Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 4800 - 4800 Reunion of Old Friends and Old Acquaintances

4800 Reunion of Old Friends and Old Acquaintances

That blazing killing intent thus had a moment of stagnation.

It was also this moment of stagnation that allowed Jian Wushuang to catch his breath.

He used up all his energy to escape.

However, he was still half a second too late.

The unparalleled and unimaginably terrifying aura had easily destroyed one of Jian Wushuang’s arms!

His entire right arm, which was holding the Invisible Sword, was completely shattered!

At the cost of losing an arm, Jian Wushuang broke into a cold sweat.

The irresistible and untouchable aura was too terrifying. Just the last of the Emperor’s obsession was already so terrifying. What would it be like if the Emperor came?

“Wow, you actually managed to escape,” Di Qing said as he looked at him coldly. “If it was in the past, I might have accepted you as my Emissary, but now, anyone who dares to touch the Heavenly Court will be destroyed!”

A voice as loud as a great bell resounded, and his golden eyes scanned everyone present.

Chun Qiu and Cui Jing, who were of a lower realm, could not withstand the pressure and fell to their knees.

Chen Qing was obviously in a bad mood, but he still struggled to break free from the restraint. He stretched out his arms and tried to drag Jian Wushuang out of the range.

However, he could not resist an Emperor’s might. The Yan power force he released was directly crushed by the Emperor’s obsession in Di Qing’s body!

Jian Wushuang, who had lost his right arm, was exhausted. There was no way for him to escape. He had already decided to disperse all of his Yan power and try his best to preserve his last breath.

The entire Heavenly Court was shaking. Although it was the last trace of the Emperor’s obsession, it could still easily kill them and destroy them.

No one could escape the punishment of the Emperor.

Jian Wushuang felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss. It was extremely cold and every cell in his body was broken.

His golden eyes brightened, as if he had already announced their death.

“Could it be that I’m really going to die like this?” He could not believe it, and Di Qing’s cold face was reflected in his deep eyes.

Everything was being destroyed, undergoing its final collapse.

Just as the Emperor was about to punish him, a sudden and untimely question arose around Jian Wushuang.

“Eh? How can there be such a familiar aura here? Have you two old things noticed?”

It was the voice of the tall and thin old man, Yang Jun, that came from the Boyang Bottle.

Jian Wushuang’s body trembled as if he was grasping at the last life-saving straw. He desperately opened the lid of the Boyang Bottle.

Yang Jun’s figure walked out of the Boyang Bottle, and his eyes locked on Di Qing’s figure. He was a little shocked.

Di Qing, who had been delivering punishment, also stopped his movements. His golden eyes were also filled with disbelief.

“Yang Jun?”

“Liu Ya?!”

Two bewildered voices sounded at the same time.

The tall and thin old man, Yang Jun, was in disbelief. He floated forward and circled Di Qing, mumbling, “Didn’t you die? How did you end up like this?”

Di Qing took a deep breath and looked at Yang Jun. Then, he said with some uncertainty, “Are you really Yang Jun?”

“In the entire universe, who can find a second Emperor that is more charismatic than me?” Yang Jun stood up and stroked his beard.

“It’s you…” The corner of Di Qing’s eyes twitched, and then he said with emotion, “I really didn’t expect to see an old friend before I leave.”

“Speaking of which, I remember that you’ve already… How come you’ve completely recovered now?” Yang Jun was a little confused as he sized him up.

Di Qing gave a wry smile, and then a dark blue cloud gushed out of his head.

At the same time, Di Qing’s body became weak, and he fell into the hall and fainted.

The cloud slowly took shape in the air and finally condensed into the True Body of an Emperor wearing black feather Emperor’s robes.

“My True Image has long since been shattered in that battle, and even my true body has been reduced to dust. The me you see now is just an obsession, an obsession that is about to dissipate.”

The Emperor, who was called Liu Ya by Yang Jun, had a look of desolation in his eyes.

After hearing these words, Yang Jun could not help but shout in anger, “That damned Zhen Wuyang! When I recover, I will definitely maintain a blood feud!”

At the same time, two more streams of light gushed out from the Boyang Bottle and arrived in front of Emperor Liu Ya.

“Liu Ya, long time no see.”

Su He, who had a pair of strange eyes, and Daogong, who had a dignified expression, appeared together with a smile.

Emperor Liu Ya’s gaze froze for a moment before he finally smiled. “I knew that the three of you old fellows must still be alive.”

“We’re not longer like back then. This is the last time I’ll see you.”

The atmosphere was a little heavy. The three Emperors naturally noticed that Emperor Liu Ya’s True Shadow had disappeared a long time ago. The current him was only his last lingering obsession.

“You’re too stubborn. You don’t understand that where there’s life, there’s hope,” Yang Jun sighed. He was an old friend of the legendary Emperor back then, but now he was in such a state. Naturally, he felt extremely lonely.

However, Emperor Liu Ya revealed a comfortable smile. “I risked my True Shadow to shatter and ruthlessly set Zhen Wuyang up back then, leaving him with a wound that can not be healed. If I were to choose again, I would still do the same.”

“This is my final destination. You don’t have to worry about it. Since you have left your True Shadows, you will recover one day. It won’t be too late to take revenge on Zhen Wuyang then.”

Seeing how open-minded Emperor Liu Ya was, the three Emperors could not help but ask, “Liu Ya, have you let go?”

“Let go?” Emperor Liu Ya took a deep breath and cursed loudly, “Let him go? I’ll f*cking fart. I’ve always wanted to eat his bones and blood alive to be buried with my people.”

The three Emperors looked at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. This was the style of this seemingly calm and composed great Emperor.

As if he had cast away the restraints in his heart, Liu Ya said, “I’m going to die soon. I’ll leave the task of killing Zhen Wuyang to you three old men. Remember, if that day comes, don’t forget to stab him with your sword for me.”

“It’s a pity that the four of us won’t be able to drink to our heart’s content in the end.” Emperor Liu Ya had a look of pity on his face.

When Yang Jun heard this, he seemed to have sensed something. His nose twitched slightly before he turned around to look at Cheng Qing.

Chen Qing, who was dragging Jian Wushuang back, felt an inexplicable sense of danger and the hair on his back stood up.

“I smell it. There’s the smell of alcohol on this kid.” Yang Jun shrunk and extended his hand, directly taking the wine gourd from Cheng Qing’s waist.