"Ye Crow? Why are you here? You are not seriously injured... This is... Winter Palace, how could I be here? That night..."

Ye Bei struggled to sit up. Although the medicine had already taken effect, the long-term bed resting still made him feel a splitting headache, his body felt like rusting, and he was not very obedient. He didn't know what happened that night, but only remembered Luo Ye Ge and an unexpected knife, and then... he woke up.

"Your Majesty, no, Ye Bei, the king of Beiye Kingdom, I, Ye Za, have a few questions to ask you."

Ye Ya's tone was no longer as respectful and humble as usual. When he stood in front of Ye Bei with his sword, he was no longer the leader of the Iron Guards, nor the sword dancer who was named a knight, but the child who survived the village.

"What do you want to ask?"

Ye Bei did not show any panic about Ye Ya's disrespect and his sword standing in front of him. Instead, he stood up and stretched his muscles and bones, as if he was completely unaware of his situation. He was not a natural inheritance of the throne. He had never experienced any scenes, not to mention that he was a soul-transforming martial artist.

Ye Ya was silent for a moment and said, "Do you still remember Yucun? A small village with less than 100 people on the border of Leiming Country."

"Yucun...I don't remember it. I still have some impression of Leiming Country. It's so pitiful. There are only thirteen small city-states in total. With the scattered villages, I almost never encountered much resistance during the conquest. So, are you here to take revenge?"

Ye Bei recalled and said, his tone was still relaxed, as if he was chatting with an old friend. The emperor should have was fully expressed in Ye Bei, or he didn't care about the murderous intent in Ye Yao's eyes.

"Lei Ming** is not strong and his country is weak. Your army is countless times better than them. Whether it is occupation or plunder, it can't stop you, but why do you want to slaughter the villages and cities? We can't even eat enough, why do we kill them all?"

Ye Ya's hand holding the sword trembled slightly. He tried to calmly speak and restrained the murderous intent in his heart. He was no longer the child who had escaped from the desert and was not even afraid of death. How could he be afraid of the old man in front of him who was over fifty years old?

"I will tell you three points. First, the army that expeditioned at that time did not belong to me directly, but to the private army of various families. Second, most of these soldiers had no discipline, and even criminals were counted. Third, the civil war was stopped at that time, and the national treasury was empty and could not provide enough military pay and food. Therefore, I had to massacre the city. One was to shock and the other was to save food. Have you ever eaten human flesh? The army had not enough food and had reached the point of eating dead human flesh. In this case, what would you do?"

Ye Bei's words were already very tactful. He knew very well what war looked like. Massacre and looting were just common. If he did not do this, the army under his command would be starved to death. Only by fighting can he last for a long time. If Ye Bei's wife benevolence, how could he ascend the throne? How could the Beiye Kingdom be one of the three empires?

"You mean, we should be damned, right?"

"Do you know why there are wars in this world? Because there are many problems that cannot be resolved in peace. Wars will indeed die and cause damage, but in the same way, it can also cleanse the dirty mud and water, promote history and change. You have experienced the cruelty of war, but have you seen that the peace of the Northern Ye Kingdom for more than ten years after the war was not achieved through words. It is not just royal power built on blood and corpses, but also joy and happiness."

Ye Bei paused for a moment, and his expression gradually became solemn. "No one deserves to die. He is just a different situation. Even if he does it again, I will still choose to massacre the city. This is not a question of right or wrong, but I must do this. Don't use this naive reason to refute me. War has always been cruel and terrifying, but it is inevitable. This is a normal state, even if it lasts billions of years, it will still be like this."

"Yes, you are the monarch, I, Ye Zao, are just a survivor who is surviving. As you said, you and I have different situations and different ideas. Since this is your answer, you must be ready to bear the consequences."

Ye Ya suddenly laughed, Is this the answer?

Joy and happiness?

Why is your joy and happiness in Beiye Kingdom based on the destruction of my family?

"You could have killed me directly and left calmly, but you chose to wake me up. In fact, you already understood why I wanted to massacre the city, but I just didn't want to agree with my practice. You want to see me panic and want to see me beg you for your life? Hahahaha, I, Ye Bei, are a little older, but I am not that powerful yet. Come on, give you this opportunity, let me see what you call hatred and promote you to grow to."

Ye Bei did not summon the guards or escape. He turned around and pulled out a long sword from the scabbard hanging by the wall. Large pieces of rust were covered with sword body, as if they would break with a slight swing. It didn't look like the sword that a king should have.

Ye Ya relaxed his sword hand, his expression returned to calm, and he adjusted his breathing. The Yalan Lei Steel Sword had turned into blood red at some point. Ye Bei blinked his eyes and drew his sword!

It's time to end it all.

