Bengtie, I'm really not a villain!

She raised her hand, trembling, and looked at her quivering fingertips.

Those fragments that she herself had almost forgotten became clearly visible at this moment because of Jing Ye's power, as if a long-sealed treasure box of memories had been forcibly opened, and all the past was revived at this moment.

Jing Ye's figure appeared and disappeared amidst the surging domineering aura, gradually blurring, yet infinitely magnified in Fu Hua's pupils.

With each step he took forward, a muffled boom echoed in the air, and fine water droplets seeped from the metal walls of the training ground.

It was formed by the condensation of moisture in the air under extreme pressure, which slowly slid down the wall and gathered into a winding water trail on the floor.

Under the oppressive force, Theresa and the others, who were being controlled by the dolls, struggled in agony, letting out dying whimpers.

Kiana's eyes began to glaze over, her consciousness teetering on the brink of collapse.

The blood beneath Himeko's bandages had already soaked through the hem of her combat uniform, forming a dark red stream on the floor. With each convulsion of hers, the blood created tiny ripples on the ground.

Fu Hua's nails dug deeply into her palms, yet she felt no pain. She could only watch helplessly as it all unfolded, the shock overwhelming her like a burst dam.

Millennia of experience and combat prowess seemed utterly insignificant at this moment. Faced with Jing Ye's terrifying power, she felt true despair for the first time.

Jing Ye walked slowly forward, the soft crunching of his boots against the cracks in the floor like the footsteps of death.

Dark red bloodstains dripped down the edge of the combat boots, meandering into eerie patterns within the cracks.

With each step, a footprint tinged with blood mist was left on the metal floor.

He stared at Fu Hua's trembling body, a blood-red smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Fu Hua's distorted face was reflected in those cold, gleaming eyes, with a contemptuous look as if she were staring at an ant.

The oppressive feeling in the air grew stronger, making even breathing feel thick and difficult.

His "Conqueror's Haki" was forged on the battlefield of the Grammer Empire's doom.

When the Zerg surged out like a black tide, the sound of their sharp limbs slicing through the air was like thousands of blades being drawn simultaneously.

The swarming insects, blotting out the sky and carrying a nauseating stench, created eerie ripples in the air wherever they went.

Their hard carapaces gleamed with an eerie green luster, and their compound eyes pulsated with a madness capable of destroying everything.

The Empire's mech legions were no match for the Zerg; piles of metal wreckage lay in ruins, with scalding oil and the blood of soldiers flowing from the gaps between the debris.

The wreckage of the giant mech lay crookedly planted in the ground, with severed arms and limbs scattered everywhere, and the occasional mournful cries of the partially damaged machinery could be heard.

In the distance, the Empire's defenses were crumbling under the onslaught of the insect swarm, with explosions and screams echoing everywhere.

Jingye and Liuying, both serving as members of the Grammer Iron Cavalry, had longswords that were dulled and armor that was covered in cracks.

Before him stretched an endless swarm of Zerg, and behind him lay the Empire's last line of defense.

The cries of women and children, and the prayers of the elderly, came from behind the defense line, each sound piercing his heart.

Every Grammer cavalryman understood that once the defenses fell, the entire civilization of the empire would be utterly annihilated.

Every battle against the Zerg is a test of this power.

Jing Ye fought relentlessly amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, constantly pushing his limits.

He had witnessed his comrades torn to pieces by the Zerg's claws, and the Empire's cities reduced to ruins by the Zerg swarm. Once bustling streets were now piled high with corpses, and burning buildings illuminated the entire sky.

I have also seen my own blood stain the land beneath my feet.

It was this despair and pain that honed his domineering aura to become even stronger.

Unlike Fu Hua, whose civilization was once destroyed, Jing Ye genuinely saved the Grammer Empire.

They saved the Grammer Empire from the Zerg that were blessed with a breeding program.

Therefore, it is not surprising that his "Conqueror's Haki" would intimidate Fu Hua.

Jing Ye tugged at the doll's strings again. Theresa and the others' bodies convulsed uncontrollably once more, their painful cries echoing across the training ground.

Fu Hua was also implicated in this incident.

Jingye flicked his finger, and the Raiden Mei-like doll suddenly opened its arms, assuming a sword-wielding posture.

Mei's pupils contracted sharply, and her body rushed uncontrollably toward Fu Hua. Her combat boots crunched over the bloodstains and stray hairs on the floor, producing a sickening scraping sound.

Her consciousness struggled futilely in the darkness, and the sobs that came from her throat were stuck in her vocal cords, like a moth trapped in a glass bottle.

As Fu Hua watched the figure rushing towards her, the faint light emanating from the Feather Dust on her wrist was instantly crushed by Jing Ye's Conqueror's Haki.

An invisible pressure, like the tentacles of a giant whale in the deep sea, wrapped around her limbs and spine, pinning her to the spot.

