Legend of Swordsman

4926 The Arrival of the Emperor

Jian Wushuang’s eyes were cold as he looked at him with a faint smile.

“As long as you don’t kill me, I promise that I won’t do anything harmful to you from now on.”

Prince Yu had completely abandoned the arrogance of an Imperial Prince and was almost begging.

“I, I am Prince Yan’s third brother. He, he is my brother. He definitely won’t let you touch me.”

As he said this, he even started to shamelessly call out the name of the Young Emperor.

However, he did not know that Jian Wushuang did not belong to the branch of the Young Emperor. In fact, their relationship was equal.

Wanting to use the Young Emperor to suppress him was simply a fool’s talk.

Prince Yu shouted the name of the Young Emperor at the top of his lungs. However, Jian Wushuang immediately cut off Prince Yu’s entire left arm with his palm!

Divine blood spurted out, and his immortal body was shattered. Prince Yu screamed and staggered backward while clutching his broken arm.

Jian Wushuang’s eyes were cold and he had no intention of letting him go.

If it was not for the Emperor’s True Shadow, the Blue Feather Bell would have killed Jian Wushuang.

It was also because of this that he had the intention to kill.

If he let Prince Yu go, Jian Wushuang would be in a passive position in the future.

Therefore, Prince Yu had to die.

At this moment, he did not even consider the existence of Zhen Wuyang and the Heavenly Court.

The palm that was surging with scarlet power fell again. Prince Yu’s right leg was cut off, and divine blood spurted out.

Without the support of one leg, Prince Yu sat in the Chaotic Void and looked at Jian Wushuang with a pale face.

He could see the killing intent in Jian Wushuang’s cold eyes. There was no room for redemption.

Prince Yu was extremely regretful. He should never have thought of cleaning up the battlefield and capturing the Young Emperor alive.

If he did not have such thoughts, he would not have ended up in this situation.

“Don’t, don’t kill me. I don’t want to die… I can give you anything you want.” Prince Yu’s face turned ashen. “Imperial Emperor’s fate energy. I’ll use the Imperial Emperor’s fate energy to exchange for my life. Is that okay?”

Jian Wushuang did not want to listen to him anymore. The killing intent in his hand was extremely dense and turned into a long and narrow Bloodblade.

The next moment, he raised the Bloodblade in his hand and slashed down without hesitation.

Prince Yu’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets, his face ashen.

However, the Bloodblade did not slash down. It seemed to have encountered some obstruction and hovered above his head.

Jian Wushuang turned around and looked behind him.

Di Qing had already arrived by his side and stopped him with a spell.

Di Qing placed his palm on Jian Wushuang’s shoulder and patted it gently. Then, he said in a low voice, “Leave it to me.”

As he spoke, he slowly walked to the trembling Prince Yu.

Prince Yu felt as if he had been pardoned. “Save me! Save me! I can give you all of the Emperor’s fate energy!”

What responded to him were thousands of extremely sharp golden feathers.

Each golden feather was strong enough to break the heaven path and pierce through any super Heavenly Region.

Thousands of golden feathers pierced through his body and turned his immortal body into dust. Even his immortal Source was crushed!

The Third Prince under True Martial Yang, Prince Yu, had died just like that!

The void wailed as the Fate that belonged to the Prince returned to the universe and could no longer be collected.

Seeing this scene, the Young Emperor’s body trembled and he slowly took a few steps back. If it wasn’t for the thin purple robe holding him back, he would have collapsed.

Prince Yu died right in front of his eyes. All kinds of emotions were changing in his eyes, and he finally closed his eyes tightly.

The magnificent and majestic ten-sided wings slowly moved behind Di Qing, illuminating the primal chaos void.

Under a casual attack from a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, even a Prince was easily destroyed.

The insufferably arrogant Prince Yu had fallen.

After putting away the Slaughter Dao, Jian Wushuang regained his composure. He looked at Di Qing and asked slowly, “Why did you do that?” ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴoᴠel ꜰɪre.nᴇt

Putting away the Ten Directional Wings, Di Qing said calmly, “Because he is the Prince of Zhen Wuyang. Once you kill him, you will definitely suffer Zhen Wuyang’s revenge. Moreover, you will definitely not be able to survive his wraith.”

At this point, he paused and continued, “I’m different. Even if he attacks me, I have a way to protect myself.”

Jian Wushuang was moved. He understood that Di Qing was doing this to protect him.

Then, he said solemnly, “Thank you. I owe you one.”

“There’s no need for thanks between us.” Di Qing raised his eyebrows and smiled. “However, I’m afraid I’ll have to leave for a period of time.”

Just as Jian Wushuang was about to ask him where he was going, an indescribable aura shrouded the entire void battleground.

This aura was extremely majestic. Wherever this aura enveloped, time would stop flowing and it would be completely sealed.

The shattered Heavenly Dao was reconstructed, and the chaotic void was quickly repaired.

Jian Wushuang, who could not move at all, widened his eyes and looked ahead in disbelief.

Everything was going back in time!

Then what kind of power could complete the backtracking?!

The fate and aura that had originally dissipated began to condense like stars.

Soon, under the condensation of starlight, an extremely familiar figure appeared again!

Prince Yu, whose Immortal Source had been destroyed by Di Qing, had been reborn.

At the same time, the chaotic void was torn apart, and indescribably powerful figures appeared from the end of the void.

They all carried light wheels of various colors on their backs, and within the light wheels, there was hope that the ancient Heavenly Dao would circulate.

Only Six Revolution Grand Yan Immortals would condense light wheels, and they were all senior Grand Yan Immortals under Zhen Wuyang.

Every one of them was Nine Revolutions at the very least.

Even the newly born Heavenly Dao prostrated at their feet.

At the very front of these Grand Elders was a figure with a tired expression and no aura.

Although he was extremely ordinary, he made all the Grand Elders and Grand Yan Immortals behind him submit.

All of the berserk energies, auras, and even the Heavenly Dao in the Void Battleground were unable to get close to him.

The Lord of the Heavenly Court, Emperor Zhen Wuyang, had arrived!

Jian Wushuang felt that the divine blood in his meridians had frozen. In front of that aura, he could not even breathe.

Arriving at the void battleground, Emperor Zhen Wuyang looked tired, but he still carried a supreme aura.

Looking at the confused Prince Yu who had opened his eyes, his face turned ashen.

“I-Imperial Father, I’m still alive?”

Prince Yu, who had just recovered from his daze, was extremely excited when he saw the arrival of Zhen Wuyang.

However, what awaited him was not a concerned question, but a powerful slap.

The Emperor was furious and sent him flying 30,000 meters away!