Bankai

"Ahhh! Please stop talking, please stop!" Maya knelt helplessly on the ground. She had always thought that death was the cruelest thing, but she never expected that this dilemma would be even more despairing than death.

"Who told you that once the power of the Seven Star Sword is revived, it will plunge the world into darkness?" Roy knew this would backfire, so he prepared to start a lesson from another topic.

"Huh? This is what my grandma told me." Maya, who was already stunned by Roy, couldn't help but follow Roy's train of thought.

"Then how did your 'grandmother' know?"

"This... is probably something that has been passed down from generation to generation in the village," Maya said uncertainly.

"Therefore, the authenticity of this legend is questionable and debatable."

"No... that's not how it is," Maya weakly protested.

"Your legends say that whoever wields the Seven Star Sword will become Seven Star Sword slave. But look, the Seven Star Sword has absolutely no control over my mind. Doesn't that mean your legend is just a hoax?"

"..." Maya fell silent after Roy's sharp retort.

"So, your ancestors only fabricated this well-intentioned lie to deceive you because they were worried that the Seven Star Sword would attract the covetous eyes of others. Think about it, a group of people who have never even left the sea have been taking it upon themselves to protect the world generation after generation. Isn't that ridiculous?"

"Yes, you're right. I shouldn't have been so stubborn." Maya was completely swayed by Roy. Or perhaps, subconsciously, she hoped that Roy was right, just to give herself an excuse to escape.

Of course, what she actually thought was not important to Roy, as long as she agreed to Roy summon the barrier.

On the altar, the night was as still as water.

Dressed in a witch's attire, the Maya deity walked solemnly onto the altar, where the three precious stones had already been placed in their respective locations.

"Hmm, why does she seem so much prettier? Could it be the uniform allure? Hmm, looks like I can let Robin and the others try it next time." Roy pondered a philosophical question with a serious expression.

"Hmm? It's starting!" Roy could sense a chilling aura in the air, and the Seven Star Sword in his hand finally began to tremble violently, unwilling to remain dormant.

Three beams of light shot into the sky, converging into a large net that completely covered the entire Asuka Island.

The Seven Star Sword revealed a desire for greed, as if it wanted to wrest its power back from Baoyu.

"Do you want to regain your lost power? I'll give you that chance. I hope you won't disappoint me in your full form," Roy murmured to the Seven Star Sword, which radiated an eerie light.

Roy hurled the Seven Star Sword with force, aiming it at the focal point of the three precious jade pillars.

Roy activated his domain, instantly crushing the three precious gems scattered across the island.

Boom!

A bloody, violent, and ominous aura raged wildly on the island, then surged into the Seven Star Sword, which lay suspended in mid-air, like a whale swallowing the sea.

The dark green light grew brighter and brighter, and the aura of the Seven Star Sword grew stronger and stronger, with the scattered Sword Qi bursting out wildly, as if announcing the return of a king.

"Tsk tsk, such terrifying power, it's at least ten times stronger than before, could it be Bankai?" Roy's expression was strange.

"What an evil power! It seems the legend is true." Upon seeing this, Jin couldn't help but gasp. Even though he wasn't a swordsman, he could sense the terrifying power within the Seven Star Sword.

"As expected of the cursed holy sword, perhaps only the First Generation Kitetsu can rival it." The Kenkon couldn't help but feel longing. For a swordsman, a powerful weapon is his second life.

"Just how terrifying must the captain who controls this deadly weapon be?" Crocodile the Sand thought to himself in horror.

Although the Seven Star Sword is incredibly fierce, no one believes that Roy cannot subdue it, because Roy is even more dangerous than this Demon Sword.

Roy stepped into the void and grasped the Seven Star Sword.

An extremely violent killing intent surged into Roy's mind, as if to vent the anger he felt from being despised by Roy earlier.

"It really is a deadly weapon." Roy hadn't expected this Demon Sword to repay his kindness in the first place. "However, this level of killing intent is simply not enough."

The method to subdue this demonic soldier is simple, but few people can do it.

You are cruel, I am crueler; you are tyrannical, I am tyrannical.

This Seven Star Sword contains thousands of years of killing intent and resentment, enough to destroy a person's mind.

But for Roy, it wasn't enough. Having explored the dreams of countless people, his mental endurance far surpassed that of anyone else.

Moreover, no matter how much killing intent the weak have, they are nothing more than a scattered mess, a disorganized army, and cannot shake the will of the strong. They are like reefs in the sea, which remain unmoved no matter how the wind blows and the waves crash.

Faced with Roy's fierce will, those weak killing intents crumbled completely, like wild beasts trembling before an ancient dragon.

"Submit to me, and your will will absolutely not be able to resist me." Roy tried to persuade him, but the Seven Star Sword was filled with murderous intent and refused to communicate.

"Hmph, you're really stubborn. Don't force me to erase your consciousness. Perhaps the Seven Star Sword will be much less powerful without your consciousness, but for me, only obedient weapons have value." Roy wasn't joking. It would be a joke if a swordsman couldn't even fully control his own sword.

If the Seven Star Sword were to suddenly turn against him in a future battle, it would undoubtedly drag Roy into the abyss of defeat, and he would absolutely not leave himself with such a hidden danger.

As if to prove Roy's words, his violent killing intent gradually eroded the consciousness of the Seven Star Sword. He was using his actions to force the Seven Star Sword to make a statement. Even if the Seven Star Sword was a second too slow to submit, it might perish forever in the river of time.

It should be noted that although the Seven Star Sword has its own consciousness, it is not an intelligent being after all, and its instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm still prevails.

Under Roy's unreasonable coercion, the Seven Star Sword finally couldn't help but let out a soft hum, indicating its submission. It even seemed to be in a hurry, because if it didn't hurry, it wouldn't be able to preserve its last bit of consciousness.

Of course, Roy wasn't foolish enough to readily believe a Demon Sword's submission. Only after imprinting the Demon Sword's original consciousness with the dream's mark did Roy finally stop.

At this moment, the Seven Star Sword's consciousness had already been largely obliterated, and it could be said that it had suffered a great loss of vitality. It was extremely afraid of Roy, and it faintly revealed a puppy-like wagging tail and begging for favor.

If the Maya knew that the Seven Star Sword, which their people feared like a venomous snake, was behaving this way under Roy's brutal oppression, they would probably feel that their witch ancestor died with regrets.