Chapter 4885 - 4885 Jian Wushuang Dies
4885 Jian Wushuang Dies
Yan Immortal was Yan Immortal, and Grand Yan Immortal was Grand Yan Immortal.
The gap between the two was too vast. Even a quasi-Grand Yan Immortal who had comprehended an Immortal Style would find it almost impossible to fight a Grand Yan Immortal.
Thus, Chang Duoling could not believe it. The corners of his eyes twitched, and in the end, his gaze turned cold. “That’s a pity. I won’t let you leave here alive today.”
Jian Wushuang’s mouth slowly curved into a cold smile, “I could threaten you the first time, but the second time will not be just a threat.”
Chang Duoling sneered as well, and in the next moment, his figure suddenly dissipated into countless wisps of smoke.
Standing still, Jian Wushuang instantly condensed an Invisible Sword and held it in front of him.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the sword in his hand shattered, and he was forced back a thousand feet!
Jian Wushuang took a deep breath to suppress the divine blood that was about to gush out.
This simple attack had severely injured him.
Chang Duoling, who had advanced to Three Revolutions, was completely different from before. Whether it was his control of Yan power or his use of Immortal Styles, they had all advanced to another level.
He was already determined to kill, and his attacks were several times more fierce and ruthless.
He stretched out his hand, and a starry halberd condensed from stars fell into his hand.
This was the true battle of power!
The endless void was torn apart, and all the Yan Immortals sighed.
The Young Emperor had also slowly woken up. He had survived because he could not condense Immortal Source. His face was not pale, but it was full of a sickly blush.
With the help of the skinny purple-robed man, he watched the battle without blinking.
This was a battle of unequal cultivation levels, yet it was a fierce battle.
Chang Duoling wielded the long halberd with flowing stars, and with every attack, Jian Wushuang was forced to retreat.
“I used to think of sword cultivators as a joke. I’ve killed no less than 50 Yan Immortals, and they were all just a motley crew. But now, you’ve changed my mind.”
“If you’re still alive, you’ll definitely become a Sword Immortal. You’ll be able to establish a sect or rule hundreds of Heavenly Regions. It’ll be easy.”
“But if you’re still alive, I can’t report to my superiors. I won’t allow it either.”
Chang Duoling’s voice was cold, and his eyes were dark. “So, you must die by my hands.”
After he finished his last sentence, the starry halberd in his hand suddenly slashed down, as if it carried the power of endless stars.
The Invisible Sword shattered and Jian Wushuang’s chest was torn apart, leaving a long and narrow bloody mark.
Then, the starry halberd in Chang Duoling’s hand suddenly changed shape into a soft whip, which directly tied him up.
“Goodbye.” With a strange smile, he put his fingers together like a knife and cut off Jian Wushuang’s right arm with one palm.
The divine blood splattered in the air.
“Not good!” Chun Qiu shouted and was about to rush forward, but Di Qing stopped him.
Di Qing looked at him and said, “Even Jian Wushuang can’t deal with it. Even if all of you attack, you’ll only die.”
Of course, Chun Qiu understood that. However, if he did not save Jian Wushuang now, his body and soul would be destroyed.
At the thought of this, he seemed to have caught the last straw of hope. He looked at Di Qing and said, “Only you can save Brother Jian here.”
As a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, Di Qing was in the absolute peak of the cultivation realm. He had grown to the Nine Revolution Stage since the ancient age, and his Yan power realm had reached the peak. Naturally, he could easily defeat Chang Duoling, who had just advanced to Three Revolutions.
However, all of this had to be established before he lost his True Life.
He had already lost two of his True Lives, and the battle with Changfu had left him in a weakened state. Even so, he had still been able to save Jian Wushuang from Chang Duoling.
However, he did not plan to save Jian Wushuang at the moment. He could feel that Jian Wushuang needed to fight in such a bloody battle that was completely unequal.
“I’ll make a move when it’s necessary, but not now,” Di Qing said. “I have a feeling that this is definitely not his limit.”
“But…” In the end, Chun Qiu did not say anything. He looked at the void solemnly.
At that moment, the void seemed to be soaked in divine blood and Jian Wushuang was being tortured!
Chang Duoling crushed every inch of his Immortal body into powder without mercy.
“Let me guess where your Immortal Source is. Your heart? Head?”
Chang Duoling sneered. Wherever his palm touched, the Immortal body turned into dust.
Jian Wushuang could not move and could only let him dismantle his Immortal body.
The excruciating pain made him sweat profusely, but even so, he did not say a word. He only looked coldly at Chang Duoling.
Chang Duoling met his gaze and felt even more embarrassed and resentful. He loathed this extremely calm gaze. He was clearly about to die, but he was still so calm. It was simply against common sense.
This kind of look seemed to be filled with disdain and contempt, which made him even more murderous. He directly punched out and crushed Jian Wushuang’s stomach!
“It’s your misfortune to have met me. If there’s a reincarnation, remember to restrain yourself.”
Chang Duoling said coldly. He raised an arm high and then slammed it down.
Thousands of stars were destroyed at the same time. The power that was emitted from it crushed Jian Wushuang’s entire Immortal body.
The streaks of light disappeared and eventually dissipated into the air.
Seeing this, even Yan Immortals felt their hearts palpitate. This unfair battle had finally come to an end.
Then, Di Qing appeared in front of Chang Duoling with an extremely livid face. He was still a step too late.
“Damn b*stard, do you know the consequences?!”
Di Qing was furious, and his ten-sided wings suddenly spread out from his back, revealing his undisguised Yan power realm.
Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal!
The boundless pressure felt like 10,000 Heavenly Regions had descended upon him, and the bone-chilling coldness that came from the bottom of his heart caused Chang Duoling to shiver in fear.
He knew very well what this level of pressure represented. It was an existence that was even more terrifying than him.
At this moment, Di Qing was completely furious. He threw a palm at Chang Duoling, ignoring the damage to his True Life.
Although Chang Duoling had been prepared for this, he was still sent flying several hundred miles away by this attack.
“Trash, prepare to die.”
Di Qing slowly stepped forward. The Yan power around him seemed to be burning, and the ten-sided wings on his back were flapping rhythmically, giving off a powerful aura.
He had slept in the golden cage on the Fusang Tree in the Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture for countless years, but it seemed that he had not yet walked out of the ancient war.
It was not until the anxious-looking boy who seemed to have some kind of purpose appeared in front of him that he felt like a path had appeared in front of him.
Entering the Sand Demon Cave, breaking into the Heavenly Court of the past, going to the Great Mi Heaven, all of these gave him a different feeling.
And he was also unknowingly happy to do things that he should not have.
Perhaps it was because he had been silent for too long, and the endless years had been too long, that he had changed his mind.