“Qian Yuan is dead, the outcome is decided.” Duan Wuchou let out a sigh of relief. There was still one stick of Realm-Ending Incense left, enough to deter any covetous individuals.
Wang Teng laughed heartily, “So this is all the Qian Yuan Sword Saint amounts to. Brother Wuchou defeated him alone; why would he need our help?”
Several young supremes exchanged smiles, but their gazes lingered on the last stick of Realm-Ending Incense in Duan Wuchou’s hand, filled with greed and desire.
Duan Wuchou said calmly, “A word of caution to everyone: this stick of Realm-Ending Incense is called God-Burying Incense, its power is the greatest. Even after the passage of time, it can still kill an ordinary Moon Shine Realm cultivator as easily as slaughtering pigs and dogs.”
Wang Teng chuckled dryly, “Brother Wuchou, what are you saying? How could we covet the Realm-Ending Incense?”
“Better not,” Duan Wuchou snorted coldly.
Jian Wentian stepped forward a few paces, speaking as he walked, “Leave this corpse to me. I won’t participate in the next battle.”
Wang Teng and the others nodded, “Brother Wentian, please go ahead.”
Everyone knew Jian Wentian’s intentions; he coveted the Sword Sense of Time and Space from Qian Yuan Sword Saint and wanted to comprehend it from the corpse.
But Wang Teng and the others were still wary, fearing that Qian Yuan Sword Saint might not be truly dead and could come back to life, so they let Jian Wentian investigate.
Jian Wentian understood this well. He gathered all his Sword Sense and laid down layer upon layer of sword formations around Qian Yuan Sword Saint’s corpse, cautiously approaching…
Ninety-nine layers of God-Slaying Sword Formation enveloped the Qian Yuan Sword Saint, who stood with his sword.
“It should be fine now,” Jian Wentian muttered to himself.
At that moment, a sudden change occurred!
The supposedly lifeless Qian Yuan Sword Saint suddenly lifted his head.
With a swift motion, the sword pierced through Jian Wentian’s skull…
“The Realm-Ending Incense truly lives up to its reputation as a forbidden item of an era. It took me quite some effort,” Qian Yuan Sword Saint chuckled lightly.
In the next moment, his white hair turned black, his skin became full and radiant, like jade.
Jian Wentian’s primordial spirit left his body, his tiny primordial spirit figure looked terrified and incredulous, “You’re not dead!? Even the Realm-Ending Incense couldn’t kill you!?”
Qian Yuan Sword Saint smiled without speaking.
In truth, at the moment Duan Wuchou activated the Realm-Ending Incense, Meng Qingzhou’s main body severed the connection with the Three Purities One Breath incarnation.
Fortunately, the quality of Three Purities One Breath was extremely high. Once the connection was severed, unless it was a brand-new Realm-Ending Incense, it couldn’t track his main body.
Afterward, Meng Qingzhou condensed a second incarnation to replace the deceased ‘Qian Yuan Sword Saint.’
In front of everyone, he swapped the real for the fake, achieving perfect damage transfer.
A trivial incarnation blocked two sticks of Realm-Ending Incense, a very cost-effective trade.
“Now, it’s my turn.” Qian Yuan Sword Saint froze the space, reached out, and crushed the escaping primordial spirit figure without mercy.
Jian Wentian, dead!
“Time flow, slow!” Qian Yuan Sword Saint commanded softly.
The entire world of the commanding platform turned black and white, like an old-fashioned photograph, stuttering frame by frame.
Falling leaves froze in mid-air, descending at an extremely slow pace, and the flapping of birds’ wings seemed like slow-motion acrobatics.
The young supremes, invincible in their realms, felt their thoughts slow down, and the flow of spiritual energy in their bodies was like a crawling turtle.
Qian Yuan Sword Saint’s time and space domain could cover an entire small world!!
Duan Wuchou’s face turned pale. He wanted to ignite the God-Burying Incense, but the time flow was too slow.
“You… can’t… kill… us…” Duan Wuchou struggled to speak, pausing between each word:
“The… forces… behind… us… won’t… spare… Great Jin!”
Qian Yuan Sword Saint walked leisurely, took the God-Burying Incense from Duan Wuchou’s hand, and casually threw it into his storage ring.
“It’s only a matter of time,” Qian Yuan Sword Saint said calmly.
