Magical Water Margin: They all call me brother

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Several times, Yulan was frightened by Wu Song's kindness and asked him why he was so good to her. The only answer she received was, "Aren't we family?" Does an older sister need a reason to help her younger sister?

Yulan was stunned. Her mission was never to be Wu Song's wife. Whether she married him or became his sister, it was all her father's mission. He told her to win him over, monitor Wu Song, and frame him if necessary!

Struggling, collapsing, agonizing, countless extreme emotions nearly tore Yulan in two, and this agonizing state reached its peak when Zhang Dujian asked her to frame Wu Song!

Supervisor Zhang also noticed Yulan's struggle, but simply said something understated.

“If you dare to leak the news and help Wu Song, I will definitely let her know that you have been lying to her all along and spying on her all along—at that time, would your good sister still treat you as well as she does now? You are my daughter, not her sister.”

Yulan was stunned for a moment, and sadly realized that she had no choice and no way out from the very beginning.

She really didn't dare to gamble on whether this older sister, whom she had only known for a few dozen days, would forgive her for the deception and betrayal from the very beginning after betraying her father.

Left with no other choice, Yulan yielded to her father once again. She framed Wu Song, stuffed all the family's valuables into Wu Song's room, and then cooperated with her father in staging a dramatic scene where the thief cried "stop thief!"

Meanwhile, Wu Song was still completely unaware of the betrayal by those around him. He was thinking that since they had been good to him, he should repay Zhang Dujian. After finishing a day of teaching, he was exhausted and wanted to rest when he suddenly heard someone shout "Catch the thief!" He immediately got up to catch the thief, but he stepped into a trap set by Zhang Dujian. He was surrounded by dozens of skilled fighters, his hands and feet were bound by dozens of sticks, and then a large number of ropes were thrown out to restrain him.

"What are you doing? I am Wu Song! Yulan's sister! Why are you arresting me instead of catching the thief?"

Seeing that these people were all Zhang's close associates, Wu Song did not try to break free by brute force, but instead tried to explain himself. By the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late. He had already been tied up and taken to the county government office. He watched as his own sister, Yulan, testified in court that she had stolen Zhang's property. Several servants also found a large number of treasures in Wu Song's room, making the case airtight!

With witnesses and physical evidence gathered, and the county magistrate having accepted gifts from Supervisor Zhang, the magistrate sentenced Wu Song without hesitation. The only missing piece was a confession. Wu Song looked at his sister Yulan in disbelief. The feeling of being betrayed by his family was something he had never experienced before, and it almost shattered and destroyed her worldview.

Seeing that Wu Song was staring straight at Yulan without saying a word, the county magistrate got tired of pretending and used his memory restoration technique to beat Wu Song mercilessly. Wu Song didn't utter a sound and took three hundred blows. He was almost beaten to death before he confessed. He was then quickly imprisoned.

In prison, the critically wounded and dying Wu Song slowly opened his eyes. His piercing eyes burned with boundless hatred—"I've been waiting for you to beat me to near death so I can maximize the power of Heavenly Wound! What are you bastards waiting for?!"

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At the same time, Shi En also suffered retaliation. Jiang Menshen, who had recovered from his injuries, gathered the local militia under Zhang Dujian and once again attacked Happy Forest. Although Shi En had learned some Tiger Claw Style techniques, he had only been learning them for a few dozen days and was still a bit rusty.

Last time, she was defeated by Jiang Menshen in one move.

This time, she fought Jiang Menshen for twenty rounds without a clear winner. Then, after thirty rounds, she ran out of energy and fell into a disadvantageous position. In the fortieth round, she was knocked to the ground again by the three-headed, six-armed Jiang Menshen and received another good beating! Only then did he let her go. If Shi En's father hadn't been a jailer who was not easy to deal with, Jiang Menshen would have dared to kill her directly. He wouldn't have let her go after just a beating!

Then, Shi En immediately realized that Wu Song was also going to be in trouble, and quickly contacted him, only to find that Wu Song had met with misfortune at the same time as him.

Just when the three were at their wits' end, Liu Hong appeared at just the right moment.

Chapter 216: Wu Song's Prison Break Amidst Blazing Fury

After some discussion, the four decided how to rescue Wu Song. Liu Hong knew the dangers of Feiyunpu and wanted to rescue his sister in advance. However, while everyone was discussing, Wu Song, who had just been imprisoned, had already made his move.

