4942 Imperial City



If Jian Wushuang was confident that he could kill a Grand Immortal or even a Three Revolutions Grand Immortal, he had no chance of winning against a Six Revolutions.

Six Revolutions was a dividing line for the Grand Yan Immortal. Once one stepped into Six Revolutions, it would be a complete transformation, forming a light wheel of Yan power, one's strength would increase by an unimaginable amount.

This was also why Jian Wushuang could already kill a Three Revolutions Grand Immortal, but when he faced a Six Revolutions Grand Immortal beast, he fled.

Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals were nightmarish existences.

However, he could no longer dodge and could only meet the attack head-on!

The Immortal Style, Little Mountain River, was summoned. High mountains and divine peaks rose from the ground with Jian Wushuang as the center.

At the same time, a violent celestial river shot out from his palm, turning into a sky-splitting waterfall that slashed forward.

The world was vast, and the most powerful attack erupted.

The divine mountain stood tall, the celestial river surged, and the sea of stars flowed. Together, they constructed Jian Wushuang's Immortal Style.

The most beautiful explosion completely exploded. Indescribable brilliance gathered at the center, like a million suns shining inside. It was extremely shocking.

Even a Yan Immortal would not be able to survive in the center of this explosion.

Bian Ziyuan, who was standing in the void, saw this scene. Although his expression was calm, his eyes were already replaced by shock.

He could feel the terrifying power that Jian Wushuang emitted. It was because of this that he was surprised.

"Is there really such a terrifying Yan Immortal?"

Bian Ziyuan had witnessed the battle between Jian Wushuang and the ten black-robed Grand Yan Immortals. Therefore, he did not think that he could defeat Jian Wushuang.

After releasing the sky-covering palm strike, he only stopped for a moment before his figure disappeared.

In the middle of the unparalleled explosion, Jian Wushuang's body did not suffer too much of a blow. He quickly took out an Emperor-grade pill and stuffed it into his mouth, ready to risk his life.

Even though he had no chance of winning against a Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, he was confident that even if he could not defeat him, he could still escape.

The Immortal Style, Little Mountain River, at its peak offset Bian Ziyuan's attack. Just as Jian Wushuang was about to make the first move, a great danger suddenly surged behind him.

Shocked, Jian Wushuang turned around and kicked him without thinking.

The old man with a sword in his hand did not even have time to react. He did not even have time to hide his ferocious expression before he was kicked away.

Divine blood spurted out, and the old man fell heavily to the ground. His chest had caved in.

The Immortal body of the Grand Yan Immortal was unable to withstand Jian Wushuang's kick.

Jian Wushuang was furious. "Why did you do that?!"

Spitting out another mouthful of divine blood, the old man was already extremely frightened and retreated repeatedly.

Jian Wushuang was ready to kill him.

However, at this moment, Bian Ziyuan appeared behind him like a ghost. Then, he quietly put his palm on Jian Wushuang's back.

In an instant, countless energy beams shot out and bombarded the area.

Jian Wushuang could not avoid it and his back took the hit.

This terrifying strike was even heavier than the previous one.

Caught off guard, Jian Wushuang spat out a mouthful of divine blood and his arm that was exposed outside the Mystic Garb of the Nine Heavens was shattered!

Bian Ziyuan's attack was so terrifying that Jian Wushuang instantly lost the ability to fight.

If not for the protection of the Mystic Garb of the Nine Heavens, his Immortal body would have shattered.

"Hmm? Still not dead?"

Bian Ziyuan's eyes trembled, but he did not attack again. Instead, he let Jian Wushuang fall to the ground.

Boom!

He landed heavily on the ground. Divine blood flowed out of his broken Immortal body. Drops of divine blood fell on the grayish-white ground and were swallowed directly.

At the same time, gray tentacles rose from the ground and clung to Jian Wushuang's Immortal body.

These tentacles could devour the Immortal body of a Grand Yan Immortal and were one of the main components of the Heavenly Continent.

Then, Bian Ziyuan landed in front of Jian Wushuang with boundless power.

He stomped his feet and the tentacles that were about to swallow Jian Wushuang drilled into the ground.

Then, Bian Ziyuan slowly squatted down and looked at him with a regretful expression. "It's a pity for such a good seedling. I originally took pity on you, but I had no choice but to kill you myself. What a pity."

His eyes were filled with pride and regret.

Jian Wushuang's arm, which was exposed outside the Mystic Garb of the Nine Heavens, had been shattered. He could not move at all and could only glare at Bian Ziyuan.

Bian Ziyuan, who seemed to have lost his interest in killing, slowly stood up. He looked at the old man who was already in a daze and revealed a hint of disgust in his eyes.

"You piece of trash, I've long seen that your heart isn't pure. So you hid your killing intent here."

Bian Ziyuan said in disgust. He raised his palm and was about to hit the old man.

At the same time, the loud sound of the morning bell and evening drum broke the silence of the sky and spread throughout the wilderness.

Hearing the loud voice, Bian Ziyuan withdrew his palm and looked up at the center of the heavenly road. Then, he picked up Jian Wushuang and rushed forward.

As time passed, the Undying and Imperishable Immortal Body began to repair itself quickly. Jian Wushuang's limbs, which had been shattered, had already grown back.

Bian Ziyuan, who was using his Yan power to bind him, saw this scene and his eyelids twitched.

From the strength of this guy's Immortal body and his ability to adapt, he was actually a Yan Immortal?

However, Bian Zi Yuan did not think that he was a Yan Immortal. After all, how could there be a Yan Immortal who could kill close to ten Grand Yan Immortals by himself?!

"You'd better not move. Otherwise, I guarantee that you won't live to enter the Imperial City," Bian Ziyuan warned with a solemn expression.

Jian Wushuang was still in a weak state, bound by the Yan power. He had no chance of winning against him, so he did not plan to fight.

Piercing through the sky, with Bian Ziyuan's Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal strength, he reached the center of the entire Heavenly Continent Plane in a few breaths.

It was a huge city, a grand and strict city.

However, none of the giant cities could exude such an ethereal and majestic aura.

It could only be described as Imperial City.

In the entire Heavenly Continent, there was only one building that was extremely magnificent.

After seeing this Imperial City, Bian Ziyuan's expression became solemn.

Then, he carried Jian Wushuang and entered the Imperial City in an instant.

"Great Heavenly Official!"

In front of the grand door, there were two Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals guarding, they cupped their hands and greeted Bian Ziyuan when they saw him.

Bian Ziyuan nodded slightly, then directly carried Jian Wushuang, stepped through the Imperial Gate, and entered the strict Imperial City.

A supreme might came toward them.