Chapter 1551: The Son Does Not Bear His Father's Surname

Chapter 1551: Chapter 1463: The Son Does Not Bear His Father’s Surname

Ever since Meng Po got to know Wang Yan, Wang Yan has always been calm and composed, deeply calculating. But at this moment, Meng Po detected a hint of resentment in Wang Yan’s tone and immediately sensed something was wrong.

Right away, Meng Po shouted at Wang Yan, “Wang Yan, be careful. You are now under the influence of King Yama’s Path of Hatred, let go of your hatred immediately, or you’ll become just like him.”

Hearing Meng Po’s words, Wang Yan, whose eyes were already bloodshot, suddenly snapped awake. His face full of anger, Wang Yan shouted, “Damn it, how dare you try to sow discord between my father and me!”

With these words, Wang Yan’s aura suddenly surged, a sharp killing intent enveloping King Yama.

King Yama couldn’t help but shiver, his heart sinking, thinking: This kid is indeed formidable. Could this be his Path of War? How many days has he been on this path? Yet he’s reached such a state!

Not only King Yama, but everyone around suddenly felt the whole world turning cold.

Meng Po’s brow furrowed even more as she began to feel a trace of hatred within this killing intent.

This trace of hatred might be Wang Yan’s towards King Yama, or it might be Wang Yan’s towards his father, but now Meng Po could no longer distinguish between them.

As Wang Yan’s Path of War erupted, a surge of fighting spirit shot up to the sky.

The sky, originally blood-red, was split in two as the fighting spirit soared, retreating to either side.

Behind the blood-red sky, a dazzling white light was revealed.

This sky, rid of the blood-red hue, was not blue but a blinding white.

On the ground, what was once a red Blood Pool boiling over, Wang Yan’s fighting spirit descended and immediately severed the blood waters, revealing a deep chasm.

The endless blood water rushed outwards, engulfing the eight million Demon Cultivators, the ten million Hell Abyss troops, and the hundred million Evil Ghosts.

Seeing the blood water surging in, everyone had to leap into the air to avoid the oncoming tide.

Yet countless Evil Ghosts with low cultivation couldn’t leap into the air and were immediately swept into the blood waves, helplessly drifting away.

While Wu Ancestor Li, Shadowless, and others flew into the sky, the blood waves surged below their feet, and red steam continuously rose to the sky.

Once these people were enveloped by the steam, they immediately felt an overwhelming irritability, a murderous urge rising from the depths of their hearts.

Meng Po hastily lifted her white porcelain bowl and tossed it toward the ground beneath her feet.

The white porcelain bowl instantly became huge, turning into a giant boat, landing on the Blood Pool.

“Those with low cultivation, quickly enter the bowl!” Meng Po shouted.

Upon hearing Meng Po’s words, some of the lower-cultivation Demon Cultivators and Evil Ghosts immediately flew into the giant bowl.

But even though the porcelain bowl was large, it couldn’t possibly hold everyone.

In the sky, Wu Ancestor Li, Beiming Xue, Ouyang Feiting, and the four Asuras, including Shadowless, still hovered in mid-air, struggling to resist the red steam beneath their feet.

Meanwhile, Wang Yan’s eyes were filled with fighting spirit as he stepped toward King Yama one step at a time.

With each step, Wang Yan’s fighting spirit strengthened, the Blood Pool on the ground was severed even wider and kept surging backward, sweeping towards everyone.

Seeing Wang Yan’s intense fighting spirit, his eyes filled with hatred, and completely disregarding those behind him, King Yama immediately laughed proudly, “Wang Yan, could it be that you’ve gotten angry? Though we are enemies, this is the first time I’ve ever given you a thumbs up; you’re doing the right thing. You have the right to be angry! Let me tell you, your parents not only abandoned you but didn’t even give you their surname.”

“What?” Wang Yan suddenly stopped, widened his eyes as he looked at King Yama, gritting his teeth, and asked, “What is my father’s surname?”

King Yama laughed heartily, “I told you before, I know your father well and have a mortal enmity with him; his surname is not Wang!”

Upon hearing these words, Wang Yan immediately lifted his arms to the sky, letting out a wild roar, “Lies, you bastard!”

With this wild roar, Wang Yan’s fighting spirit within him doubled again, causing the entire world to tremble.

The blood waters on the ground surged into gigantic waves, continually sweeping towards everyone, even causing the massive Meng Po’s Bowl to bob up and down like a little boat, looking as if it would overturn at any moment.

“Everyone, retreat quickly!” Seeing the situation was dire, Meng Po had no choice but to direct everyone to retreat.

For a moment, the eight million Demon Cultivators, ten million Hell Abyss troops, and hundred million Evil Ghosts all retreated backward.

Just as Meng Po was about to lead everyone to retreat, King Yama suddenly shouted, “Meng Po, don’t leave, tell Wang Yan whether his father’s surname is Wang or not.”

Hearing King Yama’s words, Meng Po froze in place.

Wang Yan suddenly turned around, glaring at Meng Po, and with a voice that was somewhat trembling and icy, said, “Senior Meng Po, did you know about my lineage all along?”

Seeing Wang Yan’s blood-red eyes, Meng Po couldn’t help but shiver, stammering, “I… I just… just found out.”

King Yama immediately sneered, “Meng Po, are you still deceiving Wang Yan even now? If you didn’t know before, then why did you give that precious Magical Treasure, the Black Cherry, to Wang Yan? Know that back then, Wang Yan was just a mere Demon Emperor.”

Meng Po was startled, gritting her teeth, “So you knew everything from the start?”

King Yama said, “Everything that happens underground can’t escape my eyes. Meng Po, you took a divided soul as your form, escaped the Nether Realm, and hid in the cave of the Blazing Flame Flood Dragon. Did you think I wouldn’t know? Don’t you understand that this Blazing Flame Flood Dragon is merely a Demon Beast raised by me, guarding the gate of the Nether Realm?”

Hearing this, Wu Ancestor Li and others from Mozi Academy suddenly realized that the Blazing Flame Flood Dragon was indeed a ‘guard dog,’ and its master was none other than King Yama.

At that moment, Meng Po exclaimed, “I understand now, you always intended to lure Wang Yan here! The trap Lady Qi spoke of was real.”

Indeed, Meng Po had guessed Wang Yan’s biological father and gifted him the Black Cherry with this in mind.

However, Meng Po didn’t know why Wang Yan didn’t take his father’s surname, nor why he’d lived alone until now.

But at this point, everything was inexplicable, and Meng Po quickly said to Wang Yan, “Wang Yan, you must be careful, everything King Yama says is to provoke your hatred. In fact, it’s not what you think.”

However, Wang Yan, who always held great respect for Meng Po, coldly retorted, “Right now, I just want to know one thing, whether my biological father does not have the surname Wang, or not?”