Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 5087 Chaos

In the midst of Jian Wushuang's contemplation on how to persuade them to leave, the figure in the black robe moved once again.

He appeared like an emotionless vessel, determined to erase all opposition!

A massive palm extended from beneath the black robe, and with just a distant grasp, it possessed the Power of Restriction, strong enough to shatter billions of stars. It descending upon them directly.

The boundless Power of Restriction shattered all heavenly laws, cultivations, and suppressed figures like Jian Wushuang.

At this moment, they attacked at the same time.

A crimson golden radiance burst forth from behind Nan Xuan, resembling a blazing sun, fiercely opposing the threat.

A dark-red Yan power light wheel quietly circulated around the Divine Craftsman Xu Tuo. This light wheel represented the symbol of the supreme Dao unique to the Six Revolutions Yan Immortal.

The towering figure of the Selfless True Shadow, stretching over countless miles, manifested around Jian Wushuang. It glared at the black-robed figure with its True Eyes, radiating boundless Yan power.

Three distinctly different yet overwhelmingly formidable forces of the Great Dao, capable of annihilating any Heavenly Region Plane, soared into the heavens!

There were no detonating sound waves that obliterated billions of stars, no words to describe the devastation that unfolded.

Only silence, emptiness!

With the point of impact as the epicenter, the entire Sancun Mountain Heavenly Region's sky, along with endless voids, turned into a realm of silent emptiness!

Blankness, blankness, nothing but blankness!

The weakest among them, Nan Xuan, coughed up divine blood directly, and his two arms shattered inch by inch!

The Power of Restriction unleashed by the black-robed figure was simply too terrifying, turning almost everything in its path into eternal silence and emptiness.

Divine Craftsman Xu Tuo was also on the verge of collapse, and the Yan power light wheel circulating around him showed signs of extinguishing.

Thanks to the support of the Selfless True Shadow, Jian Wushuang's condition remained relatively stable.

He quickly knocked three Emperor-grade pills out of his Boyang Bottle and forcefully stuffed them into the mouths of Xu Tuo and Nan Xuan.

Xu Tuo had initially hesitated, but upon instantly recovering to his peak state, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Nan Xuan's injuries were also completely healed in a matter of moments.

Jian Wushuang and the rest, who had been pushed to their limits by the Power of Restriction, began to resist once more.

"Master!"

At this moment, abrupt calls rang out, and then, on the last remaining ground of the Sancun Mountain, figures ascended into the air, approaching the void.

Xu Tuo's figure trembled, and then he saw dozens of disciples rushing towards him, yelling in despair, "Get away, all of you! Don't come any closer!!"

But it was already too late. The black-robed figure slightly tilted his head and then raised his palm, unleashing a violent, dark-purple radiance!

Once struck, all the disciples would undoubtedly meet their end!

Xu Tuo had already despaired; even if he were to take action, it was simply too late.

But in the next moment, Jian Wushuang quietly disappeared.

By the time he reappeared, it was in front of nearly 50 disciples.

"You all must retreat quickly; this is not a place for you."

After uttering this last sentence, the ferocious dark purple aura erupted completely!

Jian Wushuang opened his arms and forcibly withstood all the eruptions on his back.

This special power that even Divine Craftsman Xu Tuo, who was a Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, could not resist, was released on his back.

In an instant, divine blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, and his Immortal body began to tear apart on a large scale.

"Hurry up and leave!"

At this moment, the few Guardian Immortals from before appeared. They hurriedly used their Yan power to pull all the disciples down to the continent.

But Jian Wushuang could no longer hold on, and at his back, the Nine Heavens Robe quietly shattered.

Endless dark purple aura pierced through his back, erupting completely within his Immortal body.

"Young Friend!"

Seeing this scene completely, Xu Tuo and Nan Xuan simultaneously shouted in astonishment. In their frantic state, both of them coughed up a mouthful of divine blood.

Like a rain of blood, colorful divine blood showered the empty space.

A shattered figure silently fell from the void.

Xu Tuo and Nan Xuan also could no longer hold on, and the imprisoning power that covered the sky shattered, descending upon them.

Nan Xuan fell unconscious, like a lone goose descending to the earth.

Xu Tuo, too, finally fell heavily, throwing himself towards the land already covered in black and red lava.

The lava roared and rolled, turning the land into a purgatory.

Several Guardian Immortals and a group of terrified disciples now stood at the summit of the highest divine mountain, unsure of what to do.

On the back of a giant white crane, Jian Wushuang, his figure mangled and almost unrecognizable, breathed faintly.

Xu Tuo and Nan Xuan were also leaning against the white crane, their fates uncertain.

Xu Tuo and Nan Xuan also leaned against the side of the white crane, their fates uncertain.

The sky had completely shattered, and the boundless void had become eternal emptiness, with only a single continent of Sancun Mountain still remaining.

This was a dire situation, an extreme point of despair, where everything teetered on the brink of destruction.

Snap—

A figure clad in a wide black robe landed, and with every breath, the aura emanating from him turned any approaching lava into nothingness.

After such a bloody battle, he had not suffered any injuries.

Standing atop the divine mountain, the black-robed figure walked slowly.

The white crane let out a clear cry, as if sensing a terrifying presence that filled it with fear.

All the disciples took slow steps backward, their eyes filled with nothing but terror.

The terrifying battle from before was still vivid in their memories, and now, even their masters had been defeated. How could they possibly resist?

Facing this unstoppable adversary, a total of five guardian immortals stepped forward at this moment, resolutely blocking all the disciples.

Without saying a word, the round-faced Yan Immortal from earlier charged towards the black-robed figure.

However, he did not even have time to release his Yan power before he was torn into pieces by a strand of dark purple aura.

Then the second and third Guardian Immortals also charged at the black-robed figure without any hesitation.

However, their fates were equally tragic.

The black-robed figure could casually kill a Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, how could they contend against him?

In the end, all the disciples had nowhere to retreat.

The black-robed figure slowly raised his palm, and in his withered yet broad hand, the aura of destruction once again condensed.

However, in the next moment, an unrestrained and nearly hysterical roar echoed from the void.

"Jian Wushuang, you have repeatedly destroyed my Great Mi Heaven. Today, I will make sure you beg for death!"

The booming voice reverberated through the endless void.

The previously eternal void, now on the verge of destruction, was suddenly filled with nearly 100 figures!

Each figure was mysterious and immensely powerful, their Yan power flowing steadily.

And at the forefront of nearly 100 figures stood a young man clad in dark golden armor, exuding a proud and decisive aura.

He was Emperor Zhen Wuyang's second son, the Master of the entire Great Mi Heaven, Prince Jiu.

Standing beside him was an old man dressed in simple mountain and water robe, with an indescribable sense of grandeur flowing around him.

This old man was a powerhouse who had walked out of the Ancient Era to the present day.

A Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, Changfu.