Chapter 166: The Feeling of Freedom

"One punch, defeating you only requires one punch!"

Rushing forward, Shen Yu swung a punch violently. For this punch, he did not use a shred of Inner Energy; it was purely the strength of his current physical body.

This punch looked clumsy, and it seemed to be full of openings everywhere, yet it felt as terrifying as a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering event.

Facing the incoming punch, Ye Jing desperately swung down the Blood Rage Sword, the blade pointing straight at his opponent, and the Blood Rage Sword collided fiercely with Shen Yu's fist.

In Ye Jing's view, with a physical fist pitted against an indestructible sharp blade, was there any suspense as to the outcome?

However, sometimes reality is just that cruel; before the sneer on Ye Jing's face could even curl up, he felt the blade strike a place of abnormal hardness and struggle to move forward even half an inch.

At the same time, a terrifying force surged back; this terrifying counter-shock force not only threw him away violently but even surged into his body like a torrent, wantonly destroying everything inside.

"I thought you were so terrifying holding the Blood Rage Sword, but you're nothing more than this!"

"That's not right either, it's not that this sword is no good, it's that you are no good, General Ye!"

"You!" Provoked like this by Shen Yu, Ye Jing almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Your mouth is so vicious, how did you live to be this old?

"Come here!" Suddenly extending his hand forward, he lifted the already heavily injured Ye Jing as easily as grabbing a chick, and then slammed him fiercely onto the ground.

"Bang!" The huge impact immediately rippled in all directions, smashing a deep pit of moderate size on the spot; this blow caused Ye Jing to suffer injury upon injury, and even several of his bones were broken.

However, Shen Yu had no intention of letting go at all, slamming the person onto the ground fiercely, one time after another.

The continuous sound of impact rang out immediately, accompanied by scattered fresh blood and shrill screams; how could the word 'miserable' even begin to describe it? If one were soft-hearted, they might not even be able to bear watching it.

Shen Yu's strength was great, his hands like the hardest steel; no matter how Ye Jing struggled or resisted, it was futile. The gap was too large, so large that even he himself was almost in despair.

He had thought that holding the Blood Rage Sword would be enough to roam the world, but who would have thought that before he had even officially set out, reality would give him such a fierce blow.

At this moment, Ye Jing did not know how many bones were broken, only feeling sharp pain coming from every part of his body. Killing someone is just a matter of a nod, this is bullying people too much!

They say there is no such thing as a misnamed title, but how does he remember that the opposite Shen Yu's nickname should be 'Peerless in Zither and Sword'. Are these Jianghu people blind? This is clearly a brute with boundless strength; where are the zither and the sword!

"Hah!" After struggling again to no avail, Ye Jing ultimately could not hold back, letting out a roar as if suddenly erupting, his eyes flashing with ruthless light.

He turned the Blood Rage Sword and stabbed it directly into his own body; instantly, streams of blood-colored energy surged out from the sword body, like thick blood vessels, connecting with the flesh and blood of his body.

Fresh blood, following the blood-colored energy, poured continuously into the body of the Blood Rage Sword. At the same time, forces mixed with blood-stained brutality from the sword body fed back into his own body.

At this moment, the last bit of spirit in Ye Jing's eyes completely vanished, and only madness and bloodthirst remained in his blood-red eyes. It was as if he wanted to destroy everything and devour everything.

At the same time, his aura and strength also surged, and the whole person looked exceptionally ferocious and terrifying. Just this bloodthirsty appearance was enough to scare away a crowd of people.

However, in Shen Yu's view, even if his aura surged, it was just so-so!

"Little thing, do you think that by falling into a berserk state, you are no longer yourself? A weakling, no matter how strong, is still just a pathetic wretch; it's not like you can evolve!"

The hand grabbing Ye Jing did not waver in the slightest because of his becoming stronger, not even shaking once. Instead, it made Shen Yu snort coldly, and he exerted force on his hand again, slamming Ye Jing fiercely onto the ground once more.

The exact same movement as before, the exact same outcome, only a few more bones were broken. At this time, Ye Jing even had the urge to vomit blood; facing such a pervert, was it easy for him? "Give it here!" Grabbing the Blood Rage Sword stuck in Ye Jing's body, Shen Yu wanted to forcibly snatch the sword away.

Yet Ye Jing regarded it as his life; even though he was heavily injured and dripping with blood, he did not loosen his grip in the slightest, instead hugging it tightly to his chest.

Shen Yu did not indulge him, directly using his hands to break his fingers and forcibly dragging the sword out.

As soon as the Blood Rage Sword was in his hand, red mist like blood vapor surged crazily from the sword body, instantly wrapping Shen Yu within it.

Waves of crazy thoughts surged into his heart, as if constantly devouring his reason and wearing down his will.

