Legend of Swordsman

The grand arrays barrier began to shatter incessantly, cascading down from the sky.

Once devoid of the array’s support and suppression, Jian Wushuang and his companion found themselves bereft of any advantage.

“This sucks!” Jian Wushuang stood tall in the open sky, helplessly gazing at the Blood Jade Palace.

After fighting for such a long time, all he had gained was a few hundred thousand battle achievement points. Luo Hao’s death hardly affected him; his substantial gains were mainly due to the exponential increase in achievements from fighting opponents of higher realms. In a normal battle within the same realm, he would have gained only a few thousand achievement points.

Currently, his ranking hadn’t even reached the top 3,000, let alone the top 1,000.

“Hu Qing, is there really no way?” he asked desperately.

Hu Qing shook his head. “The array is about to collapse; we must leave this place. ”

His words had barely fallen when the grand array’s barrier completely shattered, and the countless array nodes of the Wuliang Grand Formation automatically disintegrated.

Under tremendous pressure, the grand array could no longer operate and collapsed automatically.

“Jian Wushuang!” God-Emperor MO Longs eyes gleamed with killing intent. With the array now broken, he could engage in another battle. However, he was feeling somewhat apprehensive. Even without the grand array, he didn’t dare to fight again.

“The treasures are abundant, truly allowing one to do as they please!”

Jian Wushuangs face turned ashen. He wanted to argue but couldn’t find a reason. No matter how much he said now, God-Emperor MO Long would completely leave. He would be left with nothing but wasted effort.

Hu Qing, who had killed Luo Hao, was at least now ranked in the top 1,000. If he went out and killed a few more Perfected Nine Revolutions within 30 years, he could comfortably secure his position within the top 1,000. Entering the top 100 wasn’t an impossible feat either.

As for himself, he was truly in a miserable situation. His strength was neither high nor low, comparable to the peak Grand Yan Immortals only by relying on the potential of One Thought Universe. He had to work tirelessly for 30 years to squeeze into the top 1,000.

The ‘Priest Shuiyue% who ranked among the top 1,000, found himself struggling towards the end. While he could amass significant achievement points in the earlier chaotic battles, it became increasingly challenging to defeat the Perfected Nine Revolutions experts in the later stages. Preserving his position within the top 1,000 seemed exceedingly difficult.

Jian Wushuang, in his pursuit of strategic formations, had lost the precious advantage of engaging in the early chaos. Now, surpassing numerous formidable opponents ahead of him appeared nearly impossible.

The Blood Jade Palace continued to ascend, though it was still confined within the boundaries of a One Thought Universe, a range Jian Wushuang couldn’t obstruct. He could only watch helplessly.

God-Emperor MO Long gazed at Jian Wushuang’s grim expression, laughing arrogantly before steering the Blood Jade Palace and vanishing into the void.

“Let’s depart as well,” Jian Wushuang sighed. Just as he was about to retract the One Thought Universe, Hu Qing stopped him. “There’s still a chance, Brother Wushuang!’

Boom!

The Blood Jade Palace, now nearing the edge of the One Thought Universe, was suddenly struck by a force of annihilation, sending it millions of miles away. God-Emperor MO Long, who had just left, swiftly passed by Jian Wushuang and Hu Qing.

Simultaneously, within the One Thought Universe, three peak experts emerged.

They were the three Princes from the Daluo Realm.

“Damn it, what kind of treasure is this? It’s actually rebounding against my origin source Great Dao!” The Chief Prince of the Daluo Realm scowled deeply.

Upon their arrival, they witnessed God-Emperor MO Long trying to escape while steering the Blood Jade Palace. Naturally, they couldn’t let him go, From a distance of a million miles, the Chief Prince of the Daluo Realm unleashed his spear of annihilation, directly smashing into the Blood Jade Palace’s blood shield.

Although he managed to halt the Blood Jade Palace, the scarlet energy also affected his consciousness. The blood-red mist seeped through causality, beginning to invade his origin source Great Dao.

“Mi Luo, what’s happening?” The other two Princes beside him noticed something was amiss and hurriedly inquired.

They were unaware of the mysteries of the Blood Jade Palace, their caution instead reserved for the One Thought Universe.

“Be wary, MO Long. Do not act recklessly!” Chief Prince Mi Luo endured his pain, cautioning them. The three of them swiftly appeared before Jian

Wushuang and Hu Qing.

Recognizing the newcomers, Jian Wushuang felt a surge of joy.

Mi Luo, the peak Grand Yan Immortal of the Daluo Realm, and a formidable expert. Jian Wushuang had encountered him at the Chishui Hall. The Ruler of the Daluo Realm, the Emperor, was exceptionally powerful. Mi Luo, regarded as one of the foremost Princes, was renowned for his strength. He ranked just below the extreme-level Grand Yan Immortals.

The contemporary Princes were remarkably young. Only Grand Yan

Immortals with the potential to advance to Emperors could be bestowed the title of Prince. Those Grand Yan Immortals who had cultivated for countless chaotic eras lacked the qualifications to be named Princes; their potential had long been exhausted. Even with the strength of a Limit Grand Yan Immortal, it was challenging for them to successfully merge with the Dao.

However, the situation was different for these Princes. Their relatively brief cultivation periods, coupled with exceptionally high talent, set them apart. The Grand Yan Immortals in the Daluo Realm, including those like Mi Luo, had not practiced for more than 100 million years. In the eyes of the Emperors, they were still adolescents. Possessing such strength at this age meant they had the potential to become Emperors.

Hence, their status was even higher than that of extreme-level Grand Yan Immortals. After all, they were Grand Yan Immortals with the potential to become Emperors in the future.

However, this time, with the opening of the Qishen Temple, those Grand Yan Immortals who had lost hope in merging the Dao were once again valued. Ironically, these old fellows became the protagonists, and the Princes were overlooked.

However, there was an exception, the Chief Prince of the Daluo Realm, ‘Mi

Luff. He had cultivated for 70 million years, attaining a power comparable to that of the extreme-level Grand Yan Immortals. The Emperors had high hopes for him. To enhance his chances of survival, he was bestowed with innate treasures: one to protect his divine body, the other to guard his origin source. He himself was a powerhouse who mastered the Dao of Destruction from the origin source, his attacks already on par with the extreme-level Grand Yan Immortals.

“Hu Qing, be cautious of Mi Luo; his strength rivals that of God-Emperor MO Long,” Jian Wushuang remained outwardly calm but transmitted his thoughts to Hu Qing.

If it were just the two of them, they wouldn’t fear, but now they faced three peak-level experts, with Mi Luo being no less formidable than God-Emperor

MO Long.

Without the support of the grand array, their strength significantly diminished. They had also lost their means to suppress the opponents, making their situation even worse.

“Now, the two of you, answer truthfully. Have you understood?” Mi Luo suppressed the bloody mist in his mind and looked at Jian Wushuang and Hu Qing.

Before Jian Wushuang could respond, the Blood Jade Palace flew out from the ruins of the canyon, its majestic and domineering voice echoing in all directions.

“Mi Luo, you dare to come!” God-Emperor MO Long was infuriated.

Initially, he had calculated to lure Mi Luo over through Luo Hao, and that plan had succeeded. However, he hadn’t anticipated that Jian Wushuang and Hu Qing would force him to resort to using the Blood Jade Palace.

It was too late now. If they had arrived a bit earlier, before Luo Hao’s fall, he might have had the confidence to detain them.

“MO Long, I spared you last time. Do you dare to be arrogant again?” Mi Luo snorted coldly. In their previous battle, Mi Luo had attempted to take advantage of MO Long but failed to kill him. He had almost perished in that battle himself..