Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter 170: Battle Report
At this moment, the voices inside gradually faded away, leaving behind a deathly silence. Then, three people, dressed and expressionless, walked out, kneeling in front of Kong Heartache. They bowed their heads to the ground, not daring to raise them again.
Kong Heartache looked at them for a long time before suddenly stomping his foot and letting out a heavy sigh. He murmured, "Get up. This... isn't a big deal... They are prostitutes, and men, well, it’s unavoidable..."
The three individuals on the ground began to tremble.
As three martial arts experts, in normal circumstances, what kind of beautiful women would they be unable to find? Yet now, they had to rely on the lowest of prostitutes to vent their desires! This was undoubtedly a tremendous humiliation for them!
"The throne..." the three cried out in despair!
"Stop crying!" Kong Heartache's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "Once we catch Chu King of Hell, I will... I will directly put him in a brothel and set a price! As long as someone visits him, I will reward that person a hundred taels of silver! Play him to death!"
The three men raised their heads, their eyes shining with excitement.
Only by treating Chu King of Hell in this manner could they vent their hatred!
"Kill those three women!" Kong Heartache's eyes gleamed with malice: "From now on, no one must know about this matter!"
"Yes."
While Iron Cloud City was in chaos, Chu Yang had already awakened. After all, the commotion was too great. He knew that the people from Golden Horse Knights Hall had come to break into the prison.
However, he did not rush to go out immediately. Instead, he lay on the bed for a while, closing his eyes and carefully reviewing his plans before murmuring, "In war between two nations, what is good or evil? Is there? Or is there not?"
After thinking for a long time, he finally let out a deep sigh.
"Your mindset is problematic," the sword soul said in his consciousness: "An enemy is an enemy! There are no heroes among enemies; there are only those who want your life. You can do whatever you want to your enemies; the ultimate goal is always the same: to kill them!"
"If you still cling to such moral views, admire your enemies, or feel guilty towards them, then your path will be much harder than it is now. It may even be impossible to reach the end."
Chu Yang remained silent for a long time before softly saying, "In the end, I am just a martial artist, not a politician or a heroic overlord."
"If I were truly like Diwu Qingrou, resorting to any means, then would I... still be Chu Yang?"
The sword soul sighed and fell silent.
What the sword soul said was very true: an enemy is an enemy; no matter how you deal with them, it is justified. As long as you turn your enemies into corpses, then using a thousand methods to achieve that is not wrong.
Yet within Chu Yang's heart, there remained a sense of persistence belonging to martial artists.
Thinking about the malicious traps he had set earlier made him feel somewhat uncomfortable. Although if given the chance to do it again, he would still do the same, but he still felt something in his heart.
Chu Yang had always believed in being upright and honorable. Whether seeking revenge in his past life or sparring, it had been a straightforward confrontation.
However, the current situation was too dire, the responsibilities too heavy; moreover, he had to confront a formidable overlord like Diwu Qingrou. One misstep could lead to an irreversible calamity.
So, he could only strive to dig deep into his own wisdom, considering everything from an angle that was absolutely advantageous to himself and absolutely detrimental to his opponents.
Chu Yang was somewhat worried that if his personality continued down this path, digging deep into his inner darkness and coming up with despicable and shameless schemes, would he lose his true nature? Would he become someone like Diwu Qingrou?
After thinking for a while, he finally got up from the bed. He thought to himself, as long as I have my own thoughts, what does it matter if I walk out from the Sea of Blood? I am still me!