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It had fought against great swordsmen hundreds of years ago, knew how terrifying such enemies were, and understood that its counterattack just now wouldn't have harmed him.

It just wanted to get rid of Morikawa Yu and avoid the tragic fate of having its skull cleaved open with a single blow.

"Where are you looking?"

Suddenly, a soft shout rang in its ear.

It shuddered and realized that Morikawa Yu had leaped high into the air, stood in front of it, and slashed at its eyes with a knife.

If this strike lands, even if it doesn't die, it will lose an eye.

Moreover, the former is the most likely.

Qingyuan made a quick decision, turning his head away in an attempt to dodge.

However, a great swordsman's strike is not so easy to dodge. With its level of power as a great demon, it had no time to evade and was directly slashed through its eye socket, its eye being cut open.

Qingyuan let out a painful roar, threw away the bone knife, covered his eyes, and bluish-black blood oozed from between his fingers.

It truly regrets what it did today.

If I hadn't prepared this plan myself, I wouldn't be in this situation.

Even if they wanted to escape, they probably wouldn't be able to.

He will die, he will really die.

He first cut off his arm, then blinded him; he truly wanted to kill him, and also to avenge Guiyi and Qinggui, those two good-for-nothings, and make him taste fear.

"Please, don't kill me."

Qingyuan's massive body knelt down, covered his eyes, and lowered his head.

The arrogance he displayed upon his entrance had completely vanished, leaving only fear and humility.

He had also encountered an invincible enemy named Kamiizumi Nobutsuna, a formidable swordsman.

At that time, I was just a newly-formed demon from the Oni clan, and I rashly came to Kyoto.

In order to gain the approval of the demon ruler, Lady Qingluo, he accepted her test and challenged a human.

What he didn't know was that the human was the Shogun's master, possessed terrifying strength, and was even bestowed the title of Sword Saint by the Shogun.

Although the opponent's strength was not that of a true sword saint, but only a title, he was still not someone I could offend.

I had no chance against them.

The great swordsman easily severed his own head and humiliated himself.

If I hadn't become a great demon at that time, and hadn't been able to survive for a while even without a physical body, and hadn't been saved by Lord Qingluo, I might have really died.

In the end, however, Lord Qingluo recognized him and appointed him as a general of the Ghost Clan, granting him power to help him become stronger.

He was grateful for her kindness, loyal to her, and considered the Abe family his home, until... he encountered the same terrible enemy again.

No, I can't die here.

I must survive, return to Lord Qingluo's side, and return to the Abe family.

No matter what, just survive.

As for today's humiliation, one day, this human will repay it tenfold!

"Please forgive me!" Qingyuan said, bowing his head and kneeling on the ground, his posture humble to the core.

"I apologize for my offense and will make amends for my mistake!"

"You apologized to me and said you would make up for your mistakes, but what about the people who died because of your manipulation? Who will make amends to them? Who will apologize to them?" Morikawa Yu sneered.

He could sense Qingyuan's resentment.

Even so, Qingyuan still showed no determination, indicating that it was just a showy but weak-willed fellow.

Its greatest skill is bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Morikawa Yu had no pity for such a guy.

"Go and confess to them. What I need to do is send you to see them!"

He gripped Tsurumaru and Mikazuki tightly, drew his sword with his right hand, and thrust Tsurumaru directly into its brow. The wind gathered and exploded instantly.

Feeling excruciating pain in his head, Qingyuan struggled desperately, grabbing at Morikawa Yu with his still intact right hand.

Morikawa Yu drew Tsurumaru, leaped to avoid its hand, and then jumped onto its head, stepping on the back of its neck. With a single stroke, he severed its head.

Qingyuan's expression froze completely, and the burning red light in his right eye gradually faded.

Morikawa Yu didn't relax at all.

He didn't hear any system notifications, which meant that Qingyuan wasn't dead at all, or that the system determined the battle wasn't over yet.

He stepped forward, ready to deliver the final blow.

Qingyuan suddenly stood up, swaying, and grabbed his head, which had rolled to the ground, with his right hand.

Morikawa Yu was startled.

This was the first time he had encountered an enemy who would "pick up your head" and keep fighting.

Qingyuan was equally astonished.

The demon race possesses immense vitality; upon reaching the level of a great demon, they will not die even if beheaded.

Even so, it is the head that can move freely, not the body.

But now it's the body that's picked it up.

He was filled with doubt and unease, but then he heard a voice that he never expected.

"Qingyuan, you've done a great job."

"Lord Qingluo!?" Qingyuan asked in surprise.

It recognized the voice; it was the same Qingluo who had saved it and made it serve the Abe family.

She is the ruler of the Oni clan, the household god of the Abe family, and a top-tier existence among the great yokai, in no way inferior to Asaka, the household god of the Fujiwara clan, and Kurozo, the household god of the Tokugawa clan.

