Chapter 233
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Chapter 233: Humans Have Limits
Arrogant, conceited, looking down on others.
Chou Yidao has seen many young people like this in the past, and they all ended up dead, becoming lost souls under his blade, one of the sources of the Scythe Blade’s power.
So he doesn’t hate these young people, are they still young even if they aren’t arrogant?
It’s not the young people who are wrong, but the ones who are still alive. When they die, there’s nothing to blame.
Who would bear a grudge against someone who is about to die?
Not worth it.
Chou Yidao has lived for over fifty years, and his actual age is much older than he looks.
Life in the Demon’s Sect is not easy. Various demonic cultivators have long been forced out of the Ming Country, compelled to move around and unable to settle down together.
Demonic cultivators who cause chaos and harm to the world naturally cannot recruit disciples normally, so over a hundred years ago, the younger generations of demonic cultivators were captured and raised from a young age if they had good aptitude.
But since the Ming Country implemented a population census system and household registration system, it has become increasingly difficult for demonic cultivators to capture people… Gradual decline is also an inevitable result. Chou Yidao was captured by his own master, and after he learned swordsmanship, he was the first to kill his master who used to perform sacrifices to the heavens. This is not uncommon in the Demon’s Sect.
His partner, who followed him, is called Piaoyu, also a demonic cultivator.
The two have known each other for twenty years, and together they killed Piaoyu’s master, then left the Ming Country and spent more than a decade practicing killing in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom.
Among demonic cultivators, they are considered extremely powerful when they work together.
A second-ranked warrior doesn’t even require a second glance, and when a first-ranked warrior encounters them working together, they have to retreat.
Chou Yidao is not worried at all about failing but instead feels excited and wants to test the abilities of the young person in front of him.
"In the world of martial arts, there are three types."
"One type is mediocrity, and the other is genius."
"Mediocrity… is just an ordinary person, who can’t reach the second rank even after a lifetime of training. They have dull minds, no one to guide them, their talent is lacking, and they lack lucky encounters. They’re stuck there for their whole lives."
"Genius, second rank, or even first rank, many have the qualifications to challenge the older generation of experts, and they will eventually grow into grandmasters."
Chou Yidao said calmly and unhurriedly.
Bai Wei asked skeptically, "What about the third type?"
"If you can take my blade, I’ll tell you!"
Chou Yidao laughed heartily, and in the next moment, a chilling aura erupted from his body. The Scythe Blade in his hand disappeared like snowflakes melting in water, as if blending into the wind. He lost all weight and transformed into a shadow, rushing towards his opponent!
Shadowless Soul Severing!
Chou Yidao is known by the name Yidao, but he actually has two blades. He doesn’t need too many techniques; he refines them to the extreme, making them incredibly powerful. Saitama can obliterate everything with a single punch, and Goku can use his energy balls to devour everything in the world. Ultimately, it’s just that their power is not strong enough. Therefore, any technique developed to its utmost is like a nuclear weapon.
His first strike is called Soul Severing, a technique used to kill. Soul Severing means to sever the body, signifying the act of taking life. It still falls within the realm of martial arts. Regular warriors can see it but may not be able to dodge it, second-grade warriors can dodge it but may not be able to block it, only a first-grade grandmaster can face it without fear.
Chou Yidao intended to use this strike to test the opponent’s ability.
He suspected that this strike might be intercepted, so he used nine-tenths of his strength with one-tenth remaining for maneuver.
The black blade swept forward, but in an instant, it came to a stillness. The seemingly invincible strike was intercepted.
It’s like a novice wielding a blade, no matter how exquisite the technique, the ultimate goal is always to kill, always tracing back to the word ‘Zhan’.
And thus, clang—his blade was intercepted.
Not a single extra sound, just a crisp clang, and then there was nothing apart from a gust of cold wind.
Chou Yidao stared at Bai Wei, their blades separated by a distance. He knew full well the power behind his strike, enough to create a gap tens of meters long and obliterate the panda behind him, yet nothing happened. The blade energy dissipated and returned to nothingness like mud flowing into the sea.
How is this possible? Even the highest level of energy dissipation would require the force to be directed elsewhere; it cannot simply disappear completely.
"That move is done," Bai Wei reminded.
Chou Yidao sheathed his blade, pondered on his own for a moment, then turned around and walked back to his original position, creating some distance.
He shook his head, doubting whether he had truly exerted his full power just now.
It must be that my drawing posture was incorrect…
He contemplated for a moment, then continued to add on to what he had just said.
