Chapter 6097: Drawing Sword
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Broly continuously unleashed three extremely heavy fist shadows, rushing straight towards him.
The terrifying power tore through the space.
Even the tributary of this spacetime began to shatter.
The desolation on the other side began to break apart.
Jian Wushuang frowned, raised his hands to shield himself, and explosively released his energy.
âStarry Sky Dao Arena !â
He looked up and roared angrily, forcibly blocking the three fist shadows Broly unleashed.
But as a result, his divine body was shattered, and his chest began to cave in.
A surge of blood rose to his heart.
Pfft!
This time, he couldnât hold it back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
âDamn it, how is his divine power still so strong!â Jian Wushuang cursed silently as he wiped the corner of his mouth. They had been fighting for almost a whole day, yet Brolyâs divine power showed no signs of weakening.
How could he continue fighting?
His divine power was infinite to ordinary people.
But compared to this freak Broly, he was almost at his limit.
Fortunately, he had prepared enough, but that was meant for Mie Sheng.
He hadnât even seen a shadow of Mie Sheng, yet Broly had consumed a significant amount of his primordial stones and the power of All Things.
This couldnât continue.
He had to consider whether this was his strongest battle upon returning.
If not, he needed to make a quick decision.
He had to resolve the opponent swiftly.
Dragging it out any longer would be detrimental to him.
Moreover, Hu Qing was severely injured and couldnât help him.
Clang!
After much hesitation, he finally chose to draw his sword.
The ice-blue blade pointed directly at Broly.
âOriginally, you were not qualified to make me draw my sword⊠I donât know if itâs your luck or my impatienceâŠâ Jian Wushuang crossed his arms, holding the Wanjie Sword, and passed through.
âAre you ready to face it?â
The strongest ultimate skill, the strongest secret technique.
Starry Sky Chronicles!
The frenzied Broly was stunned for a moment, tilted his head slightly, and without even looking directly at Jian Wushuang, he turned and rushed over again.
Clearly, he didnât care about such verbal provocations!
âHa!â Jian Wushuang was amused by Brolyâs actions.
And amused by himself.
What was the point of talking to a madman?
Just fight directly.
âDouble Sword!â
âSlash!â
One hand represented Death, the other Life.
The Wanjie Sword split into two, the twin swords crossed in front of him. Jian Wushuang transformed into a streak of light, instantly piercing through the onrushing Broly.
Even the spacetime was cleaved open.
âWhoosh!â He let out a light breath, the twin swords merged into one, held casually behind him.
He turned silently, looking at Broly.
The twin swords could even slash through the void, that was the power of the Starry Sky.
It transcended spacetime.
The brilliance of the twin swords made Mie Sheng feel a bit ashamed.
âThe power of the Starry Sky, he has actually mastered it to this extent!â Mie Sheng frowned. He was a Starry Sky God, naturally also possessing the power of the Starry Sky.
Rooted in Death, he could also unleash a powerful Starry Sky power.
But currently, compared to Jian Wushuang, he was inferior.
If they were in the Starry Sky, Jian Wushuang naturally wouldnât be much.
But this was the Northern Spacetime.
His Death power was suppressed, let alone the Starry Sky power.
âNo wonder I couldnât see through his future, or even alter it!â Mie Shengâs eyes shifted, at this moment he felt a sense of unease.
That unease came from Jian Wushuangâs potential.
Broly was a variable to Jian Wushuang.
But Jian Wushuang was also a variable to Mie Sheng.
He suddenly vanished, and upon his return, had reached the pinnacle combat power of the Northern Spacetime.
âFine, itâs better that I donât need to suppress my strength anymore!â
When the time came, he could devour Jian Wushuangâs Life power in his peak state.
This would skip the growth steps ahead.
Allowing him to forge the cycle of reincarnation, returning to the position of Starry Sky God once more.
âHuh?â A familiar aura was spying on him.
Mie Sheng turned and shouted outside the hall, âShan Jun, arenât you going to check on your esteemed disciple?â
âHeheheâŠâ After a strange noise, an evil figure walked into the hall, the figure itself like an abyss, carrying devour.
It was Shan Jun.
Over the years, Mie Sheng had gathered all the other devouring demons.
Helping Shan Jun return to the level of the devouring demon lord.
Back then, Qishenâs Dao split into three, forming Shan Jun, Mo Jun, and Gu Jun.
And Shan Jun split into five, Shan Jun himself plus Ten-Thousand Demon, Wind Demon, Blood Demon, and Heart Demon.
âIâm not his master, I just thought he had the potential to inherit the Dao of Devour!â Shan Jun shook his head silently.
Mie Sheng snorted at this, coldly saying, âIn that case, thereâs even more reason not to hold back!â
âDo you think I have the luxury of holding back?â Shan Jun replied with a bitter smile.
He was now merely at the ordinary Seventh Tribulation level.
Even after devouring Mo Jun, he was at most the peak of the Seventh Tribulation level.
There was still Gu Jun trapped in the Qishen Temple, unable to be extracted all these years.
Back then, Zhen Ling had captured Shang and Luo, intending to exchange them for Gu Jun and Heart Demon.
But Zhen Ling refused to agree to the exchange, even at the cost of his life.
Finally, after much wrangling, they managed to exchange the lives of Shang and Luo for only the Heart Demon.
Afterward, Qishen Temple completely retreated, and the plan to extract Gu Jun was shelved.
Regarding this matter, Mie Sheng remained calm, not even looking at Shan Jun, and said firmly, âDonât underestimate yourself, we still have a chance, and a significant one at that.â
âTsk tsk, except for Hu Qingâs plan being relatively complete, you have already lost control over Jian Wushuang!â Shan Jun shook his head with a bitter smile, âYou abandoned Jiang Shang too early, and Hu Qingâs threat isnât as great as you think!â
Hearing Shan Junâs last sentence, Mie Sheng frowned, slowly turned his head, his gaze cold, and said lowly, âYou know nothing. Jian Wushuang is a variable, I canât see his future, but I can see my own. I have a chance of winning against Jian Wushuang, but against Hu Qing, Iâve seen my own defeat!â
âSo Jiang Shang must die, and he must die at Hu Qingâs hands. Bet everything on Broly, only then can we win, and you can survive through the Dao of Devour, returning to the Starry Sky with me, as a revived cultivator. Do you understand?â Mie Shengâs voice carried anger; forging the cycle of reincarnation was his inner demon.
Traversing time, going to the future countless times, just for this moment.
Returning countless times in the past, yet failing to prevent defeat.
No one could shake his determination.
This was his closest attempt to success.
He must seize it.
Shan Jun clenched his fist, feeling angry, but all of this was his choice, he couldnât blame anyone else.
The previous words were actually spoken to himself.
Just making peace with himself.
Watching the Qishen Templeâs lineage rise to glory again, contending with the God of Death.
While he, for the sake of survival, stood on the opposing side.
It was a form of torment.
Outside.
Jian Wushuang held the divine sword backward, turning to look at Broly.
âI thought you were invincible!â He raised his eyebrows, revealing a smile.
The two swords just now, although they hadnât diminished Brolyâs divine body, had broken through his Death Shield.