However, Jian Wushuang was not in a hurry. Instead, he gradually calmed down.
The deity ground beneath his feet was Little Jie Mountain. It was the deity realm where Zhen Wuyang lived.
He did not believe that Uncle Yu and Zhen Wuyang did not know that a strange Derived Immortal had entered Little Jie Mountain.
It was highly possible that they were secretly observing.
Thinking of this, Jian Wushuang remained calm and collected. However, he spread out his Divine Force to investigate.
Naturally, he found nothing.
Feeling helpless, he could only speed up again.
Deity grass grew, and the wind blew gently. Jian Wushuang carried Ah Mi on his back and sped forward. However, apart from various deities, he could not find any trace of a Derived Immortal's aura.
This made him feel that his chances were slim.
Why did Uncle Yu bring him to Little Jie Mountain? Why did he not appear?
Just as he was deep in thought, he stopped moving.
He felt that there was some mud under his feet. If he did not look carefully, he would not have noticed it.
In the next moment, endless mysterious black runes appeared under his feet. They had a desolate and ancient aura.
Being in it, Jian Wushuang felt desolate and lonely.
"Not bad. Your Divine Force is very powerful. You found my aura in such a short time."
As the old voice resounded, a skinny figure formed by the Ancient Desolate Black Runes stood in front of him.
Jian Wushuang focused. He knew that this was Uncle Yu, Yu Chang.
He was the mysterious almighty who had put Emperor Zhen Wuyang into a deep sleep by himself.
Yu Chang looked calm as he sized him up carefully. He seemed to be satisfied.
Meanwhile, he was a little anxious. He was eager to know the whereabouts of Di Qing, Jiang Li, and Yan Gui.
Yu Chang seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. He said slowly, "I'll answer your question, but not now.
Now, you answer my question. "
"Okay." Jian Wushuang nodded without hesitation.
"What are you best at?"
He was stunned. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Sword."
"Sword. Sounds good." Yu Chang nodded and smiled kindly. "Why don't we have a competition?"
"…"
Jian Wushuang's eyes twitched. "Well, Uncle Yu, please don't joke around …"
What a joke! This old man who kept a low profile before him was a ferocious figure who could fight with an Imperial Monarch. His strength was already unimaginable.
A Quasi-emperor was already an existence that could not be spoken of, let alone a Monarch.
Jian Wushuang believed that as long as Zhen Wuyang or Yu Chang showed the slightest bit of killing intent, he wouldn't last more than a breath of time. He wouldn't even be able to resist.
This was also why he was very reluctant to display his strength.
However, what happened next was not something he could control.
An ink-green longsword engraved with countless intricate patterns appeared in Yu Chang's hand.
"Come, let me see where your limit is," he said, raising his sword and pointing it forward.
Jian Wushuang's eyebrows twitched, and there was only bitterness left in his eyes.
The Monarch's sword could destroy all things.
Even though he had the strongest Sword Way, he still didn't think that it was comparable.
One was a Derived Immortal while the other was an Imperial Emperor. Every step between them was an insurmountable gap.
This was no longer a battle, it was completely courting death.
It was very obvious that Jian Wushuang didn't want to court death …
However, this was no longer up to him.
Everything in sight had already become Yu Chang's domain. Endless ancient black patterns flowed, forming a magnificent Dao field.
And this battle of great disparity had already begun.
Yu Chang held the Monarch's sword and slashed it down.
In an instant, the sword that seemed like it was about to topple mountains and seas turned into a sword slash that was a million feet long and rapidly slashed down.
Jian Wushuang felt a chill run down his spine. A great fear of life and death forced him to defend himself.
This was a death sword, a sword that didn't leave him any way out.
Even a Quasi-emperor would only die under this sword. There was no other way.
Jian Wushuang guessed that Yu Chang already knew the secret in the Yang Bowl, which was why he wanted to kill him.
Knowing that he was about to die, he calmed down instead.
Unparalleled Sword Way, Star River Lake Sword Intent, first move, second move.
Star River.
Both moves were executed simultaneously.
Even under Yu Chang's control, the sword intent was still boundless.
The majestic Heavenly River swept over. Jian Wushuang stood at the head of the tide and resolutely raised his sword to meet the attack.
In the face of the sword slash, the invisible sword was extremely bright.
"Clang —"
The sound of metal clashing rang out, and then everything returned to silence.
The Sword Way Heavenly River shattered, turned into endless sword intent and dissipated.
Jian Wushuang stood frozen in place, the invisible sword in his hand also shattered into powder.
On his bare chest, there was a ghastly sword slash that almost cut him in half.
Golden divine blood spurted out and sprinkled in the void.
An indescribable pain, as if even his divine consciousness had been destroyed.
However, this pain lasted for less than ten breaths of time and disappeared without a trace as the wound healed.
Jian Wushuang didn't even have time to say anything before his divine body was restored to its original state.
"How, how, how is this possible?"
He was shocked and pressed his chest in disbelief.
Yu Chang, who saw this scene from afar, smiled and slashed again with his sword.
This time, there were a total of ten sword slashes.
Jian Wushuang turned pale with fright. He couldn't even withstand one sword slash, and now there were nine more. His destruction was inevitable!
He tried to resist, and as expected, his Sword Way was easily shattered. Even his divine body was almost torn to pieces.
Jian Wushuang was already at a loss as he used his palm to cover the wound that was spurting out divine blood.
This was because he discovered that his Immortal Indestructible Immortal Body was recovering at an unimaginable speed.
This was simply too inconceivable.
One had to know that even though the immortal body was transformed from a Perfect Chaotic Creature and was a heaven-defying existence, it didn't have such an exaggerated recovery speed.
In the face of an Imperial Emperor's full power slash, or even ten slashes, not only was he not destroyed, but he also withstood it and recovered quickly. This was simply unimaginable.
Jian Wushuang was only a Derived Immortal. With the strength of his immortal body and the Nine Heaven Cloak, even if he could withstand the attack of a Sixth or Ninth Transformation Great Derived Immortal, he definitely couldn't withstand the power of an Imperial Emperor.
"Could it be because of the Nine Heaven Cloak?"
Jian Wushuang wondered anxiously, completely unaware that Yu Chang had already sheathed his sword and walked up to him.
"How's your body?"
"I, I feel pretty good..."
"Indeed, it's durable enough to withstand the power of an Imperial Emperor."
Yu Chang was full of praise. "Your divine body is no longer the same as before."
Jian Wushuang looked at him in confusion. At the same time, he did not know the reason for this change.
"Do you remember what happened in the Boundless Ocean at the end?"
Jian Wushuang nodded. "I remember, but it's not clear. Does it have something to do with him?"
"There is indeed a connection. At the very last moment, I expelled his True Shadow. However, he still left one of his most important things in your body," said Ye Futian.
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