Chapter 774: Will is Me, I am Will!

Today, seeing that golden-red light of will with my own eyes again, the memories of that night came rushing back once more.

He wanted to forget, yet every day and every night, it would surface in his mind again.

This was the root of his agony.

As the golden-red power of will appeared once more, his brain began to wail.

Pain!

"You..."

Sizzle...

Scarlet flames spilled out from Ji Tianhe's body, gradually coiling behind him and transforming into a terrifying blood beast of extreme ferocity.

And Ji Tianhe's eyes were already ferocious to the extreme.

"How do you want to die?!"

Boom!

The scarlet killing intent exploded violently, surging like a tide of blood.

The air instantly solidified; the blood beast roared, a sound that could pierce the bone marrow, as if countless wronged souls were screaming.

Within the entire forest, even the light was dyed a hideous blood color, suffocating to behold.

The Deputy Battalion Commander and the others were pinned firmly to the ground, their knees sinking into the mud, in extreme agony.

"Run!"

The Deputy Battalion Commander roared with all his might:

"Li Zhiyi, run!!!"

Li Zhiyi held his long saber, looking at Ji Tianhe in this moment:

"Come!"

His eyes widened, his breathing long and steady, feeling the will within his body, feeling the roars of his comrades behind him.

Gradually, he fell into tranquility.

The next instant.

Roar!

One strike!

The blood-colored blade light had no deafening boom, no surging Qi, it simply struck with extreme speed.

A powerful killing intent instantly suppressed Li Zhiyi's heart.

Powerful, vast, ferocious.

Could it be that under this killing intent, he, Li Zhiyi, could only kneel?

Could it be that he, Li Zhiyi, was only fit to have dreams, but lacked the ability to achieve them?

Could it be that the power of will could not kill the enemy?

Why?

A brilliant light emerged in Li Zhiyi's eye sockets; at this moment, he focused all his attention on the incoming blade light.

At this moment, that blade light, which had been fast to the extreme, seemed to slow down.

It was as if Li Zhiyi had entered such dangerous desperate straits countless times, and had faced invincible enemies countless times.

The weight of life is something that exists deep within the heart.

Even through the changing of the seas into mulberry fields, it would not be lost!

The next instant.

Li Zhiyi slashed out with his saber!

Crack!

A crisp ringing sound echoed.

The long saber in Li Zhiyi's hand snapped, severed by that blade light.

At this moment.

Behind Li Zhiyi, his comrades, suppressed by the killing intent, opened their mouths wide.

Even Ji Tianhe was stunned.

It was clearly Li Zhiyi's saber that had been severed by him, yet it was he who was surprised.

It was normal for an ordinary Great Xia military saber to be severed by the Blood Brand.

What was not normal was that Li Zhiyi had actually managed to dodge this strike of his.

"Hmm?"

High in the deep sky, the Pond Master, who had stopped paying attention, looked down again, his brow also furrowed.

Xia Yuan, however, was breathing rapidly.

Although that military guard had dodged one strike, death still awaited the other party.

This was the incompetence of Great Xia, this was the weakness of the nation.

And across the entire Qinzhou battlefield, how many military guards like him were left?

A trace of confusion appeared in Xia Yuan's eyes.

As Lu Xunyang's deputy general, he had always believed that Lu Xunyang was invincible.

Even if he was only at the Eighth Rank, as long as he held the Great Xia Sovereign Sword, Lu Xunyang was invincible.

Yet that day, the Chen Master had actually relied on himself to contend with and severely wound Lu Xunyang, who held the Great Xia Sovereign Sword.

To Xia Yuan, this was simply a nightmare.

Xia Yuan's mood was heavy to the extreme.

He did not even wish to look at the final outcome of the Great Xia military guards struggling so bitterly to their deaths.

What face did he have to look?

What dignity did he have to look?

And it was at this very instant.

Bang!

The crisp sound of metal clashing rang out once more; Xia Yuan tightened his face, looked downward, and his pupils constricted.

"You..."

Ji Tianhe looked toward Li Zhiyi, his expression changing once again at this moment.

His second blade had severed another section of the broken blade in Li Zhiyi's hand.

This slash proved that the opponent's dodging just now was not luck at all.

Li Zhiyi's breathing was long and steady, the broken blade in his hand pointing obliquely at the earth.

In this battle, the probability of him surviving was very, very small.

Yet he did not care.

Just at that moment, he had finally felt that pulsing power of will.

Will is life; it is his everything!

He had always believed that his inability to practice Hardened Body or Qi and Blood techniques was the unfairness of the heavens.

But just now, he suddenly discovered that he possessed will, and that was destiny.

It was as if will was him, and he was will.

He and will were one and the same.

The next instant.

The Blood Brand in Ji Tianhe's hand moved, transforming into a blood-colored ribbon that struck in an instant, like a majestic waterfall of blood without a single flaw.

This terrifying speed was simply not something a mortal body could dodge.

An ordinary person would not even be able to perceive it or see it before their body was completely severed.

However...

Li Zhiyi could.

He could clearly feel the power of will filling every part of his physical body like water.

Will was his physical body, and it could also become an extension of his body.

Will was driving his movements, driving his strength.