After eating a barely edible prison meal and barely regaining some strength, Wu Song pretended to faint from the pain and lay motionless on the straw mat. When the jailers were clearing away the dishes, they saw that she was not waking up and remembered that she had been beaten three hundred times during the day. They assumed that Wu Song had been beaten to death and therefore opened the cell to check on her.

The moment the iron bars opened, the prisoner on the straw mat suddenly rose up like a demon from the deepest hell. His shoulder muscles churned like raging waves in a storm, and he hurled a bamboo chopstick. The black shadow cut through the air with the sound of a tiger's roar!

"call out!!!"

The three-inch bamboo transformed into a deadly arrow; before the jailer could even react, the bamboo tip had already pierced half an inch into his brow.

In an instant, drops of blood splattered along the bamboo grain, and the sound of skulls cracking was like firecrackers exploding in the cranial cavity. The skull exploded like a ripe pumpkin! Red and white fluid mixed with bone fragments splashed onto the blue brick wall, and three bloody molars were still trembling slightly as they were embedded in the cracks in the stone.

Wu Song's throwing of bamboo chopsticks wasn't very powerful; at most, it could only be driven into a brick wall. However, she was currently in a weakened state, even worse than when she fought Li Cunshen's old dragon last time. The enhancement from her Heavenly Wound was even more terrifying, and the fragile bamboo chopsticks she threw with her bare hands had the power of a musket shot!

The broken bamboo chopsticks, still brimming with momentum, dragged half a brain matter into the beam, vibrating and humming, startling the flying squirrels on the beam. The headless corpse swayed, then crashed to the ground, splattering a cloud of blood mist that gleamed gold in the torchlight.

Just as another jailer's scream reached his throat, Wu Song threw out the second bamboo chopstick, smashing it accurately into her head. Then, with a sudden push of his hands, the iron chains on his wrists shattered into dozens of black iron butterflies, fluttering in the rain of blood as if about to take flight!

"A prison break! Someone has escaped from prison!"

Wu Song frowned and realized that the one roaring was actually a prisoner. The prisoner was arrogant and even looked at Wu Song with a hint of provocation. Wu Song didn't know if the prison guards had planted a spy in the prison or if the prisoner was jealous of his impending escape and deliberately caused trouble.

Regardless of the reason, Wu Song ignored him. He drew the swords from the two jailers, restored them to their dual-sword form, casually picked up a chopstick that was embedded in the ground and broken into half. With another flick, he smashed the noisy prisoner's cervical spine and throat, killing him instantly!

However, at this moment the entire prison was on high alert. Many prison guards rushed over and, upon seeing that it was Wu Song, immediately lined up at the narrow prison entrance and unleashed a torrent of arrows!

Wu Song frowned. The entrance to the arrow rain was too narrow. Facing such a dense prison, there was no room to hide. But it didn't matter. She immediately activated her Iron Arms mode. Dozens of arrows rained down on her like a storm. There were clanging sounds and sparks flying everywhere. They couldn't kill or hurt the prisoner who was barely breathing and seemed to have only a sliver of blood left!

"Om-"

Two curved blades spun in Wu Song's palms, forming a pale, swirling wheel. The gusts of wind whipped up by the blades overturned the torches atop the wall, and in the flickering, leaping light, the image reflected in the jailers' pupils was no longer human—it was a demon king descended from heaven, shrouded in rust and stench, riding a terrifying demonic tiger!

With a swift, sweeping motion, Wu Song's left sword slashed like a silver python turning, severing two prison guards into four pieces from their ribs. Before their bloodied entrails even hit the ground, Wu Song's right sword had already parried three steel forks. With a downward thrust, he even dislocated the arms of the three guards, causing their palms to bleed!

Wu Song charged forward again, and as the blade flashed, thirteen fingers, along with half a throat, shot into the sky, and blood beads congealed into a crimson necklace on the back of the blade.

A one-eyed jailer raised his shield to block, but saw two swords overlapping to form a bloody cross, pressing down like a mountain, splitting him and his shield into four pieces of wood and four pieces of rotten flesh. The yellow and white brain matter from his skull was still warm when it splashed onto the faces of the others!

"Don't be afraid! She's that prisoner who was almost beaten to death this morning! Look at her now, she's probably barely clinging to life! Everyone, attack together! Take her down!!!"

