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Chapter 4706

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If the young Emperor died in this encirclement, then the promise between the two of them would not be valid. He would then go and search for everything that was hidden behind the fog.

All kinds of thoughts surged into his mind, but Jian Wushuang did not make any statement.

At that moment, all the top cultivators in Heaven City had already escaped. In the vast city, there was only the sound of breathing.

Close to a thousand figures surrounded from all directions. They were cautious and had a dense killing intent.

The Derivation Forces that were linked together turned into the sturdiest cage that enveloped the entire Heaven City.

The young Emperor was extremely calm. He stood at his original spot and straightened his luxurious clothes. Then, he tightened the jade belt around his waist and pulled out a slender soft sword.

This was the first time Jian Wushuang saw him make a move. A unique and cold aura surged.

Then, the young Emperor held the soft sword in his hand and cut off the long hair behind his head without hesitation.

All the figures took half a step back without leaving a trace. Their gazes were still filled with cold death intent.

"I was careless to let you know my whereabouts. However, if you want to take my life, let's see if you have the right to do so."

The young Emperor's gaze slowly swept across everyone. The long hair that was cut off in his hand fell to the ground.

The silent battle to the death had begun!

With a sword, the supreme Derivation Force was like a rushing dragon and directly smashed towards the nearest black-robed man.

Those who were slightly weaker were killed by the sword intent formed by the Derivation Force on the spot.

With the slender soft sword in his hand, the young Emperor was unstoppable. When he slashed with his sword, he also struck with his palm.

In just a few breaths' time, dozens of ancestor-level cultivators had died in his hands.

However, when the close to 15 Derivation Immortals surrounded him, the young Emperor who had the upper hand immediately fell into a disadvantage.

He was at most a peak Derivation Immortal. How could he block the killing moves of 15 Derivation Immortals?

He struck with a finger and hit the young Emperor's waist. The young Emperor took half a step back. Both sides of his cheeks flushed red.

His luxurious clothes were torn, and traces of divine blood flowed out.

At the same time, the fifteen Derived Immortals combined into one and shot towards the young Imperial Emperor.

At this moment of life and death, Jian Wushuang made his move. His palm, which contained surging Sword Will, directly went past Jian Wushuang and met the attack head-on!

Extreme Day flashed past, and the layers of shockwaves made it impossible for the Ancestral Level to move in the center of the explosion.

One against fifteen!

Jian Wushuang took a heavy step back, completely nullifying the combined attack of the fifteen Derived Immortals.

The young Emperor widened his eyes and looked at him with an indecipherable expression.

"If you don't want to die, then do your best to kill your way out of here," Jian Wushuang said in a low voice without turning his head.

Hearing this, the young Emperor Emperor smiled. "Understood."

The 15 Derived Immortals who were similarly repelled glanced at each other before charging forward once more, using their Derived Force that was even more violent than before to surround the three of them.

Jian Wushuang clearly didn't want to fight a protracted battle. In order to cause even more damage, he directly released the Ancestral Art Authority World Gate.

The enormous finger that blotted out the sky broke the cage barrier in the sky, as if thousands of suns were descending.

All the black-robed people felt a strong sense of danger and tried to dodge.

However, when the Authority World Gate was completely released, hundreds of Ancestral Level people who tried to resist died on the spot, turning into dust!

Even the pavilions in Sky City had been forcibly wiped out by this move, creating a gap in the walls.

As the Authority World Gate dissipated, an even more majestic and terrifying Sword Dao poured out, turning into a Sword Dao river that advanced forward!

Some Ancestral Level people died on the spot, and even a black-robed Derived Immortal lost half of his divine body due to carelessness.

The young Emperor Emperor stood beside Jian Wushuang, his luxurious robes fluttering in the air, easily seizing any Ancestral Level people who approached.

Three against thousands, this was impossible and crazy.

Even though the Ancestral Level people couldn't cause much harm to Jian Wushuang and the young Emperor Emperor, with them attracting the damage, the 15 Derived Immortals still caused great trouble for the two of them.

After luring and killing the first Derived Immortal, Jian Wushuang directly released a vast sword intent, barely separating them.

At the same time, a dozen purple-robed figures approached from afar, instantly charging over.

"Young Emperor Emperor, I'm late." The skinny purple-robed figure directly waved his arm, pushing aside the Ancestral Level people, and stood in front of the young Emperor Emperor.

"You're not late, you've come just in time." The young Emperor Emperor smiled deeply. "Let's charge out together!"

After he finished speaking, dense Derivational Power rose into the sky, sweeping through the surroundings!

Spring and Autumn bitterly held on. He was only an Ancestral Level, and if not for Jian Wushuang's protection, he would have been crushed into dust long ago.

Spring and Autumn, who was unwilling to give up, reached out and took out the eight-armed colored pottery that Jian Wushuang had given him previously.

The eight-armed colored pottery in Spring and Autumn's hand expanded rapidly, and in just a few seconds, it grew into an earth-shaking eight-armed, glaring Arhat.

"It's done!" Spring and Autumn smiled excitedly. Even Jian Wushuang did not dare to underestimate the terrifying strength of the eight-armed, glaring Arhat.

The complete eight-armed, glaring Arhat was almost at the same level as the Whirling Heaven's Ancestor Whirling Suo.

Due to some reason, Ancestor Whirling Suo had far surpassed the peak of an ordinary Derived Immortal, and had reached an even more profound and mysterious realm.

The eight-armed, glaring Arhat had naturally surpassed the peak of the Derived Immortal, and had faintly reached an unknown level.

Looking at this almost hideous figure, all the black-robed figures subconsciously paused for a moment.

It was also at this moment that a total of eight black-gold palms smashed towards the ground with an unstoppable force.

"Rumble!"

Some Derived Immortals could not dodge in time, and their origins were crushed on the spot. Even the Ancestral Level people's souls were destroyed, turning into nutrients that were absorbed by the eight-armed, glaring Arhat.

"Brother Jian, hurry up and leave!" Spring and Autumn turned his head and shouted anxiously. "If you don't leave now, it will really be too late!"

Jian Wushuang nodded and reached out to summon the Heavenly Gate Extreme Attainments, trying to seize the opportunity to escape.

The giant palms formed by thousands of divine weapons descended from the Heavenly Gate and covered the ground.

The group of Derived Immortals, who already knew of its power, tacitly split up and rushed in all directions, blocking the few people's escape route at the right time.

The brilliance faded, but there were still thousands of black-robed figures that were like the deep sea, and the oppressive force made it hard for people to breathe.

One of the black-robed Derived Immortals stepped forward and pointed at the young Emperor Lord, and then said in a low voice, "Leave him behind, and any one of you can leave this place. I will not stop you."

Spring and Autumn looked at Jian Wushuang with some urgency in his eyes. To him, being able to personally see his sworn enemy being surrounded and killed was obviously the best thing that could happen.

But before Jian Wushuang could speak, the skinny purple-robed man took a step forward and slowly pulled down the hood on his head, revealing an old face full of wrinkles and scars. "If you want to take the Eldest Young Master's life, you have to go through me. Even your master can't do anything to me, let alone you bastards."

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