"I have said before, there are three types of people, the mediocre, the talented, which are the first two."
"The last one is the phoenix among individuals who surpass even the talented. This refers to the founding figures of a faction."
"Over the years, I’ve killed countless mediocrities, I can’t even remember. As for the talented, I’ve taken care of quite a few. Most of the talented who didn’t grow up ended up being all talk and no action, lacking in true ability."
"When this good stuff is wasted too much, it loses its meaning altogether."
"I wonder if today will let me broaden my horizons, allowing me the chance to slaughter a dragon?"
"I have never seen a true dragon among people. It’s been so many years, and I haven’t really unleashed my full potential…!"
This was not purely martial arts, but a magic cultivation method that integrated martial arts. In the past, he had killed countless experts with this sword.
He believed that this time would be no exception.
And then…clang!!
The sound was even louder than before, and he felt his sword striking the opponent once again. Although the Ring-head Han sword was intercepted, the vengeful ghost soul clashed with the opponent’s soul, its power equivalent to a thousand slashes and a fierce blow from a heavy vehicle!
Chou Yidao thought it was over, but the Ring-head Han sword remained firmly locked in place, showing no sign of budging.
He was startled. How could this opponent still not be dead?
And then, he saw with astonishment the golden glow shining in the young man’s pupils.
Wait, this seems a bit problematic. Could this guy be…
A hint of doubt arose in his heart—could it be that he was not the opponent’s match?
The power of the Soul Slasher was formidable, but it also had weaknesses. Its essence lay in cutting souls, but it required souls of the same level, souls that could be crushed with quantity. If the two souls were no longer in the same level, when quantity couldn’t surpass quality, this move would be no more than a flick to the opponent’s face, not a barrage of machine gun fire.
Crack…bang!
What exploded before Chou Yidao’s state of mind was the sword in his hand. It couldn’t hold up any longer, and the vengeful ghost aura disintegrated completely.
Then, he saw the opponent’s sword coming forward unremarkably, reaching towards his throat.
Chou Yidao suddenly felt the fear of death, something he hadn’t experienced in many years.
"Piaoyu…save me!" He only managed to utter this cry for help.
Archers hidden not far away had already drawn their bows and nocked arrows. With two swishes, a string of arrows were released.
Piaoyu’s entire cultivation was focused on archery. He only had four arrows in total, having already used up the Soul Devouring and Soul Snake arrows. Currently, he was using the Heart-Piercing and Poison Feather arrows.
The Heart-Piercing arrow could pierce through the heart with a single shot, while the Poison Feather arrow contained a highly toxic venom. Once it mixed with human blood, it would produce an even more potent poison. If it seeped out through any of the seven apertures, the blood would contaminate the skin and cause immediate poisoning. Even if it entered the air, it would generate a deadly toxin. Piaoyu had once used this arrow to poison and kill three thousand elites of a prince from the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom.
The sound of the arrows piercing through the air had already arrived. Chou Yidao didn’t believe that the opponent wanted to die together with him, so he immediately leaped backward, evading the two arrows brushing past his shoulders with perfect timing. He only thought about landing his next step and immediately fleeing without looking back.
However, that Ring-head Han sword suddenly burst out with an incredibly fast speed. It was so fast that it flew out of the opponent’s hand and directly pierced Chou Yidao’s throat.
—Impossible! Is he planning to die together with me?!
His eyes widened in fury as he looked over. He saw the young man closing his fingers together like plucking flowers and leaves, firmly grasping the two arrows. With a simultaneous exertion of force from all five fingers, golden flames instantly vaporized the two arrows.
Chou Yidao was left dumbfounded. His throat was pierced, and he was pinned to the wall, unable to make any sound.
Before his death, he recalled his wicked life.
His master told him that cultivation has its limits, and humans are bound by limitations. Therefore, to make persistent progress, one must surpass humanity, exceed limits, and become a demon, even if it means descending into the path of Asura, constantly growing stronger through killings. Eventually, they will inevitably reach a higher realm.
Only by killing can one attain ultimate invincibility.
He only remembers the first half of the sentence, but he had long forgotten the latter half until now.
When he killed his master, the latter also mentioned the latter half.
The once nearly invincible demonic cultivator lay on a sickbed, waiting for death, chuckling self-mockingly.
—Invincible? Haha, it’s all nonsense… In front of heroic spirits, it’s nothing…
Chou Yidao closed his eyes and waited for death, with only one thought in his mind.
Damn it, it’s a heroic spirit.