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!!!"

Wu Song wasn't in great shape either, so he stopped blocking and used his "Copper Head and Iron Bones" technique for the second time, turning his flesh and blood into brass. While enduring the jailer's next attack, his twin blades unleashed a bloody storm. Severed limbs carpeted the blue brick floor, and drops of blood splattered on the stone steps like a crimson waterfall. Wu Song spun and slashed, stepping on half an eyeball. The two blades made different sounds as they sliced ​​through different bodies.

Ribs were severed as easily as tearing silk, cervical vertebrae were smashed as easily as breaking bamboo, and pelvic bones were cleaved as easily as breaking a jar. A single backflip slash unleashed a wave of blood over ten feet long. The last three jailers, clutching their bleeding bodies, staggered backward, knocking over the red-hot branding iron on the rack. The smell of burnt flesh mixed with the stench of blood filled the air!

For the third time, Wu Song used his copper head and iron bones to withstand the spears, bayonets, and swords of the surrounding prison guards. Despite the barrage of arrows and crossbow bolts, he remained unharmed, slashing and killing like a demon god, creating a bloodbath as if he were in an empty field! After the two curved swords spun and danced for the last time, Wu Song stood amidst a mountain of flesh made up of thirty-three mutilated corpses. Only the beast heads on the hilts of the two ghost-headed swords were dripping hot human blood, their blades completely dulled and broken, leaving the nearby prisoners dumbfounded.

Is it reasonable for a prisoner who was about to be beaten to death and was on the verge of death to kill a squad of nearly forty prison guards in less than a minute?

Wu Song remained silent, took two brand-new curved swords from the jailer's waist, slung them over his shoulder, took the key, wrapped himself in a cloak, opened the cell door, pushed off the wall with both feet, and climbed the three- or four-meter-high courtyard wall like a cheetah, escaping from the prison. Without looking back, he rushed towards Zhang's mansion, the residence where he had lived for dozens of days and almost regarded as his home!

Upon entering the city, Wu Song went straight to the outer wall of Zhang Dujian's back garden. The four-meter-high wall was no match for Wu Song; he easily scaled it in two movements. He lay in wait in the shadows, and once the man passed by, he dragged him into the bushes. The farmhand was about to scream when he saw a gleaming knife in his hand under the lamplight, and he was so frightened that he went limp. He could only cry out, "Spare me!"

Wu Song sneered, "Do you recognize me?"

Upon hearing the voice, the servant realized it was Wu Song and was immediately terrified. He cried out in a low voice, "Sister, the day the Commander tried to harm you, it had nothing to do with me. Please spare me!"

Wu Song calmly asked, "I'll spare you, but just tell me the truth: where is Supervisor Zhang now?"

The farmhand replied tremblingly, "I was eating with Jiang the Gatekeeper at the Mandarin Duck Tower today."

"Is that the truth?!"

Wu Song's tone suddenly became stern, and his eyes turned fierce, trying to scare him.

The servant was so frightened that he hurriedly swore, "May I be struck by lightning if I'm lying! I only beg you to spare my life! I didn't participate in your scheme, sir!"

Wu Song glanced at the farmhand with pity: "You knew the supervisor was plotting against me, and you still say you didn't know?! What a joke! This is how complicated the social relationships in the Song Dynasty are. If you want to kill one person, you have to kill their whole family, and you won't be spared!"

Before the servant could react, Wu Song raised his knife and killed one person as a sacrifice to the heavens. Then, dragging his body, which was barely clinging to life, and with only nine seconds left of his Copper Head and Iron Bones time limit, he strode towards the Mandarin Duck Tower, which was destined for him, like a demon god.

Chapter 217: Bloodshed and Revenge at the Mandarin Duck Tower

Wu Song, who had always freely entered and resided in Zhang's mansion, naturally knew the way. He passed through flower bushes and dense woods, heading straight for the steps of the Mandarin Duck Tower. As he tiptoed up the stairs, he overheard Zhang, the supervisor, talking to Jiang, the gatekeeper. Wu Song hid at the top of the stairs and listened, only to hear Jiang praising him repeatedly.

"Thanks to you, sir, for avenging my grievances. I will repay your kindness tenfold! I would gladly die for it!"

