4739 Great Battle



It was impossible for Prince Yu to escape now. If this attack hit him, he would not even be eliminated, and his Immortal Source would be completely destroyed!

"Imperial Father, save me!"

With the last of his strength, Prince Yu's panicked voice resounded through the entire Heavenly Realm.

Zhen Wuyang, who was sitting in the heaven court, could not stay calm anymore. No one knew the Young Emperor better than him. He was a lawless guy who had no fear.

If he had the intention to kill, there was almost no room for maneuver.

Just as Zhen Wuyang was about to descend with his True Shadow, the Heavenly Realm shook.

Each of the huge rays of light, which contained a terrifying killing intent, seemed to be blocked by a transparent barrier when they stabbed at Prince Yu. They could not move an inch further.

At the same time, a faint red Yan power surged up and crushed every single one of the huge rays!

The Young Emperor's expression froze, and the soft sword in his hand began to tremble.

It was Prince Jiu who came along with the faint red glow.

He instantly stood in front of Prince Yu and looked at the Young Emperor with a complicated expression.

"Y-you..." After surviving the disaster, Prince Yu could not even speak properly.

Looking straight ahead, Prince Jiu fixed his gaze on the Young Emperor. "Prince Yan, I don't know how you comprehended the Immortal Style, but if you want to get the Immortal Peach with just one Immortal Style, I'd advise you not to waste your energy."

As he spoke, more than 30 Yan Immortals rushed over from all directions and surrounded the Young Emperor and Jian Wushuang.

"Prince Yan, hand over the Immortal Peach. If you back out now, I'll spare your life," Prince Jiu said indifferently.

"You want the Immortal Peach? Do you have the ability?" The Young Emperor smiled disdainfully.

For some reason, every time he faced the Young Emperor, the anger in Prince Jiu's heart would surge uncontrollably. Even a single word from him would make him furious.

"Kill them where they stand!" Prince Jiu shouted angrily in a deep voice.

The 30 over Yan Immortals immediately moved. The most powerful Yan Immortals joined forces and pressed down on the two of them.

Jian Wushuang moved and released his Yan power without any reservation.

At the same time, he used the Ancestral Skill, the Transcendence Heavenly Gate!

With the support of the Yan power of the Yan Immortal realm, this Ancestral Skill had completely transformed.

As the giant finger pressed down, the net formed by the 30 Yan Immortals could not press down and was stuck.

The Young Emperor raised his soft sword, and his Sword Intent soared into the sky.

The two combined their powers and actually broke through the attacks of the group of Yan Immortals.

Prince Jiu, who was far away from the battle, revealed a trace of surprise in his eyes. He looked at Jian Wushuang with a vigilant gaze.

The move that Jian Wushuang had released earlier had actually made Prince Jiu feel a little intimidated.

"How confident are you in winning if you fight him?" He stretched out his finger and pointed at Jian Wushuang, who was fighting.

The eyes of the white-robed man beside him focused, and then dimmed. "Less than 30 percent."

"Is that so?" The corners of Prince Jiu's lips curled up slowly. "No wonder Prince Yan didn't even bring Chen Qing along. It turns out that there's an even more unfathomable fellow by his side."

"Young Master, let me go. I'll definitely bring back the Immortal Peach," the White robed Yan Immortal requested.

Prince Jiu shook his head and turned to look at Prince Yu.

Feeling nervous, Prince Yu took half a step back. His eyes were alert and nervous. In his current condition, if Prince Jiu wanted to eliminate him, it would only take a wave of his hand.

"Help me do something. Consider it as you repaying me for saving your life," said Prince Jiu. He suddenly stuck his palm to his abdomen.

All of a sudden, a stream of pale red Yan power gushed into Prince Yu's limbs and bones, filling up his extremely dry meridians again.

Prince Yu's condition recovered rapidly.

"Remember how Prince Yan treated you just now? Return the favor. I'll be waiting for your good news." Prince Jiu patted his shoulder and retreated slowly with his companions.

How could Prince Yu not know what he was up to? But without Prince Jiu, he would have died long ago. How could he have escaped unscathed?

Even without Prince Jiu's reminder, he would have taken his revenge and returned the terror of life and death.

Prince Yu, who had returned to his peak state, felt the uncontrollable power in his body. He took a step forward. The vast and terrifying power swept forward like a huge wave.

After sending a Yan Immortal flying with a single strike, Jian Wushuang fixed his eyes on the huge wave of Yan power that was coming at him.

The next moment, the Young Emperor appeared in front of him and blocked the wave with his back.

Boom boom boom!

The indiscriminate attacks eliminated any Yan Immortals who were not careful.

Jian Wushuang came to his senses and waved his hand to create a barrier to protect the two of them.

The Young Emperor's face turned redder and redder after taking on most of the Yan power waves, and his black robe was torn.

Without him, Jian Wushuang would have been the one who was severely injured.

"Hold on for a while, I'll take you away." Looking at the Young Emperor who was about to faint, Jian Wushuang's heart sank. He immediately supported the Young Emperor's body and prepared to escape.

He had already prepared for the worst and reached into his clothes to touch the Immortal Peach.

"Don't, you can't give it to me." The Young Emperor looked up at Jian Wushuang and shook his head slowly but firmly.

"Let's see if we can get out of here," Jian Wushuang said in a deep voice as he pointed the broken Tarot Divine Sword forward.

Prince Yu walked in the air with a hideous smile. His palms gestured, as if he was pushing away clouds, and a powerful force was released.

Supporting the Young Emperor with his left arm and raising the Tarot Divine Sword with his right hand, Jian Wushuang took a deep breath and used the Extinctive Sword Strike.

In such a situation, he was at the end of his rope and was struggling to survive. The most ordinary sword attack had released the most terrifying power.

This was an Extinctive Sword Strike that was a gamble. It could only release its peak power in desperate situations, and there was no upper limit.

One sword could block a million swords, breaking the surface with a single point.

Prince Yu's all-out attack only lasted for a moment before it was shattered. Like a boiling lake, it dissipated.

"Ahem, if... if I had known that you could block such an attack, I wouldn't have done it," the Young Emperor said reluctantly with Jian Wushuang's help.

His body was weak to begin with, and even if he had comprehended the Immortal style, it could not change his physique at all.

Jian Wushuang pouted his lips slightly, "I can block it now, but I might not be able to block it earlier."

The Young Emperor smirked and looked ahead. "There's such a huge difference in strength. I'm afraid we're really going to lose this time."

"What if there's a change in the situation?" Jian Wushuang said slowly.

As if to confirm his words, in the next moment, nearly 20 magnificent rainbow shadows rose from the giant river under him, their vigorous momentum shaking the sky and earth.

At the front of these rainbow shadows, a giant monster ape roared. Its thousands of feet long body left a shocking impression on all the Yan Immortals.