Jing Ye's fingers, which were playing with the doll, suddenly tightened, and all four of them trembled simultaneously.

Himeko staggered and crashed into the wall on her left, her combat suit scraping against the metal with a hissing sound.

Kiana fell to her knees, blood from her forehead splattering onto Mei's combat boots.

Theresa was pulled to one knee by invisible threads, and the light of her holy mark flickered under the pressure.

Mei mechanically raised her arm, her five fingers forcefully prying open Fu Hua's hand and dragging her into the center of the circle formed by the four people.

The cold lights crackled overhead, and the silver light from the four weapons intertwined in the air, forming a cage.

Fu Hua stared at Mei's empty pupils, her own distorted reflection shimmering in them, and suddenly, warm tears fell onto the back of Mei's hand.

Those were tears that rolled down Mei's unfocused eyes, hot and with a salty, rusty taste—a kind of despair.

Fu Hua's Feather Dust on her wrist burst forth with dazzling golden light, her white hair danced wildly like burning flames, and her crimson battle suit fluttered in the air currents.

The aura of the Crimson Iris Immortal instantly swept across the entire training ground.

Just as the scorching power was about to erupt, the three blood-stained, furry dolls in Jing Ye's hands suddenly twisted simultaneously.

Raiden Mei, Himeko, and Kiana's bodies convulsed uncontrollably, like puppets whose strings had been snapped and then suddenly tightened.

Himeko slammed one knee heavily onto the ground, her wound reopening and blood quickly spreading across the floor.

Kiana bit her lip, stubborn tears welling up in her eyes but refusing to fall.

The three adopted a defensive stance, protecting Theresa behind them, their empty eyes staring straight at Fu Hua, as if silently pleading with her not to make any rash moves.

Jing Ye slowly and methodically rotated the doll's joints, the metal floor beneath his feet creaking under the weight.

As soon as Fu Hua took half a step, the breathing of the four people became rapid at the same time, and Theresa was pushed back by Kiana out of control.

Fu Hua looked at Theresa's tense back, Himeko's trembling fingertips, Kiana's stubborn tears, and Mei's still-wet tear tracks. The surging fairy power, like a flame being extinguished, gradually cooled down.

The flame patterns on Chi Yuan's battle suit flickered, eventually turning into specks of sparks and dissipating into the oppressive air, leaving only her limp hands trembling slightly in the silence.

Fu Hua's Feather Dust on her wrist shone brightly, its golden halo spreading out like ripples.

However, Jing Ye's lips curled into a mocking smile, and the doll in his hand continued to spin methodically.

His Observation Haki allowed him to see through all illusions, and he completely disregarded Yu Duchen's "trivial trick" in trying to drag him into a dream.

Fu Hua's pupils contracted sharply as she saw Jing Ye stride forward, shattering the illusions around him with each step.

The Conqueror's Haki erupted like a surging tide, colliding fiercely with Yu Duchen's spiritual power.

The air crackled under the strain, the ceiling of the training ground began to peel away, and rubble rained down.

Raiden Mei, Himeko, and Kiana, who were being manipulated, struggled in pain under the impact of the two forces, their bodies convulsing uncontrollably.

Kiana knelt on the ground, burying her face in her hands, letting out suppressed sobs.

Himeko's bandages were lifted by the airflow, and blood from her wounds was blown everywhere; Mei's hair was disheveled and stuck to her face, and tears mixed with bloodstains slid down her cheeks.

Fu Hua gritted her teeth and activated the Feather Dust with all her might, attempting to enhance her mental attack.

But Jingye's Conqueror's Haki was like an impenetrable wall, reflecting all mental fluctuations back.

She could clearly see the mocking glint in Jing Ye's eyes—a confidence in absolute power and a disdain for her futile struggle.

Ultimately, Yu Duchen's brilliance gradually dimmed under the impact of Conqueror's Haki.

Fu Hua staggered backward, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and the flame patterns on his crimson battle suit were completely extinguished.

She never imagined that her prized Yu Duchen would be so utterly vulnerable in front of Jing Ye.

Jing Ye continued to leisurely play with the doll, as if the fierce confrontation just now was nothing more than a child's game.

The light of Yu Duchen went out completely, and Fu Hua collapsed to the ground, her white hair falling like frost over her shoulders.

Before she could catch her breath, Jing Ye's domineering aura swept over her like a tangible wave, causing everyone's internal organs to churn and ache.

Jing Ye flicked his fingers to grip the hilt of the knife at his waist, a simple action that sent a sharp, tearing sound through the air.

Himeko, Kiana, Mei, and Theresa, who were being manipulated by strings, along with Fu Hua who was forced to stand up, involuntarily assumed a defensive stance.

Before Jing Ye's blade was even drawn, the mere act of drawing it completely thwarted the five men's attack.