Zhang, the military supervisor, snorted coldly: "We haven't taken revenge yet, so we can't kill her in prison. It would leave a bad reputation. We'll have the magistrate exile her to the frontier another day, with a hundred-pound wooden cangue to restrict her martial arts. I remember there's a place called Feiyunpu a few dozen miles north of here. It's a cliff, extremely dangerous, with only a suspension bridge connecting the two cliffs. I'll send my personal guards there now to kill Wu Song on that bridge to eliminate any future trouble."

Jiang Menshen was overjoyed: "I'll also instruct my apprentice to strike right there! I'll make sure that Wu Song doesn't leave alive!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Song's burning rage surged to a blazing height, piercing the heavens. Wielding two curved blades, he charged into the building like a demon. A few brightly lit candles and slivers of moonlight streamed in, illuminating the upper floor and projecting Wu Song's terrifying, demonic image directly onto the two men, as if in divine retribution!

Sitting in his chair, Jiang the Gatekeeper was startled to see Wu Song; his heart leaped into his throat! In the blink of an eye, before Jiang could struggle, Wu Song's blade struck, cleaving the chair in two. Only Jiang managed to dodge the blow by leaping away in time.

Wu Song charged in, slashing at Jiang Menshen. Jiang hastily revealed his three heads and six arms, raising four to block and using the other two to draw his weapon. Wu Song roared, forcefully slamming the spines of the two blades together! Like flint rubbing against iron, the two steel blades rubbed together rapidly. With a teeth-grinding metallic scraping sound, the two blades completed their elemental enchantment just before separating.

The steel blade in Wu Song's right hand exploded into a burst of orange-red flames from the high-frequency friction, burning and roaring along the blade; the steel blade in his left hand froze into a wisp of icy blue crystals, growing backwards along the spine of the blade. Under the night sky, the Mandarin Duck Tower was illuminated by the halo of these two blades of ice and fire, turning it into a dazzling red and blue color.

After completing the enchantment, Wu Song swung his blade at Jiang Menshen once more! In the instant the cold light, accompanied by a burst of flame, flashed, a sticky cracking sound filled the air. The moment the blade cleaved through flesh, the four muscular arms snapped apart like layers of rotten wood, gushing blood blooming into four scarlet lotus flowers in the air. Bone fragments mixed with tendons clung to the blade, and at the break, the white ulna bone was cleaved into a crescent-shaped groove, with charred marrow gushing out from the wound, instantly ignited by the flames!

"what!!!"

Jiang Menshen's four arms were severed with a single blow, and his three heads simultaneously emitted a pitiful wail! Before their three contorted faces could even twitch, the severed tendons were already convulsing wildly beneath the skin, emitting a teeth-grinding squeaking sound like snapped strings. As the four severed limbs, wrapped in tattered cloth, fell to the ground, they resembled old locust branches struck by lightning in winter, with strands of dark red muscle still clinging to the broken surfaces, like cotton wadding torn haphazardly by a child, the cuts even burning with raging flames.

However, this Jiang Menshen was no ordinary man. Even after having five arms severed by a single blow, he was still able to get up and fight. With his last arm, he pulled out a short sword and, with all his might, slashed fiercely at Wu Song!

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

With four arms and two pairs of curved blades, they clashed several times in mid-air, their swords flashing and sparks flying. Although Wu Song was seriously injured, his fighting power was at its peak under the blessing of the Heavenly Wound Demon! Although Jiang Menshen was not ambushed this time, he had already lost four arms, greatly reducing his strength. He was no match for Wu Song and could only parry. He had no chance to fight back and was on the verge of death!

"Assassin! Assassin!!!"

Only then did the military commander react. He drew his sword, shouted for reinforcements, and then, taking advantage of the fierce battle between Wu Song and Jiang Menshen, wielded his sword with both hands and slashed fiercely at the back of Wu Song's head! This strike was delivered with all the military commander's strength. The blade struck Wu Song's head with a clang of metal, sparks flying, and the impact caused the commander's palms to bleed, his arms to go numb, and his sword to be knocked away! It was the Tiger Demon's Copper Head Iron Brain technique!

Eight seconds left.

Wu Song seriously calculated his invincibility time. At this moment, he was furious and created an opening, allowing Jiang Menshen to strike his neck and heart twice. The impact also made Jiang Menshen's arms go numb, his tiger's mouth bleed, and his hands hurt terribly. Only his weapon was not knocked away, which slightly salvaged his reputation.

