Chapter 374: What Does It Mean to Be Heartless and Unrighteous

The giant Buddha descended from the sky, carrying an irresistible might, as if to turn the world below into a void of chaos and destroy all living beings.

Yet the crew and pirates were still kowtowing in worship, even revealing expressions of yearning, as if this palm were not meant to destroy them, but to ferry them to the Western Paradise.

Only the one holding the long blade, Wudi...

In a flash of lightning, Wudi roared, his toes stomping fiercely onto the deck; amidst the booming sound of the deck shattering, his entire body shot into the sky, and he slashed out suddenly, unleashing a thunderous, swift strike with an unrivaled, tyrannical blade aura that seemed capable of cleaving everything tangible and intangible before him in two.

The airflow within a radius of ten zhang stirred rapidly, merging into the blade aura and emitting a splashing sound like flowing water.

This strike was indomitable, the blade light pouring down like a heavenly river, leaving no doubt that it could cleave the great Buddha in two.

Yet Wudi's face was as cold as ice, devoid of the slightest emotion, with only wisps of killing intent filling his brow and heart.

At this very moment, he possessed no human emotions, only an invincible fighting spirit.

Even if the immortals and Buddhas of the heavens stood before him, he would slash immortals and kill Buddhas without hesitation.

However, how could a mere mortal offend the majesty of immortals and Buddhas?

Just like throwing a stone at the sun, in the end, it can only strike oneself.

It was the same for Wudi.

Boom!!

The blade aura collided with the vast, boundless Buddha palm; after a brief moment of stagnation, the blade light shattered abruptly, and Wudi plummeted at ten times his previous speed.

The might of the Buddha palm was unceasing, vast and mighty, slamming heavily onto the ship.

Boom!

Boom, boom!!

The ship shook in an instant, as if struck by a meteorite from beyond the heavens.

Amidst a series of booming roars, the large mast was the first to suffer the impact, rapidly crumbling into countless fragments; wood chips exploded like flying snow, and immediately after, the ship's roof, cabins, and deck were struck by the force, suddenly falling apart and collapsing.

The crew finally realized the danger, but the scene before them was like the end of the world. Their legs trembled, and though they wanted to flee, it was already too late.

With a "boom" sound, the entire ship exploded; some of the crew on board were ground into blurred flesh and blood by this palm, while others fell into the sea.

"No wonder he could defeat Tiancan and contend against the entire Rakshasa Gate single-handedly..." Yunluo Gongzhu muttered to herself, her beautiful eyes flickering; whether man or woman, one is always full of yearning and respect for the strong. Not to mention that this man was not only handsome and witty, but had also saved her life.

Splash!!

Amidst the churning waves, a figure shot out once more from the flying wood chips; bells rang, the blade light was fierce and powerful, and the blade aura swirled wildly, driving the sea waves to coil toward Yu Liancheng like a water dragon.

Who else could it be but Wudi?

His clothes were shredded, his whole body was soaked, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper; his lonely, cold, and arrogant image was gone, leaving him in a wretched state.

But this strike was still unimaginably tyrannical and brave, capable of causing the vast majority of martial artists in the world to perish under his blade.

"Wicked creature, you do not know how to repent!"

The giant Buddha, now slightly dimmed, assumed a wrathful expression and pressed down with another palm.

Wudi once again felt that irresistible palm force descending from the sky; his whole body was sent flying, his face turned as pale as paper, and unable to suppress his injuries any longer, his throat tasted sweet, his mouth opened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Before falling into the sea, Wudi exerted his True Qi, turned his body, and landed on a large piece of ship wreckage. He could not stand steadily, however, and knelt on one knee, barely supporting his body with his blade.

"I... have lost."

At this moment, Wudi's face seemed to have aged ten years; the opponent had only used two palms, and he had been thoroughly defeated.

At this moment, he seemed to see countless people who had died under his blade looking at him with mocking expressions, repeating in his ears: "You lost... you lost... you lost..."

He was utterly defeated, having lost as much as one could lose.

"Father, let's go back, let's return to Dongying together."

A youth flew out from the wreckage and came to Wudi's side. The youth's face was strikingly similar to Wudi's, only much younger, his eyes were not blind, and there was no terrifying killing intent on him.

"You... are you Wuqing?" Wudi's body suddenly trembled, and from those hollow eye sockets, a gaze that seemed almost tangible shot out.

This youth was none other than the son he had not killed back then.

He had actually followed on the ship, originally intending to persuade his father to turn back, but he had not expected to witness his father's defeat with his own eyes.

"It is me... Father, please go back." Wuqing took a pair of copper bells from his bosom, his voice low, his eyes filled with tears: "Mother asked me to give these to you; she told me to tell you that she had long known she would be killed by you, but she did not hate you, nor did she regret marrying you. She only wanted you to turn back and be a normal person..."

These copper bells were exactly like the pair tied to the hilt of Wudi's blade, identical; they were the token of love from when Wudi married his wife.

Within the copper bells, the only memory in Wudi's cold life was preserved... along with love.

The ringing of the bells was heart-wrenching.

The various happy days of that time flooded his heart once again.

His wife's warm smile echoed in his mind, unceasing.

So, he had never truly been heartless and unrighteous; he had only temporarily sealed those feelings away.

But suddenly, Wudi remembered his master's blade art.

—Heartless and unrighteous, seeking defeat with ambition. Use the heart to slash and decide, the blade has no second.

"Heartless... unrighteous..." Daozhong Buer's hand gripped the hilt tightly, feeling a cold, freezing sensation penetrate Wudi's entire body.

"The blade is so cold; this is true heartlessness," Wudi muttered to himself.

"Father, let's go, let's return to Tokyo and open a noodle shop..."

Suddenly, Wudi smiled.

Laughing while raising his blade: "Heartless and unrighteous... heartless and unrighteous... I understand, I finally understand."

A flash of blade light.

Wudi had cleaved his son in two.

Cut in two with one strike.

Wuqing's face still bore an expression of disbelief.

And the pair of copper bells in his hand fell into the ocean along with his right hand, sinking down.

At this moment, Wudi finally severed the last trace of attachment and emotion he had in the human world.

Just as Daozhong Buer had once abandoned his feelings for the blade, he too entered another realm. Only he was more resolute, more Wuqing, and his blade technique was even more formidable.

Wudi's entire body's muscles emitted sounds like popping beans, suddenly swelling outward, his bones creaking, his beard and hair standing on end like steel needles, his expression terrifying; in an instant, his whole person underwent an incredible transformation.

"Roar!!"

Like the roar of a wild beast, it shook and cracked the firmament.

The Mad Blade charged toward the giant Buddha statue once again.

And the power of this blade strike had already exceeded the bounds of imagination; the blade intent surged, entering a realm of truly heartless invincibility—it was a blade strike truly capable of slaying immortals and killing Buddha.