The two men disappeared from the same place at the same time, with sword blades intersecting. Before any sound could be made, the violent energy had destroyed everything around them, as if they were swept by a storm, and the ground was messy.

How many moves are needed to fight life and death?

If it were normal times, Ye Ya would not have fought so hard, and he would have left some room to go back, but this time he had no intention of leaving alive. He was the strongest martial arts, and he would be divided into life and death in an instant, whether he died or Ye Bei died.

The Yalan Lei Steel Sword cut off the rust sword without any effort, almost touching Ye Bei's neck, but Ye Ya's pupils had lost their color. Ye Bei's left hand, which was hidden under his sleeve forever, was holding a short dagger, and pierced through Ye Ya's jaw from the top of his head. The Yalan Lei Steel Sword fell weakly to the ground. Blood dyed Ye Bei's hand red like a stream along the dagger, and a pool of redness accumulates on the ground in a blink of an eye.

He seemed unwilling to dodge any more, even if he died with Ye Bei, the sword was a little slower after all.

"How could the sword shown in front of others be faster than the dagger in the sleeve? I don't understand such a simple truth. You can't be the sword dancer, and you are not worthy of this Yalan Lei steel sword. Your stupidity is beyond my expectations."

Ye Bei is a monarch who is proficient in killing. He knows the mentality of Ye Crow too well. He should use any means to kill people. He will lose nothing after death. At the beginning of the throne, he has faced many assassinations, including many masters of Soul Transformation and Spiritual Martial Arts. It is not a lucky opportunity for him to survive until now.

Drawing out the dagger, warm blood splattered on Ye Bei's expressionless face.

Even though he was already dead, Ye Bei's left hand was still firmly pressing on Ye Bei's shoulder. He tried his best, grabbed the muscles through his fingers and stuck the bones tightly. The severe pain still failed to move Ye Bei, as if he had been bitten by a bug.

But the next second, Ye Bei's expression changed, and there was a hint of surprise and a subtle panic in his eyes.

Ye Zao's face instantly turned dry and shrank. His originally tall body gradually hunched over, his red hair dryed into ashes, and his surging spiritual power gathered in his spiritual core, and cracks spread all over it, becoming increasingly unstable.

Damn it!

Ye Bei had only time to have a thought flashed through his mind. He kicked Ye Ya's chest with a sudden kick, but it was too late. The terrifying spiritual power burst out. Ye Ya's body instantly turned into blood and evaporated completely. Ye Bei, who was so close to him, was not spared. The spiritual power shield he had been rushing could not resist it and shattered in an instant.

The skin was constantly melting and peeling off in the terrifying spiritual power. Ye Bei's right hand was left with only the skeleton. The walls and ground were like ice and snow falling into magma, disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. No, this was not disappearing, but was completely decomposed, just like the bones of his right hand, turning into fine powder and constantly dissipating.

"So...this is your answer..."

The spiritual core is the foundation of the spiritual sage, and the spiritual core of the soul-transforming spirit martial arts stores terrifying spiritual power. If it explodes at one time, it will definitely not be inferior to the power of the ninth level or even the forbidden spell. However, not everyone can detonate their own spiritual core. This requires the use of the first-level spell magic to explode, but it is also listed as one of the forbidden spells by the council, and it will never be allowed to appear in any form.

Spiritual explosion is different from other spells. It does not require spiritual arrays or chants to release them. Its original name was spiritual transformation. Its purpose was to improve the human race's physique that is increasingly unsuitable for spiritual practice. However, it was later discovered that this spell is difficult to control and will affect the stability of the spirit core. At the very least, the spiritual power will collapse, and at the worst, the spirit core will detonate.

It is only the first level because it is very easy to master and is listed as a forbidden technique because the spiritual explosion once caused unimaginable disasters. Atoris, who was nicknamed the Decline of Spiritual Path, evaporated overnight, leaving only scorched earth and deep pits everywhere. The culprit was the spiritual explosion. Since then, this spell that is only the first level has been awarded the title of forbidden spell.

Because it is low-level, it can explode with huge power, so for some extremist organizations or churches, for certain purposes, let their believers learn spiritual explosions as deterrent and weapons. No matter how explicitly prohibited the Star Moon Parliament and other countries, it is difficult to completely eliminate the spread of spiritual explosion spells.

The terrifying spiritual power burst out completely, and the dazzling white light spread very quickly, as if it was a vortex that devoured everything. The room disappeared directly, but it still had no intention of stopping, but instead became larger and larger.

die?

Ye Ya didn't care, this was the answer he gave. Before he came, he was ready to die. Although the sword was slow, he could still do it if he wanted to detonate his spiritual core before death. The joy built on suffering will eventually end with blood and corpses. Today is the day to repay!
Chapter completed!