his thrusting hands, a dark demonic blade gleamed with a chilling, soul-devouring light.

Shang Xiye had taken precautions early on.

Before Xue Bingling and Guimian could warn him, he had already leaned back and slid backward at full speed to dodge.

The demonic blade, gleaming with a chilling, eerie light, almost grazed his lower abdomen, its murderous aura tearing his robes apart.

Shang Xiye could even feel the icy, bone-chilling touch of the blade.

"As expected of my master, as expected of the legendary God of War, your reaction is as fast as I remember, your skills are truly remarkable." Wuying stood up from the ground with a wicked grin, raised his hand and blew on the blade in his hand, and said, "However, as your closest subordinate, I know all your strengths and weaknesses. Today I will step on the corpse of you, the God of War, to rise to the top."

"Pah! I'll step on your grandma's leg! You should take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror. You don't even deserve it!" Ghost Face spit out his tongue wildly, his saliva flying all over Wu Ying as if it were free.

"You beast, don't be so hasty. Once your War God master's soul is scattered, you and that little fox behind you will also be in for a beating," Wuying laughed wildly, no longer bothering to hide the fact that he was a fake.

"You've probably forgotten, haven't you? I pinned you to the ground and almost used you as a chew toy to finish you off." Ghost Face swung its tail and stepped forward, its mouth full of sharp white teeth, a mocking grin spreading across its face. "If it weren't for the male master stopping it, would this little weakling still exist in this world?"

“Ghost Face is a divine beast. You are just a mortal cultivator. You can’t defeat it,” Shang Xiye said confidently.

"Stop talking. You all know my true strength. No matter how much you deny it, I am still someone who can rival you, my God of War master..."

Xue Bingling finally understood after watching for a while:

The fake character called Wuying in front of us should be a conjured illusion based on Brother Shang's memories.

As long as Brother Shang and Ghost Face are certain that he is weak or does not exist, he will be weakened indefinitely, or even disappear.

When it comes to verbal sparring, men are never as good as women; they go back and forth, and you have to wait for the other person to finish speaking.

Xue Bingling couldn't stand it any longer and interrupted Jia Wuying, speaking in the melodious voice of a holy priestess: "A master is a master, and a servant is a servant. From ancient times to the present, I have never heard of any servant who could overthrow his master, let alone rise to power by stepping on his master's corpse. If such a person exists, he is a despicable creature whom everyone should kill, and whoever is condemned by heaven and earth!"