"Don't tell me you've already achieved your goal," Ye Xingchen sneered.
“I admit I’m still a little ways from my goal,” Yoshio Matsuoka grinned. “But that doesn’t hinder our cooperation.”
"I can release your father, and you can take him back with you."
“The dragon veins haven’t been fully nourished yet.” Ye Xingchen stared at him. “And although you have the identity of an evil god, your divine nature has not been fully developed.”
"So without the righteous energy within my father, you would only be a half-baked person. I don't believe you would let him go so easily."
"Hehe, I don't deny that what you said is true, but there's one thing you've overlooked, and that is that there are far more opportunities in this world for me to have godhood."
“Absorbing your father’s righteous spirit is one method, but I have other methods.” Yoshio Matsuoka revealed a wicked smile.
"You can achieve your goal by sacrificing 100,000 lives?" Ye Xingchen suddenly realized.
“That’s right, that’s right. Sacrificing 100,000 lives will achieve the same goal.” Matsuoka Yoshio laughed heartily.
"Now you only have two choices: kill me or save your father."
"Second, I will let you go, and you can rest easy, but you will have to pay the price of 100,000 lives lost by your Chinese people."
Yoshio Matsuo leaned down, and even though Ye Xingchen couldn't see his face, he could still sense just how disgusting the face behind the mask was.
"Well? Make your choice, haha. You Chinese always talk about fighting for the greater good, now it's your time to be tested."
"Will you choose to sacrifice those who are completely unrelated to me? Or will you take a gamble and see if you can defeat my evil god body?"
"You're really despicable." Zhang Shih-hao was furious. This bastard was truly despicable to the extreme.
"Haha, despicable? Haven't you Chinese always hated us? I want to see what you choose when faced with humanity and righteousness." Matsuoka Yoshio laughed loudly: "You only have a fifty percent chance of killing me."
"And I guarantee that before you can completely kill me, I can take Ye Jinyu's life in an instant."
"So? Take a gamble, or choose to tuck your tail between your legs and leave?"
"Hehe, Yoshio Matsuoka, you're underestimating us Chinese too much, aren't you?" Ye Xingchen slowly raised his head.
“It’s not that I’m looking down on you, but the deep-seated flaws in your character can never be erased.” Yoshio Matsuoka sneered, “You were like this a century ago, and you will still be like this a century from now.”
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you today," Ye Xingchen said coldly. "The result I've chosen is probably not what you want."
"So? Are you going to choose to kill me? Haha, your chances of winning aren't great, Mr. Ye." Matsuoka Yoshio laughed even harder: "I advise you to tuck your tail between your legs and leave. After all, you only have one life."
"And I, now possessing the divine status of an evil god, coupled with my superior bloodline, will soon be invincible under heaven."
"Is that so?" Ye Xingchen raised his head, and suddenly, he smiled slightly.
As he laughed, he pointed forward with his right hand, and then Chixiao transformed into a sword beam more than ten feet long, which roared towards Matsuoka Yoshio.
*Swoosh...* A white sword beam suddenly appeared out of thin air.
Snap... The silver mask covering Yoshio Matsuoka's face suddenly split in two.
At the same time, a shocking bloodstain appeared on his face.
He staggered back a few steps, his face filled with disbelief.
Ye Xingchen... actually chose to take action? He had absolutely no chance of winning, okay? Why would he choose a path that was disadvantageous to him?
"How about it? Isn't it unbelievable?" Ye Xingchen laughed.
Yoshio Matsuoka wiped his face, and when his hand touched the deep, bone-revealing wound on his face, he couldn't help but let out an angry roar: "Ye Xingchen... how dare you destroy my body."
Yoshio Matsuoka's body is that of someone with extremely pure bloodline, and his physical strength is very high.
Moreover, he had been a wandering ghost for decades, and now that he finally had a decent body, he never wanted to go back to that old life. He never wanted to live that illusory existence again.
He cherished his body so much that he never expected Ye Xingchen to be someone who would act without hesitation.
"Is this body yours? To destroy your body? Are you even qualified?" Ye Xingchen sneered, grabbing with his right hand, the Crimson Sky Light in his hand continuously amplified.
His strength surged in that instant, and he entered the Saint realm in one step.
"Yoshio Matsuoka, you committed heinous crimes in China first, and then colluded with the Jin royal family." Ye Xingchen said calmly, "Today I will kill you to prove the will of Heaven."
"Hahaha, you're crazy, you must be crazy." Matsuoka Yoshio laughed maniacally: "I gave you a way out, but you didn't want it, Ye Xingchen, this is your choice."
“That’s right, this is my own choice.” Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: “Matsuoka Yoshio, the 100,000 souls of the Chinese people are waiting for you. Come and pay with your life.”
With a flick of his wrist, the Crimson Blade Sword roared, and its sword light expanded continuously, instantly enveloping Yoshio Matsuoka.
"Heh, you really think you have a chance of winning? I am a god, what do you have to compare with me? Ye Xingchen, I guarantee you will regret the choice you made today."
With a turn, Yoshio Matsuoka transformed into a wisp of black smoke and escaped from the sword light condensed by Ye Xingchen.
Then a silver mask was placed over his face, and at the same time, he grabbed with his right hand, and a huge samurai sword appeared in his hand.
His body continued to grow larger, eventually becoming a giant warrior over ten feet tall.
His legs slowly bent, and he slowly raised the samurai sword in his hands.
A chilling killing intent surged from him; at that moment, it was as if the ancestors of the Matsuoka family had possessed him.
The Matsuoka family has always been known for its good generals in Japan. Although this guy is ruthless and bloodthirsty, the fierce spirit passed down through generations of the Matsuoka family still remains.
So this guy has decided to fight Ye Xingchen to the death.
"Well done." Ye Xingchen raised an eyebrow, and a white sword circle appeared in his hand, Chixiao.
The white sword light kept expanding, keeping Bai Wei and Zhang Shihao outside.
"Ye Xingchen, what are you doing? Are you going to deal with this guy by yourself?" Zhang Shihao was stunned and tried to step forward, but it was too late.
"It's none of your business how things are between him and me," Ye Xingchen smiled slightly. "Anyway, killing this guy isn't a big deal."
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