Great, we're doomed now!

When we first met, you rejected all my temptations, determined to seal me away here, which shows how immense terror resides within you—yet today you've drawn your sword!

"..." Ye Shou remained silent, simply gazing at the other person.

"Hehe... I know, I know! You think you're absolutely sure, that's why you're provoking me, right?"

Hahaha~ What a cute and naive idea!

Sukuna opened its massive maw and roared, "You think my power is only as strong as it appears? How laughable!"

"As you drew this blade, my immense resentment, accumulated over hundreds of years, has now completely permeated my flesh, buried deep within... It's time to unleash my true power!"

Rumbling--

Small earthquakes occur frequently, as if some enormous thing is repeatedly wreaking havoc in this mountain beneath our feet.

Bang!

A giant ghostly hand burst through the ground deep in the mountains, exposed to the bright moon in the sky.

Thud, thud, thud!

The other four limbs also stretched out one after another, and when viewed from above, it looked as if the mountain had come to life and transformed into four hands and feet pointing upwards.

"You didn't expect my physical body to be tempered to this extent, did you? But now it's too late for you to regret it!"

—Boom! Boom! Boom!

No sooner had he finished speaking than a deafening explosion interrupted Sukuna's excited voice.

The illusory ghost head's expression suddenly changed: "No, what happened? This feeling... is it a trap? When... ugh!"

She had always considered her physical body as her trump card, capable of clearing away all obstacles, but now a deep, bone-chilling pain was emanating from that part of her body.

"What...what did you do?"

"Me? I'm just standing here, I haven't done anything."

Ye Shouyong said in a very relaxed tone, "But the engineering team responsible for exploring the geological structure might have mistaken those pieces of flesh for obstructive granite and buried a large amount of industrial explosives and low-purity Zelda gas or something like that—it looks like it was accidentally detonated."

"You despicable scoundrel!"

Sukuna Oni was furious on the spot. Although she didn't know what kind of gas it was, it wasn't the first time she had dealt with Ye Shou, so she knew very well how far this person would go to increase the success rate. She couldn't help but feel a chill.

The explosion just now was only the beginning; it could never be Ye Shou's entire plan!

This guy plans to weaken my physical body to the extreme before I resurrect, and then easily take me down!

It should be noted that she was dismembered and sealed away by Jinglong before her death. Now that her physical body has been resurrected, it will take some time to "reassemble" her. In other words, her "body" and "limbs" are still unable to move freely and she is a sitting duck.

No... We absolutely cannot sit idly by and wait to die!

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

The hideous demon head let out a hoarse and terrifying scream, transforming into a robust woman about three meters tall, wearing a white sleeveless kimono, with a rope tied around her waist in a snake shape, and long, pale hair.

After her spirit was stabilized, the woman glanced at the katana Ye Shou was holding, then grinned maliciously and pounced on him.

call!

They rushed out of the gate behind Ye Shou and entered the darkness.

She didn't want to get entangled with Ye Shou, but instead set her sights on the outer perimeter troops at the foot of the mountain.

"That's a correct assessment. I can't manage all these arrangements by myself. If it's about wiping out the ordinary army, then I really can't do anything about it."

however--

"Huh... what is this?!"

Sukuna Oni was forced back by the blazing golden light, which resembled flames. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was a strange creature that was half human and half machine. As an oni, she was naturally afraid of such beings full of life energy, and her eyes were filled with apprehension.

"Who do you think you are, daring to meddle in my business!"

"Ah~ Come to think of it, this is probably the first time you've seen my Stand, right?"

Ye Shou walked over from behind, lightly waving his long sword, which produced a pleasant sound of wind breaking.

Five meters to his right, the spirit of a middle-aged ronin also appeared, and then gradually "solidified" under Sukunaki's incredulous gaze.

His clothes, weapons, and body were all manifestations of spiritual power, but they looked exactly like real people, as if the Jintian Jinglong of yesteryear had been resurrected!

"You, you all..."

Caught between three enemies, Sukunaki, despite having endless resentment as his energy source, couldn't help but feel a surge of fear.

"That's enough, don't come any closer!"

The white-haired female ghost bared her teeth and casually reached into the void, "drawing" out a two-handed greatsword more than two meters long, which swept towards Ye Shou, who was closest to her, with the sound of wind and thunder.

This attack, though seemingly simple, contained pure demonic power that a human body simply could not withstand. Jinglong immediately warned Ye Shou to dodge—

Clang!

The longsword and the greatsword clashed with a crisp sound. The gleaming blades of the swords resembled a lake of autumn water under the moonlight, and the evil-dispelling spiritual power rippled on them with a soft but cool radiance. Meanwhile, the trajectory of the greatsword was deflected, and the sword pressure sliced ​​through the pillars and courtyard walls ten meters away.

Ye Shou remained unfazed, effortlessly deflecting Su Na Gui's thunderous attack with a casual stroll!

The ronin immediately turned his head to look at him.

You were able to wield my knife with such ease the moment you received it? What incredible talent... You just perfectly recreated the moves I used in my previous life!

But Ye Shou clearly has his own moves... meaning he flexibly changed his style to utilize the residual power in his sword? That's unbelievable!