It is precisely for this reason that the Abe family has been able to become one of the three great families, and has not been replaced by other families to this day.

"Lord Qingluo, where are you?"

It wondered to itself, its tense nerves from the battle having relaxed considerably.

With Lady Qingluo here, this human great swordsman is nothing to fear. I can ask her to kill him now and avenge the humiliation I just suffered!

Qingyuan thought to himself with a sense of satisfaction, but suddenly realized that his consciousness was fading.

"I'm inside your body, Qingyuan." The voice slowly emerged in its consciousness, as if soothing it to sleep. "You want to get rid of this human, don't you?"

"Let me help you fulfill this wish now."

"What are you doing, Lord Qingluo?!" Qingyuan sensed something was wrong and panicked.

It felt as if its body no longer belonged to it, and its consciousness was fading, as if it would dissipate at any moment, filling its heart with fear.

"I will fulfill your wish for you," the voice said softly, but the tone no longer sounded like a suggestion, and the gentleness from before was gone.

"I have given you strength."

"Now is the time for you to pay your dues."

"No!!!" Qingyuan howled, finally fading away, leaving no trace of consciousness...

Morikawa Yu remained where she was, warily watching Qingyuan not far away.

From the moment it picked up the severed head, a strange black mist appeared around it, completely enveloping it, and its body continued to grow taller.

He originally intended to finish him off with a blow, using the wind to disperse the black mist, but its bone blade flew up and knocked him back more than ten steps.

In this brief moment, it completed its final transformation, reached out and grasped the bone knife, staring at him intently, as if scrutinizing something intriguing.

Morikawa Yu also looked at it, her brows slightly furrowed.

Qingyuan's appearance has changed drastically. Not only have his eyes and arms been restored, but his height has also nearly doubled from the height of a three-story building. His body has become much larger, and his face is extremely ferocious.

It's like it's become a completely different person.

It's not just about appearance, but also demeanor, and... temperament.

Above its head, there was another piece of writing, which he could barely make out, though it was somewhat blurry.

The prefix of that passage is "dominate," and the following explanation is "to be dominated, or to dominate everything about others."

The decision, without a doubt, was a decision, and a rather negative one at that.

Morikawa Yu became wary.

The resolve he had seen before was always gold, pale gold, or white, but this resolve was pitch black, emanating an unsettling aura.

He even felt it wasn't a decision, but malice.

"Who are you?" he asked, gripping Tsurumaru and Mikazuki tightly.

Qingyuan did not answer.

It scrutinized Morikawa Yu's appearance, looking him up and down, and shook its head as if to confirm that there was nothing special about him.

Who I am is not important.

"What matters is how you approach me."

It raised its bone knife, the blade of which also lengthened, igniting jet-black flames, and huge bone spikes extended from its arm.

"Submit, or die."

Morikawa Yu frowned, ignoring what it said.

He looked it over and shook his head.

This guy is clearly not Qingyuan.

But it has taken over Qingyuan's body and is stronger than Qingyuan.

He thought for a moment and guessed that it had used the same secret technique as the Green Demon from before.

This secret technique will deplete the user's life force, using all of their vitality to gain a short-term surge in power.

I just don't know exactly how much it has improved.

He charged forward instantly, took a step forward and slashed, then leaped into the air.

"Qingyuan" also swung his bone knife, slashing fiercely from above.

Morikawa Yu's expression changed.

He parried the blade of the bone sword, but a terrifying force emanated from the blade, nearly causing Tsurumaru to slip from his grasp. In the end, it was Tsurumaru's unwilling roar that brought him back into his hand.

But he was still knocked back to the ground by its slash, and it took him a while to regain his balance. His feet left deep footprints, and the ground around him was cracked.

If he hadn't used the wind to protect his feet at the last moment, his shoes might have been ruined.

He raised his head and stared at "Qingyuan".

Regardless of how long it can survive after using the secret technique, it is indeed powerful now.

Recalling the terrifying force of the opponent's strike just now, Morikawa Yu couldn't help but glance at his two beloved swords.

Tsurumaru's sword kept vibrating, as if it was still angry about what had just happened, constantly "urging" him to quickly finish off the guy in front of him and vent its anger.

The crescent moon chimed softly, as if comforting him, encouraging him not to lose heart, and inspiring him.

He looked at "Qingyuan" again.

There's no other way; we have to go.

It did something like that, it has to be dealt with, and the guy who's taking over it now is clearly not a good person either.

That dark determination... no, it should be called malice, it's just unsettling to look at.

Its owner is definitely not a kind person.

He stepped forward and slashed again, but this time he didn't leap up. Instead, he came to its feet and slashed at its ankle!

—Steel-Cutting Flash!

A large gash was instantly slashed open on Qingyuan's ankle.

Although it has become stronger and its defense has increased, it is still not a true high-ranking demon and cannot withstand his attacks.