Chapter 664: Let me try the blade

Mount Tianding, Amaterasu Shrine, Kyudo hall.

Amaterasu Mikoto Kikyo sat kneeling in the hall, a Japanese bow taller than a person placed by her side.

She had her eyes closed, seemingly in meditation, but in reality, the will of an Earth Immortal was observing everything at the foot of the mountain.

Suddenly, Miss Miss Shenwu opened her eyes. She looked up toward the foot of the mountain, her gaze filled with nostalgia for the past.

"Susanoo's power... this truly is nostalgic."

Recalling that third younger sister who used to be so boisterous, her expression softened somewhat.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the Tenshukaku, Dorothy was currently brimming with power. It felt as if an endless supply of strength was pouring out from the demon blade in her hand, empowering her.

Moreover, although this power was vast, it didn't give her the uncomfortable feeling of being stretched to the point of bursting like a balloon being force-fed air. On the contrary, this energy was actively cooperating with her, not putting pressure on her fragile physical body, but instead surging toward the Dragon-Snake Zhai Wuhun behind her.

Unlike the Home Witch's weak physical body, her Zhai Wuhun was a proper Martial God's physique forged from the massive amount of mana provided by Senior Fan Ni. It was just that Dorothy usually had no way to sustain the consumption of such a Martial God, so she could only use the energy-saving mode.

There was no helping it; a casual strike from a proper Martial God would be enough to drain the little witch until she collapsed from exhaustion.

Even if she had Senior Fan Ni as a nuclear-powered power bank, with nearly infinite backup mana storage, she still couldn't do whatever she wanted.

After all, the Zhai Wuhun couldn't directly absorb mana from Senior Fan Ni; it had to be relayed through Dorothy, the charging cable, and everyone knew how pathetic the little witch's charging speed was.

Yeah, a week of charging might not be enough for the Martial God to enjoy three seconds of fun.

But now, everything had changed.

The Demon Blade Release of the Demon Blade Maiden sought the unity of sword and wielder; the power of the two would fuse together, inseparable. This was a connection even deeper than that between a master and a familiar.

Of course, a child wielding a giant blade was still dangerous; after all, if one wasn't careful, dropping the blade might crush the child, a weight no child could bear.

If Iblu Iblu Yongyi's Oni King power were added directly to Dorothy's physical body, she would likely split apart in the literal sense very quickly.

But as long as the vessel was changed from the physical body to the Zhai Wuhun, there would be no problem.

After completing the Demon Blade Release, the Courtesan's mana was equivalent to the mana of her sword master; the two mana pools had merged into one. This meant the Martial God's physique could directly draw upon the Courtesan's mana to function, no longer restricted by the previous flow limitations.

And a Martial God's physique without mana restrictions was enough to perfectly carry the empowerment of that terrifying Oni King power, so...

Purple mana rose, spreading all the way upward until it finally completely enveloped the massive Dragon-Snake that blotted out the sky. The Dragon-Snake Zhai Wuhun, which had originally been just a hollow shell, manifested from illusion into reality bit by bit, and the already terrifying dragon might became increasingly heavy and oppressive.

The Dragon-Snake roared, gradually evolving from a beast form into a human form. The dilapidated Long Wang, sitting upright amidst a sea of corpses and blood, slowly opened her eyes. She stood up from the throne of white bones.

And as she rose, the purple mana that had been lingering around her transformed into a set of exquisite and majestic Japanese-style demon armor.

This was the empowerment of Iblu Iblu Yongyi's Oni King power.

The gorgeous armor covered the dilapidated Long Wang's entire body, tightly wrapping and protecting her. Even the broken dragon horn on her head was repaired with gold inlay at this moment.

Then, the Long Wang reached out and grasped the void, and the remaining purple mana swarmed over, transforming into a samurai sword thousands of meters long.

The majestic Martial God was as tall as a mountain. Her giant figure stood quietly behind Dorothy, maintaining the same sword-holding posture.

If the previous image of the dilapidated Long Wang was that of a lonely victor who had fought to the end in a tragic arena, then this dressed-up Long Wang was a world-conquering monarch who already dominated a region and had countless experts under her command.

And the only thing that remained unchanged was likely the Long Wang's gaze.

Dorothy's physical body clearly had a pair of peach-blossom eyes, alluring and soul-stealing, but this Zhai Wuhun had phoenix eyes and a dragon's bearing. It was handsome enough, but it always felt a bit too arrogant, as if she looked down on everyone.

Yeah, still as punchable as ever.

