When "God" Decides To Start Over

"It could also be due to both reasons," said the Gun Demon.

"That's possible. In any case, we mustn't underestimate this Commander. If he survives this battle, perhaps we Magic Armor Masters might finally have a chance to rise in Changsheng Heaven," the Sword Saint pondered and said.

"Who wouldn't want that? I hope he can win. With such a Commander, our days would be much better. But winning against Jing Li is incredibly difficult; it seems he hasn't actually exerted his full strength yet," the Gun Demon sighed.

The moment the Gun Demon finished speaking, the battle over there changed.

Jing Li suddenly switched the sword from his right hand to his left, and with his left hand, the speed and power of using the sword increased once more.

The moment the blade flashed, it was almost mistaken for an illusion.

Boom!

The Demon Light Blade was directly shattered into pieces, scattering like countless steel sparks. Amidst the sea of sparks, the blade relentlessly slashed towards Li Xiu's chest.

"Jing Li's left-handed sword is faster and more ruthless than the right," Li Qingyi automatically felt her heart in her throat.

Bai Ying beside her wore a face full of excitement, as if eagerly anticipating the moment when Li Xiu would be slashed.

So close, so fast, Li Xiu didn't even have a chance to dodge.

Clang!

Just as the sword was about to cleave into Li Xiu's chest, it was blocked again. In Li Xiu's left hand, a Demon Light Blade was also condensed, stopping a subsequent attack.

The Demon Light Blade in his left hand shattered, but his left-handed strike had also run out of power.

Clang, clang, clang!

Jing Li fiercely attacked with his left hand; the sword moves were as swift as lightning and as heavy as a mountain. However, they were continuously blocked by the Demon Light Blades that Li Xiu formed with both hands, over and over again. Until now, Li Xiu had not moved even a single step.

"The strength of the Furnace Guardian is indeed slightly stronger than the Divine Spirit Magic Armor. This level of Demonic Light outbreak does not harm it in the slightest," Li Xiu was very satisfied with this set of Furnace Magic Armor. It is the best-performing and most durable set of magic armor he has ever used, able to withstand the recent over-threshold Spiritual Sense stimulation.

Suddenly, Jing Li sheathed his sword and retreated, ceasing his continuous attack.

"Very well, this is exactly what I wanted," Jing Li's eyes seemed like candlelight, glowing with frenzy as he stared at Li Xiu. His left hand, holding the sword, slowly rose, his right hand following to grip it as well. "You are the second person who has forced me to wield a double-handed sword in battle."

"Who was the first?" Li Xiu asked.

"My Shifu, who has already died under my blade," Jing Li slowly said, as if speaking of a most ordinary affair, without a trace of guilt.

"I hope I am not the second to die under your double-handed sword," Li Xiu said with a smile.

"My double-handed sword has only one form, and I call it Self-Mutilation," Jing Li's expression was frenzied to the extreme, even his words increased.

"Self-mutilation, does that mean suicide? That name is quite ominous," Li Xiu shook his head and said.

"Indeed, it's not auspicious, but I like it," the Demonic Light on Jing Li grew more intense, like flowing water ablaze, surging towards the sword held in both hands. However, the glow on the blade grew dimmer.

Li Xiu quietly waited, not interrupting Jing Li's Demonic Light condensation actively. In fact, he had never actively attacked until now.

Only when the light on the blade completely disappeared did Jing Li lower his head to look at the sword.

The sword was more than four feet long, of a dark purple hue throughout. It was styled as a double-handed Tang Blade, with an unsharpened edge, and on one side of the blade, there was a dark red streak like dried blood.

This was a bloodstain left when he slew his Shifu, the previous Commander of the Forgetfulness Lineage, which had never been wiped away.

Jing Li could still clearly remember that battle. The old Commander stood before him just like Li Xiu now, waiting as he prepared Self-Mutilation.

Before then, the old Commander nearly shattered Jing Li's confidence entirely. Jing Li used every ounce of his power, utilizing various Super Spirit Skills to their utmost limits, but they were all suppressed with ease by the old Commander with one hand.

What seemed like overpowering Super Spirit Skills to Jing Li were no more than candle flames that could be extinguished at any moment before the old Commander.

How can candlelight compete with the bright moon?

To Jing Li, the old Commander was that bright moon in the sky, someone he would need a lifetime to look up to.

Until he wielded the double-handed sword for that single strike, splitting the bright moon in the sky in half, and from then on, there was no more light to illuminate his heart.

Jing Li named that strike Self-Mutilation, and he hadn't used it ever since. That strike kills others while wounding oneself.

"I also hope you won't be the second to die under this strike," it seemed that as the light on the blade dimmed, the frenzy in Jing Li's eyes also dissipated. His eyes became increasingly clear, his expression more and more composed, even somewhat ruthless.

"Forgetting emotions and cutting off desires, it seems Jing Li has truly inherited that person's philosophy," the Immortal wearing a flowery jacket sighed.

"It's been the way of the Forgetfulness Lineage throughout history, only that person was more extreme, achieving Jing Li with his own life. In the future, as Jing Li practices the Jueli Scripture, he will undoubtedly be twice as effective with half the effort. He might even become the top sword of Changsheng Heaven, surpassing Old Dao," Mo Wuya paused, sighed, and said, "But it's a pity for Li Xiu. A Magic Armor Master reaching this level is truly rare. It's unlikely we will see such a Magic Armor Master again for centuries, dying under Jing Li's sword is a significant loss."

"What's there to pity? Magic Armor Masters feed on talent, making little progress in a lifetime. To put it bluntly, their achievements depend on the heavens' favor. They are born at their peak, and later, they lie down, getting phased out is only a matter of time," the Immortal dismissed with indifference.

As they spoke, Jing Li raised his head, calmly gazing at Li Xiu, slowly lifting the sword above his head and then closing his eyes.

Some lose the whole world when they close their eyes, while others already have the world under their blade.

When the sword in Jing Li's hands cleaved down, it seemed as if the entire world was reduced to that one sword.