In the mid-stage of the novel, the forces behind the young supremes would find various reasons to invade Great Jin, seeking to seize its territory and the Empress of Great Jin.
No matter how much they tried to appease, it would be futile.
“The true goal of the Wuyatian Sect should be the ancient immortal treasure left by the first emperor of Great Jin, the Emperor Grade True Dragon Pool,” Qian Yuan Sword Saint whispered in Duan Wuchou’s ear.
Duan Wuchou’s pupils contracted violently, cold sweat pouring down, his expression like he’d seen a ghost.
This was the highest-level secret of the Wuyatian Sect. How did Qian Yuan Sword Saint know?
Qian Yuan Sword Saint continued, “Not only that, I also know that the Great Qian Dynasty covets the immense fortune of Great Jin, and the Blood Sea Empire desires the bloodline of Empress Qin Liuli. They all harbor ulterior motives, proposing marriage to the Empress. Though it’s treasonous, compared to your true ambitions, it seems insignificant.”
Duan Wuchou was utterly terrified. In his eyes, Qian Yuan Sword Saint seemed like a Yama King.
“Do you still think threats are useful?” Qian Yuan Sword Saint laughed, pointing a finger at Duan Wuchou’s forehead.
The Sword Sense of Time and Space invaded, shattering his three souls and six spirits.
The chief elder of the Wuyatian Sect, Duan Wuchou, dead!
“The third prince of the Blood Sea Empire, an illegitimate son of the Blood Sea Emperor, lost his mother early, neglected in the palace. On the day of his coming-of-age ceremony, he awakened the Blood God Body, rising from obscurity, a typical protagonist template.”
Qian Yuan Sword Saint walked in the void, speaking as he raised his finger sword indifferently, “It’s a pity, but you’re just a minor character. Die.”
The finger sword released a shocking Sword Sense, forming a tornado of Sword Sense, grinding Mo Wuyi’s flesh body into air.
Even if there was a trace left, even a drop of blood, this young supreme with an invincible flesh body could be reborn from a drop of blood.
The third prince of the Blood Sea Empire, Mo Wuyi, dead!
“Sun Baisheng, may I borrow your Battle God Technique for a look?” Qian Yuan Sword Saint stopped and looked at Sun Baisheng.
The fearless Sun Baisheng now showed a look of terror, his face contorted with fear, he slowly spoke, “Then… can you… spare… my… life?”
Qian Yuan Sword Saint smiled warmly, like a gentle elder brother next door, softly saying, “Of course…”
Sun Baisheng was overjoyed, activating a hidden space at his forehead.
A golden ancient book slowly floated to Qian Yuan Sword Saint.
“Thank you, but I haven’t finished my sentence. Sparing you… of course not.” Qian Yuan Sword Saint said calmly, waving his hand, sending thousands of swords piercing through Sun Baisheng, turning him into a beehive.
In the blink of an eye, only Wang Teng remained in the small world of the commanding platform.
The seven supremes who came with great momentum, now six were dead, leaving only Wang Teng.
“Seizing the fortune of ten nations, stealing the fortune of billions of beings, the method to defy the heavens, very interesting.”
Qian Yuan Sword Saint sighed.
This method, defying the Heavenly Dao, was not inherited from anyone but painstakingly researched by Wang Teng himself.
It’s a pity that the world has many heroes, and Wang Teng was definitely a genius.
“Unfortunately, you provoked me.”
Qian Yuan Sword Saint expressed regret, ready to end Wang Teng’s life with one sword, when suddenly the space of the commanding platform shook.
A spatial rift tore open beneath Wang Teng’s feet, and spatial turbulence swept away the immobile Wang Teng…
Before leaving, Wang Teng left a message:
“I… said, my… fortune… is boundless! No… one… can… kill… me!”
“One day, I will… come back… to seek revenge!!”
Qian Yuan Sword Saint was dumbfounded, exclaiming, “Is that even possible?!”
Such incredible luck!
In a situation of certain death, spatial turbulence passed by and took Wang Teng away.
Qian Yuan Sword Saint tried several times to reverse time, but found helplessly that this small world had been stirred into chaos by the spatial turbulence, with various laws entangled.
With his current strength, Qian Yuan Sword Saint couldn’t forcibly reverse it.
“Zhao Gou, Zhao Gou, you dare call yourself an overpowered protagonist? You’re not even as impressive as Wang Teng,” Meng Qingzhou couldn’t help but sigh.
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