It was just that, without strength, that was called looking down on everything and being arrogant, but once supported by strength, this was looking down on the world with the bearing of a king.

At this moment, the dragon might, which was several times more terrifying than the aura created by the previous Nurarihyon's ability to borrow power, had almost turned into substance. The heavy pressure seemed to have truly made gravity submit; the power that should have only been on a spiritual level had now begun to affect matter in reality, causing the Tenshukaku to become shaky.

Most of the buildings on the Yingzhou Island were still of that traditional wooden structure, and at this moment, under this dragon might, those ancient yet precious timbers made sounds of being unable to bear the weight, as if they might break and collapse at any moment.

And this was merely the aftermath; the bulk of the real pressure was all concentrated on Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

Dorothy also looked at the Oni Warrior opposite her at this moment. Because she was fighting by manipulating the Zhai Wuhun's body, she ultimately switched to the Fairy King mode.

"Hmm, let me try the blade too."

The Home Witch looked at the simple sword embryo in her hand, then looked at the Zhai Wuhun's sword thousands of meters long above her head, her eyes also eager to try.

Yeah, she now understood the feelings of those sword fanatics a little bit.

With a precious blade in hand, if one didn't find something to hack at to vent one's emotions, one would really be stifled to death.

Fortunately, Minamoto no Yorimitsu opposite her was indeed a pure sword fanatic. If it had been anyone else who saw this situation, they might have thought about retreating because the opponent was too thorny, but this Oni Warrior didn't have the slightest intention of retreating. On the contrary, looking at this increasingly strong opponent, even more intense fighting spirit erupted in her eyes.

And the demon blade Koyo in her hand was even more manic at this moment.

"Lord Shuten, it's Lord Shuten. My Lord, have you finally thought of me? Have you finally decided to settle scores with me?"

In Minamoto no Yorimitsu's consciousness space, the witch soul floating there covered her cheeks with both hands at this moment, a strange blush spreading across her face. The expression, mixed with fear, admiration, greed, and other complex emotions, looked very expressive.

"Yes, yes, yes, I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Great, my Lord, your radiance is still as dazzling as ever. How beautiful, so beautiful that I want to eat you more and more."

Ever since Iblu Iblu Yongyi took the initiative to stand out just now, Koyo's gaze had been glued to her, and there was nothing else in her eyes.

"Hmm, truly a good blade."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu also nodded, rarely agreeing with her companion's thoughts.

For a sword fanatic like her, a good blade was far more attractive than any beauty or delicacy.

She liked blades, liked good blades, especially other people's good blades.

Every time she defeated a strong enemy and then took the opponent's weapon amidst their unwilling and desperate gaze, that was the feeling she liked the most.

Thus, the battle was on the verge of breaking out.

The Oni Warrior tightly gripped the demon blade in her hand and then launched a surprise attack toward the opponent.

As an Asura Martial God who attained the Dao through killing, Minamoto no Yorimitsu's combat experience was too rich, to the point that she had formed an instinct; even if it was her first time meeting an opponent, she could see through the opponent's weakness at a glance.

The opponent's blade was good, but the person was a bit lacking; she was too weak.

Previously, the Nurarihyon's borrowing of power could fool others, but it couldn't fool a warrior tempered like her. She saw through the essence that the opponent was a paper tiger at a glance.

It was just, how did a little witch train to become a Martial God?

Regarding this point, the Oni Warrior also couldn't figure it out; after all, this kind of thing was truly too unreasonable.

As fellow Martial Gods, she had gone through countless dangers and countless times hovering on the edge of life and death to break through back then, but how exactly did that little guy opposite, who looked to be only in her teens from her bone age, manage to do it?

Minamoto no Yorimitsu was very puzzled.

But never mind, forget it. She wasn't very good at using her brain anyway; compared to using her brain, she preferred using her hands.

Anyway, the opponent's weakness was that fragile physical body. As long as she could get close, victory would be within reach.

Moreover, the distance between the two wasn't far, and this idiot actually used a move with such a large body size; it was truly seeking her own death.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu had seen too many guys who liked to make their abilities flashy for the sake of meaningless showing off. Martial arts were killing techniques; techniques that could kill at the fastest speed and highest efficiency were good martial arts.

Good-looking? Majestic? That stuff was worthless compared to life.

The Oni Warrior never cared whether her moves looked good or not; her fighting style had always been as simple as possible.

Fighting and killing were very serious matters, not allowing for the slightest distraction. The realm she had always craved was that of "no thought, no mind" in the legend of the sword Dao, which was the realm of the "One Stroke Sword."