He did not have the powerful force of a Hardened Body martial artist, nor the surging Qi and Blood power of a Qi and Blood martial artist.

But the power of will was also strength!

Whoosh!

Driven by this terrifying power of will, Li Zhiyi's body, which originally would have been too slow to react, shifted to the side.

And that terrifying blood-colored blade light grazed past Li Zhiyi's body.

It was almost instantaneous.

A circular blade strike arrived once more, and the world before Li Zhiyi's eyes was occupied by blood-red.

"Die!"

Ji Tianhe's roar followed immediately, not giving Li Zhiyi any chance to react at all.

But Li Zhiyi acted as if he had not noticed.

At this moment, he seemed to have entered a wondrous world.

In this world, there were only two flames.

One was filled with endless slaughter, and the other was himself.

His eyes, ears, and sense of smell were all shut off.

He discovered that he had never truly understood himself, nor had he ever truly understood will.

Will can be omnipotent!

It was just that, in the eyes of others.

They could only see two flickering figures, two rays of light—one red and one gold—constantly flashing.

Killing intent raged all around, sand and stones flew, the earth was carved with terrifying sword marks, and the surrounding trees were struck by the blood sword, snapping and collapsing with a crash.

Ji Tianhe's figure flickered like a ghost, his legs and hands both like iron whips, carrying terrifying force.

And the blood-colored long blade in his hand was even more eerie, appearing like glass solidified from blood; wherever the blade marks passed, the earth was sliced and shattered, and occasionally the blade light hung upside down in the sky, even capable of parting the clouds.

But even so.

It was clearly an extremely dangerous slash.

Even if he missed by a single step, Li Zhiyi would be instantly sliced into fragments.

But at this moment, Li Zhiyi seemed to have entered a state of selflessness; his body was lifted by the golden-red power of will, and he was always able to dodge Ji Tianhe's slashes at the critical moment of crisis.

"I lose my self!"

Ji Tianhe read out these words with crimson eyes.

"I lose my self" is the term used by the Five Clans; in Great Xia, some call it Epiphany, and a few call it Flow.

When in the state of "I lose my self," the five senses are closed, and the world contains only the task at hand.

At this time, your concentration reaches its peak, and your strength will rapidly increase.

But upon saying this term, Ji Tianhe gritted his teeth, and veins bulged one by one on his face.

To enter the realm of "I lose my self," one must be facing a situation with at least some pressure.

Too difficult, unable to focus.

Too simple, also unable to enter.

That the person before him can enter the state of "I have lost myself" only shows that he, Ji Tianhe, can only bring the opponent a challenge, but lacks absolute, overwhelming dominance.

Cackle, cackle, cackle!

Ji Tianhe's teeth were bitten until they shattered.

The more Li Zhiyi was like this, the more resentful he became.

Could it be that his hatred could only make a Will-cultivator feel slightly pressured?

Could it be that his roar had only this much power?

He was being challenged by someone of a lower rank!

In his hand, he still held the divine artifact Blood Brand.

The more he thought this way, the more insane he became.

Roar!

A terrifying roar resounded; at this moment, Ji Tianhe seemed to have completely transformed into a blood beast, slashing his blade as if he had lost all reason.

Boom!

The blade light was like a blood-red rainbow piercing the sun; wherever it passed, towering ancient trees were severed at the waist, their cross-sections smooth as mirrors, and the giant trees collapsing with a crash kicked up clouds of dust.

The momentum of the blade did not cease, striking directly toward the distant mountain range; the mountain body was sliced open like tofu, boulders shattered, ridges collapsed, and the rumbling sound shook the heavens.

This tremor was earth-shattering.

On the other side of the green mountain.

Zhang Yu, who had originally been filled with a determination to die, paused in place, looked toward the direction of the rumbling, and opened his mouth wide.

In an instant, a sense of powerlessness completely washed over him, and anger completely occupied his heart.

He was about to lead his brothers to their deaths.

Yet he saw a scene he did not wish to see.

Why had his group not encountered the enemy, but instead, earth-shattering rumblings were erupting from the rear?

"Kill!!!"

He roared madly and flew toward the place where the rumbling was located.

At the same time.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Ji Tianhe's eyes were blood-red, and the blade light poured down like a rainstorm, every strike wrapped in monstrous killing intent, swearing to tear Li Zhiyi into ten thousand pieces.

Li Zhiyi stood with his eyes closed, the golden-red Will around his body burning like flames. The long blade in his hand had long since shattered into inches, with only the hilt remaining in his tight grip.

He did not even notice that he was actually fighting while traversing the air, nor did he realize that his speed had already surpassed his past self.

Now, he was thoroughly understanding himself, thoroughly feeling himself.

Only.

This scene was clearly seen by the two existences above the firmament.

"This..." The Pool Master's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

All along, the greatest function of the power of Will had been to resist malice and suppress the fighting spirit of others.

He had never seen a person who could use the power of Will to bolster their physical body to traverse the air, or to bolster their physical speed and strength.

If the one doing all this were Chen Yan, the Pool Master could attribute it to Chen Yan being a freak.

But the one doing all this was merely a lowly Great Xia military guard.

"He..."

The Pool Master opened his mouth and looked at Xia Yuan:

"What is his name?!"