His eyes widened in shock, all six eyes staring at Wu Song—why, why did my knife strike her not only fail to cause any harm, but instead cause my hand to ache from the impact, as if I had struck a mountain?!

The next second, in the instant Jiang Menshen launched his attack and was unable to defend himself, Wu Song plunged two blades into his ribs. Amidst the flashing light, veins bulged on Wu Song's wrists, and the two steel blades, like forked fangs of a venomous snake, pierced upwards into Jiang Menshen's ribs. The blades scraped against the protrusion of his seventh rib, sending sparks and bone fragments flying, carving two horrifying furrows into his muscular flesh. The blades pierced his lungs with a muffled sound like wet cloth tearing, and dark purple fragments of lung tissue sprayed from the back of the blade, congealing into tiny black froths of blood in Jiang Menshen's convulsing throat!

"Jiang the Gatekeeper, I told you, if I ever see you again, I'm dead!!!"

Wu Song roared furiously, his double blades piercing three inches into Jiang Menshen's body before he twisted them violently. The blades, slightly bent and broken, instantly shredded the two ribs, like cow cartilage being torn apart in a meat grinder. Wu Song's forearm muscles bulged and ripped the hilts apart, instantly creating a scarlet cross-shaped gash in Jiang Menshen's chest. The broken ribs protruded like canine teeth, with half a piece of the heart membrane, pierced by the blade tip, hanging from it, trembling in the wind. Thick, viscous organ fluid flowed back down the blade, forming two steaming pools of blood at the base of Wu Song's thumb.

Seven seconds left!

"Puff-"

Jiang Menshen's body slumped to the ground. Wu Song was indeed exhausted at this moment. In the time it took to catch his breath, he was slashed by Zhang Dujian again, and was forced to activate his Copper Head Iron Bones for the third time to withstand the opponent's blow.

At the same time, Wu Song twisted his waist and hips, arching his back into a full bow, and swung his sword in a backhand sweep. As the blade sliced ​​through the air, it made a sticky sound like ripe fruit bursting with juice! The instant the steel blade pierced the third lumbar vertebra, Zhang Dujian's golden jade belt shattered. The friction between the blade and the spine sparked blue-purple flames, and fine bone fragments flew like crushed rock candy, scattering throughout the room.

As the blade tore open the abdominal cavity, the organs wrapped in the intestines poured out with a roar. The bluish-purple intestines swirled around the blade, like a noose hanging from a gallows. The blade accelerated suddenly when it reached three inches from the navel, and the upper half of Zhang Dujian's body was thrown into the air by inertia. The broken diaphragm was still spasming in the wind, and the gushing blood transformed into a ten-zhang-long crimson waterfall under the setting sun.

The lower half of the torso stood alone in a pool of blood, the broken spine revealing honeycomb-like cancellous bone, and half of the bladder hung from the edge of the pelvis, dripping yellow fluid. The knife wound ran diagonally from the left waist to the right hip, the cut surface covered with a mixture of fat and bone fragments, like a sugar figurine broken by a child. The viscous bone marrow was slowly wriggling along the split sciatic nerve, much like a slug crawling on a stone pavement after rain.

Six seconds left.

Chapter 218: The Martial Artist Ascends to Demonic Chaos

Having killed the two men, Wu Song turned around and cut off their heads as well. He had four heads in total. Seeing wine and meat on the table, Wu Song, unable to bear his hunger, grabbed a roast chicken and ate it. He then picked up the wine jug and drank three cups of wine, which restored some of his strength. He then cut a piece of clothing from one of the corpses, dipped it in blood, and wrote eight characters on the whitewashed wall:

"The killer is none other than Wu Song, the tiger slayer!"

Wu Song snorted coldly, preparing to flee. He flattened the silver wine vessels on the table like soda cans to reduce their volume, then stuffed them into his robes as travel expenses. Just as he was about to go downstairs, he heard his wife's voice calling from below: "The officials upstairs are all drunk. Quickly, send two people up to help them. By the way, a minor official from the prison has come over, saying he has important matters to report." Before she finished speaking, two people had already come upstairs.

Wu Song flashed, and under the cover of darkness, he leaped down from the stair railing, landing as silently and lightly as a cat. He bypassed the stairs and appeared behind Madam Zhang. He covered her mouth with his left hand and slit her throat with his right, killing her with swift and decisive speed. He then silently moved forward, reaching the two servants upstairs and killing them one by one. But when he reached the second servant, Wu Song froze. The familiar touch in his arms was Zhang Yulan.

