When they clashed again, the pressure Zhou You felt increased tenfold.
He had not expected Dao Jingyong's blade technique to be this formidable. It pressed him back all the way, its blade light as aggressive as fire.
To be fair, the greatest blade technique Zhou You had ever seen in his life undoubtedly belonged to the late Yin Dao.
However, because the gap between them had been too vast, Zhou You had been unable to directly grasp Yin Dao's true might. He could only rely on the lingering power within this long saber to comprehend the mere tip of the iceberg that was Half-Sage Yin Dao's strength.
But Fierce Evil Blade Jingyong before him was different. The gap between him and Zhou You was not so immense that it could not be understood.
Simply put, he was indeed powerful, but his power still lay within the bounds of what Zhou You could accept.
"Zhou Daqian, to force me to borrow a blade to kill you is already the greatest honor of your life!"
Dao Jingyong brushed the Executioner's Blade, and its light seemed to burn and explode, surging through Zhou You's body in an instant.
That omnipresent sharp power cut through the grandmaster's body like steel wires, steadily grinding down the resistance of his Fist Intent and Fist Thought.
He clicked his tongue in amazement as well. "You are quite the prodigy. At the Human Sect realm, you already possess such profound Fist Intent and Fist Thought. If I did not have the Executioner's Blade in hand, dealing with you would take some effort."
As he spoke, the Executioner's Blade exuded a chilling, sinister coldness, shaving away at Zhou You's Fist Intent and Fist Thought layer by layer.
The blade edge skimmed across Zhou You's body, kicking up strings of