Lu Bu, the Thunder General, is my adoptive father in Genshin Impact.

In the tense atmosphere, a true, inevitable death match is about to erupt.

Author's note and reward are here!

Ah, it's available now!

Okay, enough with the musings, let's get down to business.

First of all, thank you to everyone who has read this far. Please allow me to shout: You are all great readers! — This is to express my gratitude for your unwavering support.

Now that I've thanked you, let's talk about the plot.

I revised the outline of this work as I wrote it, and the current story is completely different from the first draft. I even censored Miyamoto Tsubasa... That's right, the initial setting was that Tsubasa was a boy, but halfway through writing, I suddenly had a fantasy and wanted to make him a yandere lunatic, so that's how it came about.

However, XP and such are just insignificant side events. The key to revising the outline is to make the plot more impactful, which means making the story more convoluted.

Compared to the initial bland outline, the current plot is much more dramatic, bringing a refreshing or shocking moment every now and then. Even so, I still feel it's not enough; the excitement should be doubled.

Classic scenes are definitely included, such as "A true man is born between heaven and earth, how can he live a life of subservience to others!", followed by stabbing General Lei Dian in the back...

As for the knives and such, face them with a smile! I will distribute candy and knives in a nine-to-one ratio, and believe that everyone has a bright future!

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Based on my best record, if I put in my full effort, I can write up to 11000 words a day (nearly six chapters) without affecting my life.

However, I usually update twice a week, and occasionally I'll update a little more frequently. The reason is simple—

lazy.

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Chapter 60 Revenge

"The souls of the creatures I kill will be automatically devoured by the evil spirits. Only by erasing me can their souls be saved... Be grateful! I have sent your subordinates to 'Paradise' ahead of time, teaching them to escape the suffering of mortal life!"

The deep, muffled voice rose to an extremely high pitch as he walked calmly toward Xiao Yi.

Enraged, Xiao Yi transformed into a dazzling bolt of lightning, unleashing a swift and deadly slash at the monster that had killed hundreds of his subordinates.

Dust billowed up instantly, and purple and red blades intertwined, blocking the attack.

Thanks to Miss Ying's guidance, Xiao Yi's weapon would have been destroyed on the spot at this stage. However, the price of learning lightning elemental enchantment is...

Their blades clashed, sparks of two different colors flashing continuously. The extremely hot sparks ignited the grass where they stood, and the battle area instantly burst into flames.

Xiao Yi and Chong were unconcerned about the high temperature environment. Both of them focused all their strength on their blades. As long as one side gained the slightest advantage, they could expand it infinitely until they crushed the enemy.

whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

The two were less than half a meter apart, and Xiao Yi could clearly hear heavy breathing, which made him extremely angry, and the power he output even exceeded his limit.

Xiao Yi gained the advantage!

The sheer force caused the opponent to lose his balance. Taking advantage of the critical moment when the enemy retreated, Xiao Yi suddenly slashed at the enemy's knife-wielding hand. The enemy, without dodging or avoiding, slashed at Xiao Yi's neck.

brush!

The crimson demon sword, now out of control, grazed Xiao Yi's face and fell to the ground behind him along with the hand holding the sword.

The severed-armed demon retreated to create distance, and Xiao Yi's Evil Eye shone brightly with heavenly light. A bolt of lightning struck behind him, completely destroying the severed arm and the demon sword he was holding.

A real man never looks back at an explosion, and Xiao Yi has no mood to look at the explosion now. He only wants to take revenge and avenge the five hundred soldiers and Saro!

The evil spirit completely ignored the damage to its limbs, and only let out a low, slow, strange laugh: "Hahaha—Great, it's you, the one I've been waiting for!"

The evil spirit's gaze lingered on Xiao Yi's profile, where the demonic blade had just grazed him, and a small amount of blood was flowing from the wound.

"Any wound cut by my blade will instantly necrotize; that's how it is for everyone." The remaining left hand of the demon flickered with crimson electricity, and a new demonic sword appeared out of thin air. "But you're different. Your wound actually bleeds! It bleeds! Beautiful crimson!!!"

Xiao Yi did not respond, but walked toward the distraught humanoid monster with a serious expression, his knuckles turning white as he held the knife.

The dark mask couldn't conceal the evil's pleasure: "Do you know what this means? In the past, when I swung my sword, I never saw any blood spurt, no matter how many people I killed. But with you, I can finally get what I wanted! How delightful, how joyful!"

The bleeding from the facial wounds stopped quickly, but Xiao Yi's body gradually disintegrated, turning into pale purple dust that drifted away with the air currents from the burning wild grass.

Enraged, Xiao Yi strode toward his enemy, while overjoyed, Chong also strode toward Xiao Yi.