For a moment, Wu Song was stunned. Although he was in prison, he had thought countless times about how to stab his sister who had betrayed him, to avenge her and make her know the price of betrayal!

But when the moment actually arrived, Wu Song froze on the spot, the scene in his pupils shifting as if he were not standing in the blood-soaked Mandarin Duck Tower, but lying in the courtyard of his own house.

Zhang Yulan, nestled in his arms, wasn't being held at knifepoint, her throat about to be slit and her head chopped off. Instead, she lay in his broad embrace, acting coquettishly. She asked him what each star in the sky looked like. That night, he had held her like this, lying in the courtyard, telling her which star was Ziwei, which was Qisha, and which star was her own Heavenly Wound Star.

"Sister...sister?"

Zhang Yulan's body trembled slightly as she recognized Wu Song by the familiar touch.

In a daze, she recalled the daily routines when Wu Song treated her like family, and thought she could still lie in Wu Song's arms, feeling the warmth of being pampered by her sister. But in the blink of an eye, she saw Zhang Dujian and Jiang Menshen with their heads cut off, as well as the maidservant beside her who had been killed with a single blow. The unfamiliar smell of rust at the tip of her nose forcibly pulled her back from her warm fantasy to the bloody reality.

"Yulan, I truly treated you like my own sister, but I never imagined that from the very beginning, your approach to me was filled with lies and scheming. I only gave you the key to my room, and it was you who stuffed those stolen goods into my room?!"

Looking at Yulan's blood-stained face, Wu Song felt only endless mockery and ridicule. A tear of blood welled up in his heart, and his longing for his true family, Wu Dalang and Liu Hong, grew stronger, while his anger towards Yulan's betrayal intensified!

"Sister, it's Yulan's fault! But, but I had no choice! Father told me to get close to you, and I couldn't disobey him! I could only frame you as he demanded! I, I, I..."

Yulan burst into tears, a pang of regret rising in her heart—if only she had known Wu Song would be this powerful, capable of massacring the Mandarin Duck Tower, killing her father, and leading her out of the Zhang family mansion to give her a new life, she would have definitely chosen Wu Song! Not her father!

But at that moment, it was too late for her to say anything.

If she had told Wu Song the whole truth just before she framed him, Wu Song wouldn't have made things difficult for this weak woman whose fate was not in her own hands, his own sister.

But things have already progressed to this point, and there's nothing more to say.

Wu Song glanced coldly at Yu Lan. She had so much to say, but now that he was in front of her, she couldn't utter a single word. This rotten relationship was like a crocodile biting her foot; no matter how much she struggled or struggled, the wound would only become more mangled and bloody.

All she had to do now was to calm herself down, plunge a knife into Yulan's heart, and sever all ties and connections between herself and Yulan. In that instant, Wusong felt a chill he had never felt before, as if something had completely left her.

The moment Yulan's blood splattered onto Wu Song's face, the Heavenly Wound Demon within Wu Song finally let out a long sigh of relief. Under the astonished gaze of the Tiger Demon, it slowly vanished, merging with Wu Song! That wasn't the true form of some subspace demon at all; it had always been Wu Song's true form! Just like the Slaanesh demon summoned by Lin Chong, they were originally twins within one body. The Tiger Demon was horrified to discover that it was actually imprisoned within the body of another demon!

At this moment, the Heavenly Wound Star in the sky burned more terrifyingly than ever before, and a horrifying demonic aura soared into the sky, even tearing off the dome of the Mandarin Duck Tower and transforming into a beam of blazing flames that shot straight into the clouds! It was like a blazing, fiery pagoda.

Amidst the raging, demonic flames, within the burning, collapsing Mandarin Duck Tower, Wu Song reverted to his true form.

【Wu Song】(The Demon Prince)

等级12（2级战士+2级蛮夷+1级鳞甲僧+7级战刃）

Life 1/140, Psychic 0

力量34+5、敏捷30+5、体质20+11

智力14+11、感知14+11、魅力20+11

[Ascension Ritual]: Strength +10, Agility +10.

【Demon Prince - Chaotic Wounds】: For each negative status effect, all damage you deal is increased by 50%; all attributes of all allies are increased by 1.