Legend of Swordsman

The sky cracked open, revealing deep chasms and exposing the turbulent void, where the gales of energy roared.

Meanwhile, Qin Tuo was like a kite with a broken string, hurtling backward for thousands of yards, shattering several divine peaks and Immortal mountains before coming to a halt.

The sword intent filled the sky, all pointing directly at Qin Tuo.

In the void, the eye wheel was like a totem, watching over everything.

"You're courting death!" Qin Tuo roared as he walked out of the shattered Immortal mountain.

He waved his arms, releasing waves of formidable Yan power that wrapped around Jian Wushuang.

"How noisy." Jian Wushuang's eyes were cold. He reached out and crushed all the Yan power that was coming at him.

Then, he leaped towards Qin Tuo.

A heavy punch thundered forth, and the fist's energy ruptured the air, instantly dispelling all the blood mist.

It was a punch infused with the essence of Slaughter Dao, enough to make even a Grand Yan Immortal struggle to withstand it.

However, Qin Tuo stubbornly resisted, his chest collapsing and breaking apart, and his Yan power cascading like tassels into the void.

He couldn't believe it—a mere Yan Immortal could actually inflict such serious injuries on him.

One had to know that between a Grand Yan Immortal and a Yan Immortal, there was a chasm that could not be crossed, let alone cause harm to a Grand Yan Immortal.

Yet, it was happening before his eyes.

Divine blood spurted, the Immortal body shattered, but after just a few dozen breaths, everything healed.

In Qin Tuo's eyes, only madness remained.

He had been suppressed by Jian Wushuang all along, even when he reached the realm of Grand Yan Immortal. This had driven him almost insane.

Boundless crimson blood mist condensed into chains that fell from the void, piercing through every inch of the earth and the divine mountains.

The elders and disciples of the Shangjun Sect, who had already lost their way, didn't even attempt to evade. They stared blankly at the void, then were pierced by the descending chains, turning into dust.

Jian Wushuang frowned, the Invisible Sword forming once more. He slashed at the void, severing each chain.

"Motherf*cker, is this b*stard crazy? Why won't he even let his own sect's disciples off?"

Within the barrier, Chen Qing was struggling to resist.

"It must be that eye causing trouble; we need to find a way to remove it," said Chun Qiu in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on the eye wheel hovering in the void.

"I'll think of a way," Chen Qing gritted his teeth. With a thought, the True Sword hanging from his waist unsheathed and carried a million Sword Intents towards the eye wheel in the void.

The dark red eye wheel was enormous, almost splitting the sky in half. Its pupils were chaotic and mesmerizing, emitting an enchanting aura from the center of the vertical pupil.

A million Sword Intents condensed into a massive real sword, piercing towards the eerie eye wheel.

In the next moment, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The million Sword Intents penetrated the eye wheel without any resistance, but that was it. Like a drop in the ocean, it did not trigger any detonation, and the eye wheel remained unharmed.

"Not good, it seems there's big trouble..." Chen Qing's lips quivered, as if he foresaw something terrible.

Next, seemingly to confirm his thoughts, the eye wheel in the void suddenly trembled. Then a massive True Sword tainted with dark red blood mist shot out, retracing its path and heading straight for Chen Qing, cutting through Chunq Qu's barrier.

"Run!" Chen Qing exclaimed in panic, fleeing with Chun Qiu.

Boom!!!

The huge sword slashed down, shattering the earth. Thousands of Immortal mountains collapsed in that moment.

All the elders and disciples of the Shangjun Sect who had arrived were ultimately buried, leaving no trace behind.

Witnessing this scene, Jian Wushuang turned to Qin Tuo. "You want to fight to the death?"

"So what? The ultimate outcome will be your demise!" Qin Tuo replied coldly.

"In that case, as you wish."

With those words, an Invisible Sword in his hand slashed towards Qin Tuo.

The void collapsed, and endless Sword Intents surged.

Qin Tuo roared as the meridians on his Immortal body coiled, causing his figure to grow several times larger.

Following that, a colossal dark red Image Form appeared behind him.

The Image Form was so massive, earth-shattering, and shrouded in mist that it was nearly impossible to make out its true form, only its hazy outline.

Moreover, chains extended from the void, entangling the dark red dharma image, restricting its movements.

With the appearance of the Image Form, his aura skyrocketed to an unprecedented level, even making Jian Wushuang feel threatened.

"I am already a Grand Yan Immortal, what are you?" Qin Tuo roared, his five fingers spreading as billions of blood radiance suddenly shot out.

Facing the overwhelming blood radiance, Jian Wushuang calmly advanced with hands behind his back, his gaze indifferent.

A faint golden aura had quietly enveloped him, easily deflecting the needle-like swords of blood radiance.

Qin Tuo was shocked. Although he had already reached the Grand Yam Immortal realm, Jian Wushuang's calmness and determination still made his heart palpitate.

Therefore, he made a decisive move, and the dark red Image Form behind him that was bound by the chains was revived.

The Image Form raised its arm, and its colossal hand, capable of obscuring the sky, descended upon Jian Wushuang.

The void trembled, seemingly unable to withstand such power, on the brink of collapse at any moment.

Boom, rumble...

A deafening roar echoed through the vast expanse, where crimson and dark red collided, and the shockwave that erupted swept away the void, causing the entire Heavenly Region to falter and fracture.

The hand of the dark red Image Form shattered upon impact, and a dazzling figure, like a blazing star, appeared before Qin Tuo in an instant.

Everything happened too quickly. When he finally reacted, Jian Wushuang stood before him.

"So, what if you're a Grand Yan Immortal?"

Following this indifferent voice, a chilling sword pierced through his Immortal body.

Qin Tuo felt an indescribable pain coursing through every fiber of his being. He instinctively glanced at his chest.

In the center of his heart, an Invisible Sword was embedded, and divine blood gushed forth.

With the power of the Yan Immortal, cutting through the body of a Grand Yan Immortal was an unimaginable scene.

Qin Tuo wanted to retaliate but found that he couldn't even move a finger. His Yan power seemed to have found an outlet and was pouring out uncontrollably from his shattered heart.

Meanwhile, Jian Wushuang remained cold and composed, as if slaying a Grand Yan Immortal was the simplest task for him.

"I'll spare your life if you tell me the whereabouts of those three Yan Immortals," he said indifferently, his voice leaving no room for doubt.

The overwhelming sense of annihilation filled Qin Tuo with terror. He opened his mouth, "They, they are all..."

Before he could finish the sentence, his expression suddenly changed, contorting into a sinister grin. "You want to know where they are? Then go join them!"

Jian Wushuang realized the danger but it was already too late.

A Grand Yan Immortal's power at the moment of life and death far exceeded imagination. Qin Tuo directly embraced him and shot into the void.

There, a gigantic eye wheel hung in the air, a massive dark red eye wheel radiating an enchanting and mesmerizing aura, reaching the pinnacle of eerie.