Suddenly, Shen Yu felt as if someone was constantly whispering in his ear; that voice, which seemed to originate from the depths of his heart, was constantly tempting him, telling him to relax his mind, to completely let go of himself, and to merge with the sword.

At this moment, he even had an illusion that as long as he held the Blood Rage Sword, he could be fearless and invincible.

But at this time, the Clear Heart Art within his body circulated rapidly, surging through his whole body like a cool breeze, sweeping away this restlessness and extinguishing the heat in his heart.

The powerful, extremely rigid and yang strength of the Golden Bell Shield made the blood-colored mist retreat rapidly. For a time, Shen Yu felt as if his heart were as still as water, no longer raising the slightest ripple.

"Hoo!" Taking a few deep breaths, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. This Blood Rage Sword is truly terrifying; its ability to infect the mind is not just a reputation, and even he himself almost fell for it.

"Hmph!" Looking at the Blood Rage Sword in his hand, Shen Yu snorted coldly, mobilized the power of the Golden Bell Shield, and cut off the blood-colored mist constantly emerging from the sword body with one palm.

The extremely yang Gang Qi formed by the Golden Bell Shield was continuously transmitted by him into the Blood Rage Sword, unceasingly wearing down the Blood Evil Qi within it.

The sword body buzzed and trembled as if trying to break free from his palm, but it was held tightly by Shen Yu. The sword-ringing sound of the Blood Rage Sword in his hand was constant, as if it were wailing.

And Ye Jing on the other side also seemed to perceive something and desperately wanted to resist, but he was also firmly pressed down by Shen Yu's other hand, unable to move a single bit.

As the power Shen Yu input became stronger and stronger, the Blood Rage Sword trembled even more violently, and finally, all the blood-colored mist suddenly retracted completely. No matter how Shen Yu targeted it, it remained indifferent.

The sword body is sentient and knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Facing a threat it could not resist, the Blood Rage Sword chose to seal itself, but this did not mean it had no threat. On the contrary, the more it was like this, the more one had to worry about it erupting at any time.

But it doesn't matter; Shen Yu has plenty of time and can slowly wear it down. By using his extremely rigid and yang Gang Qi to comb through it every day, day after day, like water dripping through a stone, he doesn't believe he can't deal with it!

Putting the Blood Rage Sword into his storage space, Shen Yu looked again at Ye Jing, who had been pressed to the ground and rubbed by him the whole time. He then mobilized the power of the Clear Heart Art and the Golden Bell Shield, constantly washing away the brutal energy on his body.

Gradually, the blood color in the other's eyes faded, revealing a pair of complex eyes full of struggle.

At this time, the expression on Ye Jing's face changed constantly, becoming cold and ruthless one moment, and anxious and uneasy the next. All kinds of pain and entanglement seemed to be unable to be shaken off.

"General Ye, how do you feel now?"

"Lord Shen!" Grabbing Shen Yu's shoulders violently with both hands, Ye Jing's face was full of anxiety, and he shouted loudly as if begging, "Kill me, I can't control it anymore, kill me!"

"I have been completely eroded by the Blood Rage Sword, and my mind has long been completely out of control. Even if the Blood Rage Sword is not here, I will erupt at any time, kill me quickly!"

"General Ye, there will always be a way!"

"It's too late!" With a bitter smile, a slightly bitter expression crawled onto his face, as if there were unspeakable sorrow.

"I killed the newly appointed Commander of the Dongning Army, and I also killed many innocent people, and even some former comrades-in-arms. The imperial court will not let me go, those great aristocratic families will not let me go, and I will not let myself go either!"

A flash of determination crossed his eyes; Ye Jing pushed Shen Yu violently, and a counter-shock force followed. Borrowing this counter-shock force, Ye Jing rushed toward the broken blades scattered all over the ground nearby.

Opening his arms, Ye Jing did not resist in the slightest. As he fell to the ground, these broken blades directly pierced through his chest, fresh blood spilled, and the ground was dyed red.

"General Ye, you!"

"Haha, I have been entangled with that sword for so long, in the end, I won!"

Lifting his head with difficulty, Ye Jing whispered, "Lord Shen, pass a word for me to the soldiers of the Dongning Army, just say that all these years this general has failed them. This general is incompetent, and in the end, I can only say sorry to them!"

At this moment, a relaxed smile appeared on Ye Jing's face instead. Since he accidentally obtained the Blood Rage Sword, he had spent his time in constant struggle and resistance. Every moment in the past, he had not dared to relax.

Today, perhaps it is his most relaxed moment. He no longer has to worry about being eroded, being assimilated, and becoming a cruel, bloodthirsty, unfeeling machine.

Living and freedom, I choose freedom. The feeling of freedom, it's really good!