"you……"

Sukuna-ki stared in a daze at the young man dressed in a gray-blue training uniform and holding a katana.

"...Jinglong?"

Chapter 162 The Cruel Theory of Sukuna Oni

Historical records state that in the country of Feida, there was a man named Su Nuo, who was extremely strong and agile, carrying swords on both hands and wielding bows and arrows with all four hands. He was unruly and disobedient to the emperor, taking pleasure in plundering the people.

This is a folk legend about her, and it does not vilify her at all. In her lifetime, she did rule the people by force, and was tyrannical and despotic. In the end, she degenerated into a demon and was beheaded by a passing ronin samurai.

She had no regrets in her life, but there was nothing particularly noteworthy about it either. She was simply someone with unusual appearance who grew up in indifference, determined to achieve great things, but after achieving fame and success, she couldn't control her desires and was consumed by them... It's just a story that can be found anywhere.

Logically, someone like her shouldn't have any complaints about being killed by a "hero," and her surviving soul should have been worn away by the passage of time, slowly fading into nothingness. But after hundreds of years of silence, instead of dissipating, she became even more powerful than in life, driven by hatred and resentment!

Why is that?

Is it the shame and annoyance of losing to Jinglong because of inferior skills?

Is it a longing for wealth, luxury, and debauchery?

Or is it simply a murderous intent towards all living beings in this world?

Probably both. She is not a magnanimous person; on the contrary, she is a beast that follows its desires, and all kinds of negative emotions have long permeated her soul.

But the one that truly plays a crucial role, one that has remained unchanged through countless transformations, is still that one—

Contempt for "human beings".

She once considered herself a member of the human race, but as a child, both adults and children abhorred her four arms, which made her withdrawn and paranoid.

Later, she discovered that there were many others like herself, or even more eccentric:

The nobleman was incredibly fat, his enormous size almost equal to that of four or five people, which was even more impressive compared to the sedan chair carriers who were as thin as ribs.

Some people have sores all over their faces and use a gold-faced folding fan to cover them in front of others, but some sycophants compare them to a plum blossom painting in the snow.

There are also people with huge tumors who, even though they carefully avoid others when walking on the street, are still laughed at by children and chased away by shopkeepers.

She's a smart person, so she didn't need anyone to teach her; she just understood a principle by looking at these things:

The reason these strange people were treated so differently was not because of their character, but because of the difference in the splendor of their clothes!

The poor and weak will respect the powerful and wealthy, regardless of their appearance or character; the difference in their social status will determine everything.

The strong are always right, no matter what they do, while the weak are always wrong, no matter what they do.

She was ostracized by the villagers not because she had two extra arms, or because she had done anything repulsive, but simply because she did not have fine clothes, servants, or fearsome spears and armor.

But when she grew up and displayed extraordinary martial arts skills, everyone feared her power. They fawned over her and flattered her, and the vicious words from her childhood never appeared again.

Then she understood:

I was born different from everyone else; I was chosen by God.

Someone like her should naturally stand above everyone else!

As a result, she was never treated as a human being, and thus, in accordance with the wishes of the masses, she grew into a "non-human" being.

As another form of life, she would not consider the thoughts of the people, just as humans would not sympathize with domesticated livestock.

She initially protected her country as a military general and gained the support and love of the people, but those people also treated the city lord and other generals the same way.

The city lord amassed a great fortune, allowing the people to starve to death while continuing to sell grain to others. His generals harassed the countryside with their troops in search of food... yet everyone still treated them with utmost respect.

On the contrary, she may be strong in martial arts, but she cannot feed her subordinates, which will only bring resentment.

Unable to comprehend human thought, she began to try doing the same things as other military commanders to see what was different. Initially, she had some reservations, but... "violence" was simply too effective!

No matter what the problem is, it can be solved by exerting overwhelming force!

Killing, plundering, suppressing... she gradually became addicted to it, and the pleasure derived from this behavior even outweighed the benefits it brought.

In the end, she killed everyone who stood in her way, whether they were from a prestigious family with a thousand-year history or a brave general who could fight against a hundred men... they were all just clowns.

If force is the foundation of power, then her power has no boundaries and is not bound by any person or rule!

She thought:

Humans desire wealth and power, so she, who possessed the vast majority of wealth and unparalleled martial prowess, would naturally be revered and admired by everyone.

Even after being killed by Jinglong, she showed no remorse whatsoever, and even felt it was only natural—

She is stronger than humans, and Jinglong is stronger than her. The weak will be defeated, trampled, and humiliated by the strong. This is the universal law of the world!

This perfectly aligns with her understanding of the world.

What puzzled her was why Jinglong, who was clearly the same kind of person as her, preferred to hang out with "livestock".

If Jinglong had plundered her city, established a new country, and become a hegemon in the chaotic world, then while her hatred would not have diminished, she would only feel it was only natural.

But in reality, Jinglong did not do that. He neither ruled nor took anything. Instead, he opened the granaries and armories, allowing the farmers to take away the grain that originally belonged to them, and distributed the gold and silver treasures to everyone, leaving nothing for himself.

If I had to describe it, all I had was a full meal and a few pairs of straw sandals and wooden clogs, nothing more.