Fox Demon: This villain is always misunderstood.

Chapter 483: With great power comes great responsibility?
"Damn it! Give me back the sword of kingship!"

Wang Fugui was still struggling desperately, but even if his microcosm exploded on the spot and he entered the Super Saiyan mode, for Tushan Yiyi, it was nothing more than a combat power of 10×10 becoming 100.

I can only say that there is a difference, but it is not a big difference.

"Calm down. If I were you, I wouldn't say anything."

At this moment, a voice that Wang Fugui was extremely familiar with slowly sounded in his ears.

Bai Yuechu came to his side at some point, and took out a brush from somewhere. He took advantage of Wang Fugui's inability to move and started to do whatever he wanted to his face.

"Hey, hey, hey! White-cut chicken, what are you doing?"

"Nothing. Anyway, I can't leave for a while. Tushan Yiyi wants to kill time by looking at your Wangquan Sword, so I can just paint on your face."

As he spoke, Bai Yuechu began to write on Wang Fugui's face.

"Baiqieji, you bastard, didn't I sacrifice the sword of kingship just to save you?
I tell you, if this young master's sword of royal power is gone, the first thing I will do when I get out is to fight you to the death!"

Seeing that Wang Fugui seemed to be really angry, Bai Yuechu also embarrassedly put away the "tools" in his hand.

"I told you, stay calm. You can't lose your sword of kingship."

"how do you know?"

Wang Fugui looked at Bai Yuechu with some suspicion.

"Think about it, in who has the Sword of Kingship been in the hands of the past five hundred years?"

"Of course it's Tushan Yiyi..."

Wang Fugui replied reluctantly.

"Then let me ask you again, looking at the entire circle, is there anyone who can snatch things from Tushan Yiyi?"

"Well, it seems that there really isn't one."

You know, even the legendary third young master of Aolai Kingdom couldn't do anything to Tushan Yiyi.

It was really hard for Wang Fugui to imagine who would dare to snatch things from Tushan Yiyi.

"That's it. Since the sword of kingship was not taken away from Tushan Yiyi, there is only one possibility, that he took it out voluntarily."

Wang Fugui was slightly stunned.

Bai Yuechu's speculation did sound a bit magical, but apart from that, there seemed to be no other more reasonable explanation than this.

"You mean to say that my sword of royal power was given to me intentionally by Tushan Yiyi?"

"I think this may be related to Wang Quanfugui five hundred years ago. Maybe he reached a deal with Tushan Yiyi before he died, and the content of the deal was that Tushan Yiyi must return the Wangquan Sword one day in the future."

This kid is quite smart.

Sherlock Holmes is possessed, right?
Tushan Yiyi, who had been eavesdropping on the side, also had a barely perceptible smile on her face.

"Then the question is, even if there is such a deal, can't he just give it back to me first and then snatch it back from me?
Do you know how the ancient books of the Dao League record Tushan Yiyi? The shame of Tushan, the most despicable and shameless fox demon in the entire Tushan, no one else!

I heard that he was the first to start the protection fee collection business in Tushan, which led to the establishment of the Anyi Group today!"

The shame of Tushan, it's been a long time since I heard someone praise me like this...

A hint of nostalgia flashed across Tushan Yiyi's eyes.

Honestly speaking, compared to being busy and exhausted by inexplicable things all day long like now, Tushan Yiyi still prefers the time five hundred years ago.

As a rookie at that time, he was actually no different from the people in Wangquan Baiye.

Do whatever you want, do nothing, do whatever you want all day, and act according to your own wishes without any scruples. But now, although my strength has indeed become stronger, I don't know how many times stronger it is than that time.

But as my strength increases step by step, the responsibilities on my shoulders also become heavier.

Gradually, Tushan Yiyi had to consider more things.

He had to consider Tushan, Heihu, Dongfang Yuechu, and Tushan Honghong. All of these seemed like a heavy burden, and sometimes even made Tushan Yiyi feel a little breathless.

When I watched movies before, I thought that the famous quote in Spider-Man, that with great power comes great responsibility, was purely a movie effect. If you had power in real life, wouldn’t you immediately become a Homelander?

But now, Tushan Yiyi seemed to gradually understand all this.

Responsibility is often accompanied by power.

As long as you still care about people and things, you can't get rid of this thing.

Of course, if you don’t want anything and just like to be alone, then just pretend I didn’t say anything.

But in that case, what's the use even if you gain power?
When you have enjoyed everything in this world until you are numb, all that is left for you is endless loneliness, until you commit suicide...

Just as Tushan Yiyi was still sighing silently in his heart, in the distance, the battle between Long Ba and the Lord of the Underworld finally ended.

Accompanied by a loud dragon roar, Long Ba held the Lord of the Underworld in his mouth. In the blink of an eye, he flew in front of Tushan Yiyi accompanied by a gust of wind.

"Boss, I win."

"Ah."

Tushan Yiyi nodded, and at the same time looked towards the direction of Aolai Kingdom above her head with some regret.

It hasn't shown up yet. To be honest, the monkey's endurance this time was indeed beyond Tushan Yiyi's expectations.

However, this also means that the monkey’s retreat should have reached the most critical stage.

He should have found a way to restore some of his strength. Otherwise, with his proud character, how could he allow himself to act like a coward?

No matter how Tushan Yiyi provoked him, he hid in his "turtle shell" of Aolai Kingdom without saying a word.

"Well, fine, if you don't want to come, then don't come. If you don't come, the Huangquan clan of the underworld, and the underworld, will have to be called Tushan in the future."

Tushan Yiyi shook his head, and then turned his gaze to Fengquan in front of him.

"Your Highness Fengquan, how is it?"

Feng Quan glanced at his father who was lying unconscious on the ground, took a deep breath, and finally a look of relief appeared on his face.

How should I put it? This result was expected a long time ago...

"We are willing to accept defeat and the Huangquan clan of the underworld are willing to let Master Tushan Yiyi deal with us."

After saying that, Fengquan knelt down on the ground with his whole body prostrated and bowed his head deeply towards Tushan Yiyi.

"Your Highness!"

"I would rather die than suffer this humiliation!"

……

The moment they saw Fengquan kneeling down to Tushan Yiyi, some of the Huangquan tribe's strong-willed people immediately chose to commit suicide.

In an instant, the entire Yellow Spring River was stained with blood...

(End of this chapter)