That was the ultimate technique of the great Japanese swordsman Tsukahara Bokuden, and also the ultimate sword Dao pursued by all Japanese swordsmen.

And she wasn't far from that realm of the One Stroke Sword.

Yeah, as long as she kept challenging strong enemies and kept fighting, she would one day stand in front of Tsukahara Bokuden and then seize the title of the number one person in the sword Dao.

Her inner thoughts turned a hundred times, finally returning to calm, and the Oni Warrior's surprise attack was also nearing its end.

And opposite her, that little witch who liked to make a big scene was still standing blankly in place, posing, as if she hadn't been able to keep up with Minamoto no Yorimitsu's rhythm at all.

"Done."

Looking at the opponent's dull and silly appearance already right before her eyes, the Oni Warrior thought this in her heart, and then calmly slashed toward the opponent's head.

It was just, at this moment, Dorothy moved. She smiled, turned her head to look at the Oni Warrior who had already arrived in front of her, and then opened her mouth to ask.

"Hey, do you have an ideal?"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu: "????"

In that short moment of swinging the blade, the Oni Warrior was stunned, not understanding what this guy was saying. Was this the opponent's last words?

She was a bit confused in her heart, but the blade she swung didn't stop in the slightest. The opponent's neck was already only a hair's breadth away from the blade; at this distance, it was impossible for anyone to block...

But...

Clang...

A crisp metallic collision sound rang out. Before the Oni Warrior's previous thoughts had finished turning, her sure-to-succeed sword had been blocked.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu's pupils shrank instantly.

Impossible, how could this be?

The Oni Warrior's heart was filled with disbelief.

It wasn't that she hadn't been able to see clearly what had just happened; in fact, she saw it very clearly. She very clearly saw this little witch, who should have only been a hollow shell, just calmly raise her sword and then block it beside her neck, waiting for her sword to hit her sword, the entire process.

But it was precisely because of this that she was shocked.

After all, in the previous moment, the opponent was still motionless, offering her neck for slaughter, but in the next moment, the opponent had completed the entire block. What kind of speed was this? Whose sword could be fast to such an extent?

Moreover, just now in her vision, she didn't feel the opponent was fast at all; she even felt the opponent was really excessively slow. The casual attitude of raising the sword didn't seem like fighting at all, but rather...

Minamoto no Yorimitsu's heart was silent for a few seconds, and then she found a similar metaphor.

Yeah, it was as natural as walking to the table and picking up chopsticks and a bowl when it was time to eat.

Would you think about why you were picking up chopsticks and a bowl, and how you should pick up chopsticks and a bowl before eating?

It was about that kind of feeling.

And while the Oni Warrior hadn't yet woken up from that shock, she saw a trace of a sigh appear on the face of the witch opposite her, who was wearing strange makeup.

"It seems you don't have an ideal. No wonder the purity of your sword is so low."

Dorothy shook her head, looking at this sword fanatic in front of her with some boredom.

What a pity, what a pity. It was rare for her to encounter a good blade, and she just happened to have the interest to try the blade, but this was all there was to the object of the trial slash?

Sigh, bored. Then let's finish the slash and call it a day.

Even if the Home Witch's weak body successfully raised her sword to block that Martial God's strike, it could only block it for an instant. The power of the Oni Warrior's sword hadn't been exhausted; as long as it continued, she would actually still be unable to escape the fate of being beheaded by a sword.

It was just that seizing the instant was already enough.

And the moment Minamoto no Yorimitsu saw this little witch shake her head, alarm bells were already ringing in her heart. Having hovered on the edge of life and death countless times, she wasn't unfamiliar with this feeling, but those life-and-death crises of the past had never been as obvious as they were now.

In a trance, she truly had already seen the sea of spider lilies by the side of the Huang Quan road, seen the leisurely flowing Sanzu River...

In that instant, she could only barely look upward with the corner of her eye.

Subsequently, what she saw was the massive Long Wang slowly raising her sword to stab downward.

Just as she had expected before, it was really very inconvenient for such a massive body size to move, let alone wield the thousand-meter-long sword in her hand; that thing was even more sluggish to death.

But she simply didn't have time to dodge such a slow strike.

So, was this slow or fast?

This was the Oni Warrior's last thought before being submerged by the sword of mana that was like a torrent of light.

However, at the last moment when her consciousness dissipated, she realized something.

Oh, so this was the so-called "no thought, no mind"?

... Minamoto no Yorimitsu is currently attaining enlightenment in Huang Quan... ===== CHAPTER 665 =====