Chapter 388: A Change of Personnel?

"Still trying to turn the tables?"

The body of the Jinghong Sword hummed and trembled, but unfortunately, that was all it could manage. However, the opponent did not give up, and the humming of the sword body rang incessantly in the ears.

Yet, trapped deep within the cage, no matter how he struggled, it was to no avail.

Shen Yu could understand him; in the end, fleeing into the Jinghong Sword to save his life was a decision made out of desperation.

He attempted to use his own Mental Power, combined with the Sword Intent of Mu Zishan, plus the power of the Jinghong Sword itself—a triple superposition. He thought that somehow, he would be able to break the cage and successfully escape.

But he was wrong. The Mountain and River Map of the Eight-Cornered Prison-Suppressing Tower was like a wall of bronze and iron; as long as that tower did not collapse, he could forget about escaping.

If Mental Power is fused onto a sword body, it is fine for a short time; at worst, one pays a certain price to forcibly break free.

If one stays for too long, they will be slowly eroded, and by then, they will likely only be able to serve as a Sword Spirit. It is no wonder the opponent wanted to resist; no one could stand that.

However, even so, Shen Yu had no intention of letting him go. Thinking that hiding inside the sword would make him helpless against you? Dream on!

Reaching out, he grasped the Jinghong Sword directly. In an instant, endless Blood Evil Qi surged madly toward Shen Yu.

The one inside was almost excited enough to laugh out loud. Just a moment ago, he had resisted with all his might, but the results were all in vain; he had been on the verge of despair.

He had thought he would truly be reduced to a Sword Spirit, and possibly be suppressed for countless years.

As it turned out, this young man actually had the guts to reach out and grab the Jinghong Sword. This is you seeking your own death; you can't blame anyone!

The Jinghong Sword had killed countless people in the past and possessed the ability to bewitch the human heart; the person holding the sword would naturally turn into a bloodthirsty beast that only knew how to kill.

And he himself was the negative Mental Power of Mu Zishan; the destructive power caused by the combination of the two was definitely not something one or two young kids could withstand.

He had even envisioned Shen Yu's mind being seized and him going on a killing rampage, and even fantasized about seizing the opportunity to directly occupy this body, which was no worse than Mu Zishan's.

However, before he could be excited for long, an astonishing thing happened: all the negative energy was blocked entirely on the outside.

It was as if there were a flawless defense in front of the young man; no matter how violent the storm outside, it could not invade even a little bit.

How is this possible? Even the Mu Zishan of back then would never have been completely unaffected!

"What, surprised?" Shen Yu's hand holding the sword was very steady, and he could clearly feel the terrifying energy coming from the sword body, but unfortunately, all this energy was blocked outside by him.

"I wear the Heaven and Earth Lock, which can lock my own body; no external power can invade me. Otherwise, do you think I would really dare to just grab this sword so casually!"

"At your age, how are you still so naive!"

As the words fell, the vast righteous energy on Shen Yu's body erupted, shining directly onto the Jinghong Sword, seemingly intent on annihilating all the negative energy within this sword.

At the same time, the treasure previously gifted by Chen Xing also began to emit a hazy light; the combination of the two caused the aura around Shen Yu to increase greatly.

The negative energy that had originally intended to invade Shen Yu was constantly collapsing and dissipating bit by bit.

"You, you!" The Jinghong Sword vibrated continuously, but unfortunately, it was of no use; it could only watch helplessly as the power of the vast righteous energy constantly invaded.

This force was not particularly powerful, but it seemed to naturally restrain them. Moreover, the most hateful thing was that their mental influence could not affect the other party at all, and they could only passively take a beating.

In other words, only the other party could hurt them, while they had no means of counterattack; this battle was already lost from the moment it began.

The other party was prepared to wear him down bit by bit. With one side waning and the other waxing, he would inevitably collapse.

He pushed the Sword Intent of the Jinghong Sword to the front while hiding behind it, attempting to buy as much time as possible for himself to find a way to break the situation.

