Dozens of holes were smashed into the simple and solemn main hall made of warm jade. It looked comical and absurd.
The dozens of elders and Derived Immortals had all turned into rolling gourds. They did not even have time to release their Derived Force before they were like old dogs lying on their backs in the main hall.
Dead silence. Dead silence.
The close to a thousand disciples who came to the main hall of the Shangjun Sect saw this scene and were completely dumbfounded.
Those highly respected elders with unfathomable strength were actually being whipped into rolling gourds?
Gu Ting was flabbergasted. She even tried her best to blink, wanting to see if it was an illusion.
This was really too unimaginable. Just one slap was enough to send dozens of Derived Immortals flying. Apart from Great Derivation Immortals, even Quasi-Great Derivation Immortals could not do it!
But now, this scene was actually happening.
"Brat, you're courting death!"
With the long-bearded elder as the leader, 13 elders of the Shangjun Sect rushed out of the main hall and attacked Jian Wushuang.
At this moment, time seemed to have stopped. Every cultivator, disciple, and Derived Immortal present seemed to have slowed down.
Only Jian Wushuang was still moving. He walked up the stairs step by step.
Looking at the elders who were surrounding him from all directions, he seemed to lack interest.
But he still raised his hand and casually pointed.
Sword intent rampaged!
"Pfff —"
A clear ripping sound entered the ears of every cultivator present.
Then, the 13 elders grunted at the same time and flew out again.
As they fell to the ground, seven-colored divine blood spilled on the jade stairs, forming a bloody path.
The 13 elders and 13 Derived Immortals all had their right arms crippled at that moment.
The divine blood flowed out from their broken arms and dyed the jade stairs red.
Only fear was left in their eyes as they hugged their broken arms and kept retreating.
Jian Wushuang, who was wearing a white uniform, was still not stained with a trace of blood. He walked forward slowly and walked up the stairs.
"I'll give you one last chance. Do you want to die here without knowing why, or do you want your sect master to come out?"
Jian Wushuang said calmly.
The long-bearded old man in the lead hugged his broken arm, his face pale. "Junior, do you know that you are making an enemy of the entire Shangjun Sect?"
"So what?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Chen Qing, sword!"
"Here he comes!" On the square, Chen Qing laughed heartily. He pulled out the real sword at his waist and threw it at Jian Wushuang.
"Clang!"
With a clear cry, the true sword broke through the clouds and landed in his hand.
As if seeing through his intentions, the long-bearded old man's heart trembled, and he cried out involuntarily, "No!"
But it was all too late.
Jian Wushuang used his hand to guide the sword, exploding with the most brilliant momentum.
At this moment, it was as if thousands of suns were shattering, tassel-like derivative force flowed and blossomed.
None of the cultivators and Derived Immortals could look directly at him.
The sword slashed out diagonally, and the palace that had stood tall for countless years in this world shattered with a bang.
The richly ornamented rafters and painted rafters turned into dilapidated fences and dilapidated walls. The pavilions and terraces were all shattered into powder.
The flowing Heavenly Dao of Order collapsed and no longer existed.
One sword destroyed the sect!
The tassel-like derivative force sprinkled down. All the disciples of the Shangjun Sect opened their eyes, and then their faces turned pale.
The pavilions and terraces had all turned into flat ground. Everything no longer existed.
Chen Qing was extremely excited. After exchanging a glance with Chun Qiu, he leaped to Jian Wushuang's side.
Gu Ting was completely shocked. His chest rose and fell violently.
This scene was too shocking. The foundation of the Shangjun Sect had actually turned into dust under this sword.
He had a strong intuition that the Shangjun Sect was in danger today!
In front of the shattered palace, Jian Wushuang returned the sword to Chen Qing. He did not even look at the group of Shangjun Sect elders who had already given up and walked straight into the ruins.
His goal was to find Cui Jing. No one could stop Wei Liujia and Feng Shan.
Soon, Jian Wushuang stopped in his tracks and did not move forward.
This was because there was a thin and stooped figure blocking his way forward.
"You can't move forward anymore," the thin and stooped figure said. His voice was hoarse and firm.
"Of course you can. Return the three Derivative Immortals that you shouldn't have touched, and I won't pursue this any further," Jian Wushuang said straightforwardly.
Unexpectedly, the stooped figure shook his head. "It's already impossible. The Shangjun Sect's Heavenly Palace was destroyed by you. It's enough to offset the lives of those three Derivative Immortals."
Jian Wushuang smiled coldly. "Looks like you don't intend to hand them over?"
"Please return, everyone. Otherwise, the consequences will not be something you can bear," the stooped figure continued.
"Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, do it," Jian Wushuang shouted coldly.
Chen Qing and Chun Qiu responded. Without any hesitation, they charged forward.
Meanwhile, the stooped figure that did not reveal himself and was extremely mysterious also moved. His figure was extremely agile like a ghost as he brazenly faced the attack.
Two fists against four palms. The terrifying derivative force was like a torrent that directly swept up.
Hum!!
It was like an ancient sound that resounded through the heavens. Its power was enough to expel the heavens.
Under Chen Qing and Chun Qiu's attacks, the stooped figure actually forcefully withstood them without taking a step back.
Then, his arms shook, sending Chen Qing and Chun Qiu flying hundreds of feet away.
"You're courting death!" Chen Qing shouted. He punched out heavily. The fist aura tore through the air, causing the sky to change color.
Meanwhile, Chun Qiu also made his move. A short sword that was covered in purple patterns extended from his sleeve and viciously stabbed forward.
This was the full force attack of two peak Derivative Immortals.
The stooped figure stood on the spot. He did not dodge and chose to take this attack head-on.
Boom! Boom!
The dilapidated walls instantly shattered into fine powder. All the Shangjun Sect disciples present retreated thousands of feet and were scattered everywhere.
The stooped figure retreated hundreds of feet. A short sword was deeply gouged into his chest. Divine blood dripped and spilled all over the ground.
"Let's go," Jian Wushuang shouted and was about to move forward.
"You can't go!" The stooped figure opened his arms and tried to stop them.
Jian Wushuang ignored him. He stretched out his hand and released a pillar of derivative force to bind him. Then, he walked into the depths of the dilapidated walls.
The entire Shangjun Sect's main hall and even the plane were completely messed up. It was like the end of the world.
After destroying the Shangjun Sect's main hall with one strike, Jian Wushuang did not kill them all. Instead, he followed the faintly discernible aura and walked into the depths of the main hall.
"Must it be like this?"
A low, faintly discernible voice resounded from the ruins. It carried a bewitching aura.
Jian Wushuang stopped and looked ahead indifferently.
After a few breaths, the entire space shook. Then, wisps of gray derivative force that looked like silk and fog appeared. They then gathered into a black-robed figure.
This black-robed figure was slender and extremely thin. His face was like a skeleton. It was extremely strange.
"I have no intention of destroying your Shangjun Sect. I'm only here to find my friends," Jian Wushuang said. "Let them return, and I'll retreat immediately."
A strong wind suddenly blew in the ruins, causing everything to become strange.
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