Both of them appear relaxed, but in reality, they are ready to go all out at any time and enter a combat state where they can slash dozens or even hundreds of times per second.

Like a duel between cowboys in the West, the right distance is the best time to kill, but this distance can only be grasped by oneself, and the slightest carelessness will result in a head falling to the ground.

They were only five steps apart, then four, then three—and both swung their knives at the same time!

The burning lawn could not conceal the clash of purple and red, and the sparks flying everywhere were dazzling. A light drizzle began to fall from the sky, but the two sides clashing swords did not get a single drop of water on them. Their strikes almost covered the entire space.

brush!!!

The purple lightning blade remained, but the crimson demon sword fell to the ground—Xiao Yi had severed the evil spirit's left arm.

The vacuum of silence, devoid of swords and spears, was immediately filled with rain. The two sides endured the wind and rain, staring at each other without uttering a word.

The sound of raindrops striking the earth, extinguishing the burning weeds, heavy breathing...

Xiao Yi wasn't unscathed either; he had several wounds on his shoulders and waist, with blood staining the clothes around the wounds, but overall it wasn't a serious injury.

"How tragic. I intended to sever your limbs and enjoy the splattering blood, but I was so engrossed in your existing wounds that I failed to inflict further damage. However, your swordsmanship, with its unique style as if created by a god, has truly broadened my horizons..."

The wounds on Chong's severed arms by Xiao Yi did not ooze any liquid, but instead emitted a continuous stream of black smoke, like the painful karma of a person who died unjustly.

As Xiao Yi prepared to deliver the final blow, the demon suddenly tried to kick the demon blade with its right foot, attempting to send it flying and pierce Xiao Yi's chest. However, Xiao Yi was more skilled and faster, striking first and severing the demon's right leg before it could reach the weapon.

The evil spirit fell backward to the ground, letting the rain pour over her.

"Great, wonderful! I'm growing to like you more and more!"

“A kind soul once said that after a battle, the one whose head is at the highest point is the victor,” Xiao Yi said emotionlessly. “Miyamoto Tsubasa, I have now taken the high ground. I have won. Your plan has failed.”

The sky was filled with the rumble of thunder, a strange change caused by Xiao Yi's complex emotions.

He pondered silently how to deal with this invincible monster, whether to take it back to Inazuma Castle, build a museum there, and invite the soldiers' families to come and spit on it.

Or imprison them in the castle tower's cell, subjecting them to "ultimate humiliation" every day?

Xiao Yi recalled what Chong had said before the war began.

If it lives, the victims will never be able to be reincarnated...

Those who harm evil spirits shall be killed without mercy!

“You’re someone who knows how to analyze pros and cons. Although you’re easily blinded by emotions, you always make the right decisions in the end.” Chong continued to speak to himself, “According to my guess, the cold rain and the joy of victory have calmed you down.”

"You should understand now, right? You can no longer return to Inazuma Castle, so the best option now is to respectfully help me up and then join..."

Wow!

Xiao Yi suddenly swung his sword and severed the head of the evil spirit. Lightning flashed across the sky at the same time, and the continuous flashing of lightning returned to calm. Xiao Yi looked up and let the rain pour down on his face.

Black smoke rose from the severed neck, and soon the clothes completely flattened, as if a tattered black robe had been discarded there.

"It really hurts... This body retains the ability to feel pain... There's a huge difference between inflicting pain on others and enduring pain yourself..." The mask continued to emit a muffled sound, "I didn't expect the ending... It's not quite what I anticipated..."

whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

Xiao Yi stomped on the cracked obsidian mask, and in an instant, he felt the whole world become quiet. There was no more annoying heavy breathing, no more dull and trivial chatter, and even the noisy wind became refreshing.

The remaining fragments of the mask emitted a final black mist, slowly rising until they completely dissipated and returned to nothingness.

"No matter how you frame me, Miss Ying can prove the truth. She's my eternal support. Besides, Big Brother has really had a tough time, bearing so much..."

He had no time for idle thoughts and sprinted toward the military camp.

……

The flames in the military tents had been extinguished by the rain, or perhaps all the combustibles had been consumed; in any case, the camp, devoid of even light, was exceptionally desolate.

Only the main gate, which was not part of the main battlefield, was spared from the flames, but Xiao Yi did not see any of his comrades' bodies at the gate. He quickly walked deeper into the military camp.

Before he had taken more than a few steps, Xiao Yi heard someone calling his name; the voice sounded very familiar.

"Xiao Jun! It really is you!"

Big brother?!

Xiao Yi quickly ran towards the source of the sound.

Chapter 61 The Last Survivors