5092 Sword Spirit
Yan Immortal... Is this guy really just a Yan Immortal?
"Jian Wushuang, what kind of being are you?" Prince Jiu's eyes were filled with bitterness.
From the beginning, it seemed like he had never regarded Jian Wushuang as anything special.
It was only during the Heavenly Court feast, during the first Immortal Peach seizing competition, that Jian Wushuang had almost effortlessly claimed the final Immortal Peach, thereby entering the gaze of all the imperial princes.
And from that day until now, barely 20,000 years had passed, and he had grown into an existence even Prince Jiu could not ignore.
"Jian Wushuang, oh Jian Wushuang, if you were one of us princes, how wonderful it would be," Prince Jiu muttered absentmindedly. "I could offer you everything that Prince Yan can't, including the bloodline of an Emperor."
Just then, a timid voice sounded behind him, "My Lord, would you like to leave with us?"
Young Master Jiu snapped back to reality, glanced at the young and inexperienced disciple who had spoken, gently shook his head, and then continued to observe everything happening in the void.
The young disciple did not dare to linger and hastily ran to join the Divine Craftsman Xu Tuo.
"We don't need to leave either; it seems the danger has been resolved," Xu Tuo said slowly, watching the now calm void and letting out a sigh of relief.
...
"D-did we really resolve it?"
Amidst the eternal void of silence, Nan Xuan's chest heaved violently as he gasped for air, seemingly unable to believe that they had dealt with the black-robed figure.
Jian Wushuang's condition wasn't much better. The sudden loss of strength had nearly caused him to fall.
The figure had fallen without any apparent resistance, leaving Jian Wushuang feeling incredulous.
He could not believe that the black-robed figure had simply perished like this.
"Could it be that he will resurrect like before?"
He seemed to have a realization and instinctively looked towards the spot where the figure had fallen. It was then that he noticed the faint, dark purple mist-like substance starting to gather once more.
Jian Wushuang was greatly alarmed and immediately unleashed a powerful aura in an attempt to completely destroy the mist. To his surprise, it had no effect whatsoever.
"What's going on?" Nan Xuan also noticed something amiss and took several steps back, hastily releasing his formidable Yan power to attack.
But the ethereal, dark purple mist seemed to possess the ability to devour and erode their powers, completely unaffected by their attacks.
With the formation of a vortex, the embryonic form of a body once again appeared!
That body was none other than the black-robed figure that had been struck down!
"How is this possible? How can this guy be indestructible?" South Xuan exclaimed in disbelief, then went madly attacking the body.
This time, the reformed black-robed figure did not seem as sluggish as before. Facing Jian Wushuang and Nan Xuan, he slowly raised his palm.
The large palm suddenly spread open with five fingers, and an unimaginable dark purple beam of light burst forth.
Everything happened so quickly that Nan Xuan could not dodge it at all. He could only watch helplessly as his immortal body was pierced through.
But in the next moment, Jian Wushuang suddenly stood in front of Nan Xuan.
Buzz!!!
A tremendous burst of energy, capable of destroying any celestial realm, erupted directly in front of Jian Wushuang's chest.
The Nine Heaven Robes radiated a brilliant light, but the dark purple beam of light happened to hit the only crack in the Mystic Garb of the Nine Heavens.
Jian Wushuang felt his chest shatter in an instant, and that strange energy directly shattered his Immortal body, causing divine blood to gush out.
A dark purple beam of light, tens of millions of zhang long, pierced through his chest and appeared in the eternal void of nothingness.
"Ah!"
All the disciples were shocked and shouted in disbelief. Xu Tuo's figure trembled, unable to believe what he was seeing.
The black-robed figure that was supposed to have perished reappeared, and unleashed a destructive aura, almost instantly putting Jian Wushuang in a life-and-death situation.
Prince Jiu was also completely shocked, his face filled with disbelief.
The situation that had almost been decided had suddenly reversed.
The black-robed figure, like an undying nightmare, appeared once again!
Divine blood splattered into the void, and Jian Wushuang's Immortal body completely shattered, falling into Nan Xuan's arms.
"Hurry..." he exerted his last bit of strength to speak to Nan Xuan.
Nan Xuan nodded vigorously, then carried Jian Wushuang and fled without hesitation.
This time, the black-robed figure was no longer sluggish as before; he sensed their escape and immediately pursued them.
Boom!
The dark purple beam of light exploded in the void of nothingness. Nan Xuan narrowly avoided it but had no strength to fight back.
He held Jian Wushuang tightly, unable to escape the pursuit of the black-robed figure.
Facing Nan Xuan's frantic escape, the black-robed figure raised his palm again, and countless dark purple rays of light converged, forming a vast net that covered the entire void of nothingness.
Almost the entire void of nothingness was covered, and Nan Xuan had no way to escape!
Prince Jiu furrowed his brow tightly; he had been pursued in a similar situation before, and if it weren't for Jian Wushuang's help, he would have perished long ago.
Now, without outside assistance, there was no way for Nan Xuan and Jian Wushuang to escape!
He was hesitating, as if he was having some sort of internal struggle.
In the end, he did not lend a helping hand but turned his head to the other side.
Faced with the approaching all-encompassing net, Nan Xuan, though unwilling, had no way to turn the tide.
But in the next moment, a sudden change occurred!
Centered around the Sancun Mountain, a vast and pitch-black barrier suddenly appeared, blocking Nan Xuan's figure within it.
The incoming net of destruction followed closely behind but shattered violently upon impact with the barrier.
Nan Xuan was greatly surprised, but he did not have time to think as he directly carried Jian Wushuang to the summit of the Sancun Mountain.
The disciples hurriedly lifted Jian Wushuang and placed him on the broad back of a white crane.
"Young Friend will be fine. Hurry, leave this place. I will hold them off," Nan Xuan said, trembling, and then stuffed the last Emperor-grade pill into Jian Wushuang's mouth.
Seeing this scene, Prince Jiu's expression changed repeatedly. He understood that if they did not leave now, they wouldn't be able to escape later.
Outside the pitch-black barrier, the black-robed figure was attacking frantically.
Under his relentless assault, the barrier was already covered in cracks.
Seeing this, Prince Jiu prepared to leave at once.
Almost at the same time, a voice filled with supreme anger resounded.
"Truly detestable, causing me to be unsettled even in death! I can't even rest properly!"
The Divine Craftsman Xu Tuo was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened to the extreme, as if he had witnessed something utterly impossible.
The entire Immortal mountain began to tremble violently, as if the supreme law of heaven and earth was being born.
Then, a pure sword resonance moved the heavens and the earth, gripping the hearts of all who heard it.
Centered around the pitch-black barrier, an unimaginably enormous phantom descended.
He wore a black robe, his True Eyes brimming with anger, as if he were a sword that could cut through eternity.
He stood above the Nine Revolutions Grand Immortal, at the peak of the Grand Yan Immortal cultivation realm.
At the same time, he was also a Sword Spirit.
