Cao Ren never believed in retribution.

If retribution truly existed, then the King of Wei should have long ceased to live in this world.

Earlier in the rebellion of Nanyang County, Cao Ren led the army to suppress it, and to intimidate the treacherous, he slaughtered everyone in Wan City.

Telling other commoners, anyone who dares to cause trouble will only face death.

He remembered when he gave the order, Wei soldiers dragged the local residents out of their homes and slaughtered them like chickens and ducks.

Heads rolled, blood flowed like rivers.

Cao Ren felt no compassion in his heart.

Following the King of Wei in battles across the land, it was not his first massacre.

However, this time, it was not the King of Wei who ordered the massacre, but he himself made the order for the first time based on his own will.

Yet the feeling remained unchanged.

Only during the first massacre was he easily disturbed by the wailing of the people, but that faint reluctance blurred with time.

He even forgot what his mindset was at that time.

Is this his own retribution this time?

Cao Ren watched as the giant figure of fire condensed into the image of Guan Yu, roaring as it approached the city wall.

Heat waves rolled in.

All the Wei soldiers on the city wall, including Cao Ren and Man Chong, stood frozen, completely unsure of what to do.

Who could withstand such an appearance of the Fire God?

"Guan, Master Guan, it's not our fault, it's all Cao Ren!"

"Yes, it was Man Chong and his people who forced us, preventing us from surrendering to the Imperial Army!"

The soldiers around swiftly changed sides and began to accuse Cao Ren and Man Chong, under such pressure, they had no intention of holding their ground.

Cao Ren suddenly came to his senses, his face twisted as he said, "Guan Yu, I don't know what you've done.

But if you want to kill, then kill. I will never betray the King of Wei!"

Man Chong opened and closed his lips.

He didn't know whether he should continue to be loyal to the King of Wei.

As a notorious harsh official, his mental will was not as strong as the world imagined.

Rather, it was precisely because his inner will was weak that he wanted to use the harshest torture on others.

In such a manner to cover up his own cowardice.

He was willing to defend Fancheng before, believing that Fancheng could surely be held, and then he would be promoted and honored afterward.

However, with Guan Yu possessing such abilities, what is the point of fighting?

The King of Wei is simply not the opponent.

The world will surely belong to the King of Hanzhong!

"Master! I am willing to surrender!"

Man Chong shouted loudly.

Upon hearing this, Cao Ren became furious and drew his blade to slash at Man Chong's neck.

Stunned by the Fire God's presence, Man Chong hadn't considered Cao Ren's reaction beside him, let alone defend against the attack.

He just felt the cold blade slicing through flesh, blood vessels, penetrating inward.

Man Chong opened his mouth, as a large amount of fresh blood surged from within his mouth, slipping down his cheeks.

He couldn't utter a single word, and fell directly on the city wall.

His personal guards scattered.

But the soldiers eager to surrender emitted fierce looks, drawing their blades and rushing forward.

The guards paused slightly, but still chose not to intervene, merely retreating silently, watching the situation unfold.

"How dare you kill me?!"

Cao Ren roared, his eyes wide like a tiger cornered into a dead end, emitting a fierce aura.

Instead of retreating in fear, he charged first at the Wei soldiers on the left.

His ring-hilted blade sliced towards the soldiers' necks.

Different from him in armor, the soldiers wore thin clothing.

The fabric couldn't stop the blade.

In comparison, his armor, unless struck in a vital area by the soldiers.

Normally, a single strike couldn't breach his defense.

Cao Ren wasn't a fool, he wouldn't stupidly stand there and let them strike a vital area.

He avoided vital spots, disregarding attacks on other parts, and fiercely slashed the soldier's neck in front of him, then swiftly drew back, causing blood to splatter outward with the blade.

The fierce stance and gaze startled the remaining three, their steps halting momentarily, then Cao Ren spun around, swinging his ring-hilted blade behind.

The Wei soldier at the forefront raised his blade to block.

With a clash, neither blade broke.

Aozawa observed this scene, noting the differences between this parallel world and the shogunate's parallel world, likely a world without magic.

If not, how could a general of Cao Ren's caliber fail to break a mere soldier's blade?

Contemplating, he refrained from taking action.

Just standing quietly there, like a deity overlooking the clouds below, watching humans kill each other.

...

"General!"

Amidst a cry of grief, the personal guards stopped standing and lunged forward.

As Cao Ren's personal guards, they all wore armor.

Their rations better than the average soldiers.

Each guard was over eight feet tall, bona fide elites.

Cao Ren could still react when just one person lunged forward, but when three guards charged together, they pinned him against the battlements, his limbs entirely immobile.

"Damn, how dare you betray me!"

"General, why must you act like this?"

Though the guard's tone remained mournful, his actions were swift, drawing his blade, viciously aiming for Cao Ren's neck.

Cao Ren glared angrily.

He recognized this guard as Fan Yong, from Yecheng of Jizhou.

"Traitor."

Cao Ren barely uttered a word before feeling the blade slicing through flesh, the numb sensation spreading instantly from the wound.

A surge of cold invaded his body, his eyes wide, the fiery air failing to warm him.

King of Wei...

Before his death, Cao Ren thought of the King of Wei, hoping that the King would never come to Fancheng.

He took his last breath.

The guard gritted his teeth, using all his strength to sever Cao Ren's head, shouting upwards, "Master Guan, we surrender."