If one were to take a closer look, they would see a slightly young and thin figure on the broad back of this giant ape. It was looking at everything that was happening in the sky with excitement on its face.
More than 20 new Derived Immortals surrounded Gongzi Yu and the other Derived Immortals like dumplings.
"Gongzi Lin?!" At this moment, the young Emperor, Gongzi Yu, and Gongzi Jiu all shouted the same name.
The one who came was the Seventh Prince, Gongzi Lin, whom they had met twice before and was the only one who had a good impression of the young Emperor.
"Big Brother, your mount is really cool. This is the first time I've used a celestial spiritual beast as a mount!" Sitting on the back of the monster ape, the Seventh Prince looked at the young Imperial Emperor and beamed with joy.
The young Emperor frowned slightly. Clearly, he did not expect Gongzi Lin to interfere at this time.
Gongzi Yu also looked at him with uncertainty. Then, he said in a low voice, "What are you doing here? Are you going to fight for the peach of immortality too?"
"Third Brother, don't misunderstand. I don't have much interest in that stuff." Gongzi Lin scratched his head, then raised his eyebrows and smiled. "I'm purely here to help Big Brother. You and Second Brother have gone too far."
Gongzi Yu sneered. "Are you courting death? Even if you join in, can the result change? "
"It's hard to say whether it will change or not, but we have to try, right?" Gongzi Lin said and stretched on the back of the monster ape.
"Since you are courting death, then I will finish you off!" Gongzi Yu smiled ferociously and attacked first.
When Gongzi Lin saw this, he patted the monster ape's head and immediately fled.
Almost at the same time, the Derived Immortals on the same side as Gongzi Lin also moved and started fighting.
Jian Wushuang felt the pressure around him suddenly lighten. He no longer felt the pressure of resisting with difficulty.
Close to 50 Derived Immortals were fighting, and different Derived Immortals exploded.
Jian Wushuang looked at Gongzi Yu, who was attacking Gongzi Lin, and his gaze started to brighten.
"Be careful." The young Emperor seemed to have sensed something and reminded him softly.
He nodded and pressed his palm on the Zenith Sword's hilt. Then, he disappeared silently like a ghost.
Just as he was concentrating and was about to force Gongzi Yu back with a palm, a strong sense of danger caused Gongzi Yu to tilt his head instinctively.
"Swish …"
However, it was all too late. The blade had sunk half an inch into his flesh, almost chopping off his entire head.
Gongzi Yu quickly retreated, at the same time releasing Derivative Force to protect himself.
Looking at the mysterious youth dressed in black, Gongzi Yu only felt the pain in his neck seeping into his bone marrow.
With a flick of his wrist, Jian Wushuang shook off the divine blood on the Tai Luo sword, then looked at him calmly.
Gongzi Yu waved his hand and healed the wound on his neck. The crazed look in his eyes disappeared, and he warily looked at Xiao Chen.
To be able to approach him unknowingly and almost behead him with a single sword strike, such terrifying strength made Gongzi Yu shudder in fear.
Jian Wushuang didn't waste any time on pleasantries. He raised his sword and pressed forward, the shattered Zenith Heaven Sword brimming with power.
A sword slashing down, it actually easily broke apart Gongzi Yu's derivative force.
He was greatly shocked, but at the same time, he used all of his skills to resist.
Although the body of the sword had been shattered, the Sword Dao was still there. Every sword strike carried a powerful aura, which actually forced Gongzi Yu to panic.
Every sword strike was as heavy as water, but at the same time, it was also wide open, making it difficult for Gongzi Yu to use the corresponding derivative force to deal with it.
Although there was only one sword strike each time, it was divided into thousands of sword intents, which forced him to suffer more and more.
Jian Wushuang was like a blacksmith, while Gongzi Yu was like an iron fetus, constantly being hammered. In the process of hammering, every sword strike of his became more and more condensed.
Gongzi Yu almost fainted. In this kind of confrontation, he was actually being used as a whetstone?!
Humiliation welled up in his heart, and he prepared to release Immortal Techniques without regard for anything else, crushing Jian Wushuang like a bedbug.
But soon, Gongzi Yu discovered to his horror that in his current state, he couldn't summon Immortal Techniques at all …
A powerful sword strike landed, directly plowing out a ghastly wound on Gongzi Yu's shoulder blade, and divine blood spurted out.
This sword strike almost cut him into two from the middle.
Gongzi Yu felt terrified. He realized that the youth in front of him, who was as cold as the Grim Reaper, was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
If the young Emperor had brought him shock and confusion, then the current Jian Wushuang was the representative of coldness and death.
When he realized the terror of death, everything was already too late.
Without any superfluous words, Jian Wushuang raised the broken divine sword in his hand high, as if he was condemning and judging, and brought down the final sword strike.
But in the next moment, a sudden change occurred.
A faint red picture scroll quietly swept out, and at the same time, a beam of light directly pierced through Jian Wushuang's back.
Warm divine blood sprayed on Gongzi Yu's face.
Jian Wushuang's face was ghastly pale, and that sword strike didn't land in the end.
The Zenith Divine Sword slipped from his hand and fell into the abyss.
He also lost all his strength, and like a fallen leaf, he suddenly fell from the clouds.
"Jian Wushuang!" the young Emperor cried out in alarm, and almost moved at the same time, wanting to pull him back.
But then, a faint red barrier blocked him.
Gongzi Jiu walked out of the picture scroll, and looked at him with a smile that didn't look like a smile. "I'm really sorry, my carelessness caused such a result. I'm afraid he can't even be eliminated."
The young Emperor's gaze turned from cold to furious. "Gongzi Jiu, you will definitely die in my hands."
"Is that so? But to prevent this from happening, I will make you, my big brother, completely disappear before that happens, "Gongzi Jiu said in a tone that only the two of them could hear.
A huge sun without any warmth lay across the sky, and that black and white color revealed a deathly stillness and nothingness.
This was the young Emperor's celestial technique, a mysterious celestial technique that no one knew where it came from.
Gongzi Jiu's eyes also began to burn with passion. He, who was the most unpredictable and like an abyss, also revealed his strength at this moment.
It was as if turbid and clear had yet to be separated. An unknown and extremely oppressive aura emerged like silk and fog.
"Although I can't kill you in the Heaven Realm, it's also a good choice to add another stroke to your weak body."
…
"So painful …"
Feeling the gurgling stream flowing beside him, Jian Wushuang, who had already lost consciousness, gradually woke up.
At this moment, half of his body was immersed in the stream, and the black clothes on his body were mostly torn.
He forcefully propped himself up and fell to the ground, panting slightly.
His originally shattered chest was rapidly healing, and the dissipated derivation energy and life force were also rapidly recovering.
All of this naturally had to be attributed to Jian Wushuang's super perfect life form.
As he cut off his past and became a Derived Immortal, his super perfect life form didn't disappear along with the severing of his past. Instead, after entering the Great Yan World, he became even more powerful.
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