And under the illumination of the vast righteous energy, the Jinghong Sword seemed to be affected bit by bit, constantly beginning to tremble.

In a trance, Shen Yu seemed to see many scenes. He saw a young man wearing a long sword, traveling the world, never having tasted defeat.

This was like a natural protagonist, whose every move stirred the world of martial arts. Coupled with his dashing and romantic demeanor, he truly made countless women go crazy for him.

Yet, he always treated these with disdain, practicing his sword on his own, traveling the world, and challenging famous masters.

It was as if these peerless heroines would only interfere with the speed of his sword-drawing and only affect his path to fame and success.

He had originally thought his life would be infinitely bright, that he would become a great hero respected by everyone, and would become another pillar of the martial arts world.

It is just that, in a person's life, nothing is ever truly up to oneself.

Until that afternoon, when he was fetching water at a small pool in the wilderness, he met her, who was bathing. With just one glance, he was unable to extricate himself.

From then on, he was obsessed with love; his sword now had one more person to protect, becoming increasingly sharp and increasingly unfathomable.

One day, just as he was at the height of his career, a young man wanted to challenge him. Everyone thought that young man was crazy, including himself.

He had not wanted to accept the challenge, but he was persuaded by her, and he himself felt that he should give the young man a chance, even though he himself was still a young man.

No one thought he would lose, and even he himself felt the same; if not for her speaking up to make him accept the challenge, he wouldn't have even looked at such a nobody.

Who could have imagined that on the day of the duel, his limbs would go weak and most of his Martial Arts would be crippled.

He understood that he had been poisoned, but he was usually very careful, especially when he was about to fight someone; he was even three times more cautious than usual, even if he felt this opponent was pitifully weak.

The only possibility was the person by his side; only she had the opportunity to poison him.

He cast his gaze to the side, hoping that this person he loved deeply could give him an apologetic look, could tell him her hidden reasons. And he, no matter what, would have forgiven her.

Yet, from beginning to end, all he saw was indifference, and he even saw the person by his side happily throwing herself into the opponent's arms.

At this moment, he understood: from meeting to falling in love and up to now, it was all just designed by others, just to let him become a stepping stone for someone else.

At this moment, his Sword Heart collapsed, and his Sword Intent retreated a thousand miles in an instant.

What was even more terrifying was that the opponent's sword seemed to completely restrain him, leaving him in such a sorry state that he could only defend passively.

Without any surprise, he lost, lost in a crushing defeat, even his left arm was severed, and the meridians of his right arm were completely shattered. This meant that from then on, he was crippled.

From then on, the halo was gone; he was like a clown, only able to watch others embrace his former lover, stepping on his reputation, and walking toward the glory that should have belonged to him.

From that day on, he was hunted down; with both hands crippled and unable to hold a sword, he was no match for them, and in the end, he fell from the top of a mountain.

Everyone thought he was dead, but in fact, he had been caught by the branch of a tree on the mountainside; he was alive, but it would have been better to be dead.

From then on, he slunk back to his home, back to the Sword Casting Villa that was once famous throughout the world.

But at this very moment, the villa had been destroyed, and all the disciples had been slaughtered.

He found the things left behind by his ancestors, found that sword-casting method regarded as a forbidden art.

The Sword Casting Villa was originally famous in the martial arts world for casting swords. Yet, it happened to produce a swordsman like him, and even brought a catastrophic disaster to the villa.

His parents and brothers were all killed, and he was the only piece of trash left in the family; from then on, only endless hatred remained in his heart.

After that, he went into seclusion for thirty years, using his own blood and the forbidden art of the Sword Casting Villa to create this sword.

At the same time, he did his utmost to cultivate a nearly perfect disciple, passing on everything he had learned to him, so that he might take revenge for him.

Finally, he sent the disciple away, then resolutely sacrificed himself, dissolving his entire reservoir of hatred into the sword.

On the day the sword was completed, everything within a radius of ten miles was shredded by Sword Qi, and the scent of blood filled the sky, as if the vast firmament were weeping blood.

This sword, brimming with his infinite hatred and unwillingness, was named Jinghong!