4601 An Old Friend (2)



A bare-chested Elder, who was dozens of feet tall, appeared in front of Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed. He was very familiar with this white-haired man with two lightning balls in his left hand.

It was the Elder he had seen at the God Refining Sect and the Offworld Battlefield. He was Void God's Right Emissary, and his void power had reached its peak. He was on par with White Ape, the Overlord Patriarch.

If it was the previous Jian Wushuang, he would definitely run as far away as possible. However, now, he was not afraid at all.

Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Jian Wushuang pulled off his hood, revealing a face that even Void God's Right Emissary was familiar with.

As expected, his eyes narrowed and he questioned, "It's you, Jian Wushuang?! Didn't you escape? You actually dare to come here alone?"

"I'm here to collect a debt," Jian Wushuang said coldly. "A blood debt!"

"A blood debt?" Void God's Right Emissary was stunned for a moment before he laughed. "You, a cowardly rat? Originally, I wanted to take your head and give it to Lord Void God as a chamber pot, but I didn't expect you to come and die instead. This will save me the trouble of looking for you."

Ignoring the Right Emissary's insults, he reached out and slowly pulled out the Tarot Divine Sword.

The Emissary's eyes lit up. "Good, very good. I'll use your Divine Sword to cut off your head. We won't waste any time."

"Ten breaths," Jian Wushuang said coldly.

The Emissary's eyes narrowed and his monstrous void power instantly blocked all possible escape routes. At the same time, he punched out his right fist. A fist aura that could destroy stars smashed toward Jian Wushuang's face.

In the First Form of Sundering Stars, an even more powerful sword ray collided with the fist energy, easily negating his attack.

The Right Emissary's eyes narrowed. This person, who was almost like an ant in his eyes, had actually neutralized his attack so easily?

Feeling irritated, he threw the two huge lightning balls in his left hand at Jian Wushuang.

The balls of lightning expanded in the wind, and a huge amount of lightning surrounded them. If one was hit by any one of them, even an Invincible Supreme realm warrior would die on the spot.

Jian Wushuang did not dodge. He stood on the spot and only the Tarot Divine Sword in his hand moved forward.

The two balls of lightning flew over, but in the instant they collided with the tip of the Tarot Divine Sword, they stopped.

Then, Jian Wushuang raised his arm and stabbed. The two lightning balls returned to where they came from. They even became more powerful.

The Right Emissary's eyes narrowed and he subconsciously reached out to catch them. Immediately, a bloody mist exploded from his palm.

With a muffled groan, he opened his palm, and he could see white bones. The two lightning balls had broken the skin on his palm.

Ever since the first battle of the Great Catastrophe War, he had long forgotten what it felt like to be injured. Now, not only was his palm broken, but even the two lightning balls that he regarded as his life force were also destroyed. The humiliation and shame caused Void God's Right Emissary to go berserk.

"Jian Wushuang! You're going to die without a burial ground!"

With the Right Emissary as the center, the violent void power instantly swept across the entire Star Field. Countless stars shattered and even a country below was instantly destroyed by his remaining power.

"What pointless fury."

Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows and laughed. The Tarot Divine Sword returned to its sheath and he charged at the violent void power.

The three-meter-tall Right Emissary met his punch and spat out a breath of empty flames. The destructive aura easily tore the space apart.

With his black robe billowing, Jian Wushuang stretched his palm forward without any fancy moves. It broke through the thick black flame and hit the black fist.

The water tank-sized fist smashed into the Right Emmisary's palm without any suspense.

Jian Wushuang thought that this punch would cripple his foe, but such a scene did not appear. Instead, a proud smile was still hanging on Right Emmissary's face.

The ghostly figure quietly appeared in front of him, and at the same time, a scarlet-gold divine pattern flashed.

Swish...

With a soft sound, a head separated from its body.

Jian Wushuang held the Right Emissary's white hair with one hand, lifting the head.

Boom...

The headless body trembled slightly and then fell heavily to the bottom of the cabin.

"My body, where's my body?" Void God's Right Emissary shouted in fear. He wanted to escape but found that he only had a head left.

Putting the head in front of him, Jian Wushuang said, "Now, do you still want to use my head as a chamber pot?"

"No, I don't want to." The extreme fear of death pacified Void God's Right Emissary. "Jian Wushuang, Master Wushuang, let me go. I promise I won't pursue what happened today. I will definitely plead for you in front of Lord Void God. Then, the Divine Power Universe will leave you alone."

With a flash of disgust in his eyes, Jian Wushuang threw the head in his hand into the Star Field.

Before he could rejoice, a beam of divine light shot over and immediately destroyed the head.

Void God's Right Emissary had died!

Jian Wushuang strolled to the bottom of the cabin and saw an extremely familiar figure in a huge cage.

Her white clothes were extremely dirty at this moment, and her hair bun that was initially tied up in a playful manner was also scattered, covering half of her face.

Jian Wushuang endured the pain in his heart and cut off the cage with one strike.

"Little girl," Jian Wushuang called out softly as he squatted.

After calling out a few times, the frightened and numb little figure raised her head timidly and looked at Jian Wushuang with a pair of deer-like eyes.

In an instant, tears poured out of the little Daoist girl's eyes, and a sad cry came from her little mouth. "It's you, Terrible Chess Player..."

The child cried in Jian Wushuang's arms.

Sorrow welled up in Jian Wushuang's heart. This innocent little Daoist child, who seemed to have gathered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as one, was in a miserable state. It made him think of the Fengtian Patriarch, who had used his body to break through the natural barrier and save the Divine Power Universe.

With red eyes, Jian Wushuang muttered, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"Terrible Chess Player, where's my Master? Quickly tell me where my Master is. I want Master to avenge me and beat these bad guys who bullied me..."

The child in his arms let out all the fear and pain in her heart.

She had been serving the Fengtian Patriarch since she was a child and was not tainted by anything in the world. Jian Wushuang was the only other person she had spoken to besides the Fengtian Patriarch, so she naturally regarded him as her closest person.

"Terrible Chess Player..." Chu Zhi stood up and looked at Jian Wushuang with her red eyes. She sobbed and said, "Tell me, where did Master go? I miss him so much. Does he not want me anymore?"

"If he finds me annoying, then I won't talk back to him. I'm scared, and I don't want to leave him again."

Jian Wushuang's heart was in so much pain, but he could not tell her the truth.

He could only say dejectedly, "Chu Zhi, don't worry. With me around, no one will bully you from now on."