Jing Ye casually turned the doll's wrist, and everyone's figures instantly became chaotic.

This iaido practice was like a precise death waltz. Jingye maintained an elegant sword-drawing posture throughout, with the blade hovering three inches from the scabbard without moving, yet he manipulated the five people at will with just his aura.

The five men knelt on one knee at the same time; in the face of his absolute power, even breathing became a luxury.

The five of them knelt on one knee at the same time. Faced with Jing Ye's absolute power, even breathing became a luxury.

Raiden Mei's nails dug deeply into her palms, yet she felt no pain. She watched as her uncontrollable arm trembled slightly.

The katana gleamed coldly under the cold light, and traces of blood from when it had slashed Fu Hua remained on the blade.

Jing Ye's domineering aura was like an invisible hand, pressing firmly on her heart.

Each breath felt like tearing apart my shattered lungs, and a metallic taste rose in my throat.

Her consciousness sank deeper into the darkness, her vision flashing with beautiful memories of her companions.

The laughter while sharing desserts with Kiana under the cherry blossom tree, Himeko gently instructing her on combat techniques, Theresa's energetic encouragement of everyone, and Fu Hua's stern yet caring gaze on the training ground.

But reality is like a cold steel needle piercing my heart.

Jing Ye twisted the doll's fingers, and her body began to move in an uncontrollable attack motion.

Seeing Kiana's contorted expression of pain, Theresa's clenched teeth and determined look, Himeko's cold sweat dripping down her forehead, and Fu Hua's unwillingness and heartache, Mei felt her soul being torn apart bit by bit.

"No... Stop..." Her voice was so weak it was almost inaudible, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

But Jingye's Iaijutsu pressure continued to surge like a tide, making her resistance seem so futile.

In this endless despair and pain, Raiden Mei's mind was gradually swallowed by darkness, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Under Jingye's relentless pressure with each wave of Iaijutsu, Raiden Mei's sobs gradually weakened.

She huddled on the wrecked metal floor, her trembling body shrouded in shadow, like a candle about to be extinguished in a storm.

Suddenly, the strands of hair that had been hanging down turned frosty. Starting from the tips, the silvery-white color spread rapidly like frost and snow in the dead of winter, devouring the original black color every second, and in the blink of an eye, it covered the entire head of black hair.

It was as if time had instantly stripped her of all her vitality.

Dark red lines climbed up her pale neck, like veins formed from dried blood, meandering up her cheeks and finally converging at the bottom of her eyes, dyeing her once clear eyes a deep blood red, as if two inextinguishable karmic fires were burning within them.

A soft tearing sound came from beneath the fabric of the combat uniform, like the gentle sound of a silkworm breaking free of its cocoon.

Dark red spider lily buds pierced through the fabric, their surfaces shimmering with a faint light, like imprisoned sunset clouds, appearing eerily beautiful and poignant under the cold lights of the training ground.

The edges of the petals had a translucent quality, as if they were cut from the softest silk, yet they also exuded an ominous and eerie feeling, as if they would turn to dust at the slightest touch.

The first bud blooms at the heart of the flower, with specks of gold dust seeping from the delicate stamens. They drift gently down with each breath, as poignant as cherry blossoms falling, or as life's final brilliance slowly fading away.

Jing Ye's fingers, which were manipulating the doll, suddenly stopped, the fingertips hovering in mid-air, and he raised an eyebrow with interest.

The Conqueror's Haki emanating from his body fluctuated slightly, as if he too was surprised by the sudden change before him.

Himeko, Kiana, and the others who were being manipulated also froze for a moment, as if even the marionette strings were frozen by this bizarre sight.

Himeko knelt on the ground, her blood-stained bandages rising and falling slightly with her breath, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

Kiana bit her lip, her usually stubborn face now filled with shock.

Theresa's eyes widened, and even the light of the stigmata dimmed slightly.

Fu Hua forced himself to lift his head, and upon seeing Mei's transformed appearance, his pupils contracted sharply, and a soft gasp of disbelief escaped his throat.

Raiden Mei slowly raised her head, her empty eyes seemingly burning with two clusters of ghostly fire.

As the spider lily buds bloomed one after another, her body began to float uncontrollably. Beneath her tattered combat suit, dark red petals unfurled like butterfly wings, forming a poignant band of light around her.

The petals swayed gently with the airflow, as if performing a beautiful dance of death.

Raiden Mei's petals trembled slightly, and in a daze, memories overwhelmed her like a flood breaking through a dam.

In the blood-red twilight of Izumo, Furibas was not seen when Jingye's blade pierced her chest, but she could almost feel the warm blood dripping from the tip of the blade onto the back of her trembling hand.

When both the mother and Himeko were pierced by Jingye's sword, there was no fear in their eyes, only relief.