Chapter 5600 The Mighty Broly

Fortunately, he was even more familiar with what was going on, and he retreated quickly.

Otherwise, even if his physical body was powerful, he would still perish.

Broly was even more powerful than he had imagined, or rather, his defensive capabilities exceeded his imagination.

Not only could he withstand the self-destruction of the One Thought Universe, but he could also simulate the One Thought Universe collapsing to the singularity.

The eruption at the extreme point, while not as powerful as his own One Thought Universe's self-destruction, was still about 70 to 80 percent similar.

Swish!

Jian Wushuang retracted the Candle Dragon Wings, and his chest, shattered from the explosion, began to heal. A stream of blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth and slowly dripped from the sky.

Buzz!

He gathered his strength again, wanting to reach the supreme-peak state. Otherwise, he wouldn't stand a chance against Broly.

However, before he could gather enough energy this time, a punch from the opponent came straight to his face.

The speed was even faster!

Jian Wushuang couldn't dodge in time and could only raise his hand to resist.

Boom!

His entire body was forced back, directly falling onto the scorched land below.

When he rose again, Broly was already in front of him, and the terrifying pressure made it difficult for him to breathe.

Being continuously passively beaten, although he recovered quickly, he couldn't maintain that peak state. Under normal circumstances, he was simply not a match for Broly.

The suppressing force was stronger than any opponent he had encountered.

The slightest distraction would lead to his downfall.

Whoosh!

The void was torn apart by countless white arcs, and Jian Wushuang took advantage of the opportunity to flash into the rifts, reappearing within the void.

A massive surge of life force poured over his entire body!

"You also possess an undying body?" Broly retracted his fist, turning to look at Jian Wushuang in the void, somewhat surprised.

An undying body?

Jian Wushuang raised his chin, speaking, "What do you consider an undying body to be?"

In the midst of the battle, he finally understood why Broly's oppressive force was so overwhelming.

His defensive power was simply at a monstrous level, practically indestructible.

And the strength was terrifyingly formidable.

It seemed like he had comprehended a peak secret technique.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to become this powerful.

In each battle, he transformed continuously, constantly surpassing himself.

From the Broly at the beginning of the fight with the Eight-Armed Beast Emperor, to now, his strength had multiplied several times over.

Dealing with such a formidable opponent who underwent constant transformations required being at least one realm higher, or victory would be impossible because the opponent would grow stronger with each battle.

Whew!

Broly's figure flashed, standing in the void as well. The waxen eyes stared at Jian Wushuang, his voice hoarse, "If you've never lost a fight, then naturally, that's an undying body!"

This statement was quite domineering.

Never lost a fight?

Jian Wushuang's eye sockets contracted. Upon self-reflection, despite winning numerous times on his journey from weakness, he had not reached a point where he never lost.

Perhaps it was because every opponent he encountered was too powerful, surpassing him by several levels each time.

When he encountered Bai Junwang back then, a Dao Lord facing a supreme-peak powerhouse, what could he do?

Broly actually uttered such words; it seemed he hadn't suffered a setback.

Clang!

He drew the Jueyun Sword again, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "This sword move that I have, I've never lost with it. Today, I will settle the score with you, determining victory and defeat, life and death!"

Starry Sky Chronicles!

The First Sword!

Indeed, he had never lost. After all, it hadn't been long since its creation. When facing Mie Sheng, he didn't lose, but unfortunately, the opponent's true self appeared, and he had no way out.

Broly looked at him, slightly surprised, and said with a hint of mockery, "I only want to win, never thought about killing you. It's evident; you're just a Dao Lord!"

"Hehe!" Jian Wushuang laughed strangely, looking up at the sky.

He had never thought that someone would disdain killing him, only wanting to win.

Did they look down on him as a Dao Lord?

This feeling of disdain, he had only felt it when facing others. The mercy of not killing, no one had ever shown him.

If the opponent said they wanted to dismember him into pieces, that would be the greatest respect.

Jian Wushuang slowly lowered his head, then glanced at the arrogant Broly. His voice trembled as he said, "Broly, do you know who killed your father?"

Bukun!

When Broly heard his father's name, he clearly paused, and his body trembled slightly.

His father was more like a shackle that bound him. His violent nature would somewhat subside when facing his father.

He had adapted to the feeling of dealing with his father. Although he came to the Earth Realm with the goal of seeking revenge for his father's murder, he valued the repeated battles even more.

Now, hearing about his father again, his body trembled, and his aura declined.

Broly raised his hand, pointing at Jian Wushuang. The arcs on his body disappeared, devolving into white flames.

"Yes, I killed your father. Bukun died at my hands!" Jian Wushuang revealed a satisfied smile, disdainful of using such means to weaken the opponent's strength. His aim was simply to stoke Broly's anger.

He wanted him to understand that today, one of them had to fall.

In the midst of the ongoing battle, Jian Wushuang himself had succumbed to the frenzy of combat.

"Ahhhh!!!" Broly suddenly clutched his head, hunching over and roaring as if a ferocious beast were ravaging within him.

Jian Wushuang, however, was excited by this; it seemed that Broly was truly about to go mad this time.

"Bukun was too weak. When I killed him back then, he couldn't even withstand a single move from me!" Jian Wushuang shook his head, his tone indifferent.

It was like killing a useless person—nothing worth mentioning.

It was by no means a proud achievement.

Just a mediocre tier 5 Emperor, easily vanquished with a breath.

Of course, all of this was fabricated by him. Bukun did indeed die because of him, but not by his hands.

He didn't consider the opponent significant at all. It was just that the situation had changed at the time.

He didn't want others to control his retreat, and, initially, after killing the prince of the Moluo Kingdom, he had to kill to silence witnesses.

Killing Bukun was just an incidental matter.

Unexpectedly, today it had attracted an incredibly powerful adversary.

Jian Wushuang had no regrets at all.

No matter how powerful, they were just pawns.

In the midst of Broly's ecstatic madness, he gradually recovered. Although his hands hung limp, and his head couldn't be raised, his aura was restored, and the white arcs surrounding his body became even more vigorous.

A shadow of a ferocious beast flew out from his body, completely disappearing this time.

Broly in his complete form.

The peak powerhouse of the Transformation Dao.

At this moment, Broly's strength could rival Wu Zuo.

Stronger than the Divine Envoys of the Qishen Temple back then.

"Jian Wushuang!"

Broly slowly lifted his head, whether driven mad or for some other reason, he actually smiled, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Jian Wushuang!!!"

Buzz!

He clenched his fists, tilting his body backward, and his aura erupted once again.

The force of that violent explosion was so intense that Jian Wushuang couldn't keep his eyes open, and he had to block with both hands in front of him.

"Finally, are you going to take it seriously?" Jian Wushuang endured the storm, putting down his hands to face Broly directly.