Chapter 294 The Undying Scripture? The Immortal Lord Slays Crane Peerless with a Single Sword!
"To kill me if we are at the same cultivation level?"
As he spoke, Jiang Chen took a step forward, and the void beneath his feet, unable to withstand some unknown pressure, instantly developed spiderweb-like black cracks.
He looked at He Wushuang standing atop the furnace, his tone remaining calm:
"Since you are so confident, then I will grant your wish."
The moment the words left his mouth.
"Buzz!"
The unfathomable aura within Jiang Chen's body began to recede at an incredible speed.
He completely sealed away his Dao Fruit, which surpassed even that of an Immortal King, leaving only power at the same level as He Wushuang.
Although Jiang Chen's aura remained ethereal at this moment, the fluctuations he displayed had indeed reached the level of a True Immortal.
"I will suppress my cultivation level and fight you."
"If you can withstand three of my moves, you may take this Immortal Refining Furnace with you today."
Jiang Chen stretched out one hand and beckoned to He Wushuang with his finger, signaling the other party to make the first move.
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The other side of the abyss.
Upon seeing this, An Lan's originally gloomy face instantly turned into one of wild joy.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
An Lan couldn't help but burst into laughter, causing his golden spear to tremble, which drew cheers from countless foreign troops behind him.
"I originally thought that this Primordial Immortal Lord was a very profound person, but I didn't expect him to be so easily provoked!"
"Who is He Wushuang? He's the number one legend who fought his way out of our realm!"
"In a battle against those in the same realm, he slaughtered even the true immortal leaders of the Immortal Ancient Era like mowing grass."
"This guy surnamed Jiang thinks too highly of himself and dares to provoke He Wushuang when they are at the same cultivation level. He's practically courting death!"
In An Lan's view, unless it's an absolute crushing power, no one in the realm of True Immortals can defeat He Wushuang at his peak.
However, Yu Tuo, standing to the side, did not appear as optimistic as An Lan.
Yu Tuo's eyes remained fixed on Jiang Chen, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. In fact, due to his excessive contemplation, the dark matter around him began to become somewhat disordered.
"Anlan, don't be too happy yet."
Yu Tuo spoke in a deep voice, his tone carrying a strong sense of apprehension:
"I just sensed it carefully, and even though he suppressed his cultivation level, his Dao heart remained as firm as a rock."
"And don't forget the rumors about this man."
Yu Tuo looked at An Lan and said, word by word:
"Although he is not well-known in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, he is well-known in the Boundary Sea..."
"According to those old monsters who have lived for countless epochs, he was also a ruthless person who swept through the entire younger generation of the Immortal Realm and made countless geniuses in forbidden zones tremble with fear."
"This battle may not be as optimistic as you expect."
Although An Lan snorted coldly, her grip on the gun tightened unconsciously.
...
At this time, outside the Imperial Pass.
The crazed figure had already rushed to the outer edge of the battlefield.
Tang San was running too fast and tripped over various broken rocks several times along the way, his once handsome face covered with black mud.
But he didn't care at all.
He didn't even glance at the terrifying Immortal Refining Furnace, or at the god-like He Wushuang standing atop it.
His eyes were only on Jiang Chen, who was dressed in white.
"Immortal Lord! Lord Immortal Lord!"
Tang San was less than a hundred miles away from Jiang Chen. He had already begun to plan in his mind how to introduce his twin martial souls and Tang Sect's unique skills when he met the Immortal Lord.
"He saw me! He must have seen me!"
While shouting in his heart, Tang San put on what he considered a humble yet proud demeanor, exuding the arrogance of a genius.
He was preparing to embrace the pinnacle of his life, Tang San, at that moment when everyone was watching.
However, just as he was about to step into the core area of Jiang Chen's divine sense perception.
Jiang Chen's outstretched finger moved.
In an instant, time and space in the entire Imperial Pass battlefield seemed to be frozen in time.
Even Tang San, who was frantically fleeing, the cheering alien army, and Meng Tianzheng, who was resonating with the same emotion, were affected.
Everything froze.
Only the faint, yet primordial light emanating from Jiang Chen's fingertips magnified infinitely in He Wushuang's pupils.
That glimmer of light seemed extremely faint, and it didn't even cause any unusual phenomena in the heavens and earth.
But at the very moment it was pointed out, the boundaries of time and space seemed to be completely erased.
Standing atop the Immortal Refining Furnace, He Wushuang's indifferent eyes suddenly narrowed.
As an invincible prodigy from another realm who once slaughtered his contemporaries, he possesses extremely keen combat intuition.
In that clear light, he sensed a deadly crisis that could extinguish his fighting spirit.
"break!"
He Wushuang was not overconfident. He gripped a long, blood-dripping sword with both hands, and his dark red blood energy erupted from his body as he fiercely slashed down at the clear light.
The blade and the clear light collided in mid-air.
There was no deafening explosion, only an extremely dazzling halo that suddenly spread out from the point of impact, instantly evaporating the surrounding Tianyuan mist.
A moment later, the halo dissipated.
In mid-air, Jiang Chen maintained his posture with one hand behind his back, without even lifting the hem of his clothes.
Opposite him, He Wushuang still stood steadily on the rust-covered Immortal Refining Furnace.
He held his long sword horizontally in front of his chest, his long golden hair fluttering in the wind. He looked completely unharmed, without even taking a single step back.
Next!
Upon seeing this, the foreign army on the opposite bank of the abyss was initially stunned, but then erupted into a thunderous cheer.
"It's blocked!"
"As expected of Lord He Wushuang! The number one legend in our realm!"
"What Primordial Immortal Lord? Even with his cultivation suppressed, he's nothing compared to Lord He Wushuang!"
Countless alien creatures roared excitedly, while An Lan's face revealed a smug sneer.
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Meanwhile, in the Douluo Continent.
The Divine Realm Committee.
The gods, who had been feeling extremely oppressed by Jiang Chen's appearance, were instantly ignited when they saw He Wushuang take the attack unscathed.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The evil god suddenly stood up from his throne, pointed at the light screen in mid-air, and laughed so hard that tears almost streamed down his face.
"Did you see that! Did you all see that!"
"That so-called Immortal Lord, his ultimate move has been countered!"
Poseidon also let out a long breath, and a look of undisguised ecstasy finally appeared on his previously tense face.
"I've said it before, there's no such thing as a truly invincible being in this world."
The sea god paced back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back, his tone full of schadenfreude:
"This Primordial Immortal Lord, whether facing those Immortal Kings or the Dharma form of the Heavenly Venerable of the Boundary Sea, always acted arrogantly and with the attitude of defeating the enemy with one move."
"Does he really think he's an omniscient and omnipotent creator god?"
"Now look what's happened, you've finally met your match!"
Upon hearing this, the God of Evil snorted coldly and began to mock again.
"I just heard that foreign leader named An Lan say that this He Wushuang is their number one prodigy, killing True Immortals of the same realm as easily as cutting grass."
"This guy surnamed Jiang clearly has an absolute level of suppression, why not just slap him to death?"
"They insist on suppressing their cultivation level to the same True Immortal realm as the other party just to save face."
"What do you call this? This is called reaping what you sow, and you can't escape it!"
The gods all nodded in agreement, their expressions incredibly varied.
"Exactly, they're being far too arrogant!"
"Did he really think he was invincible among his peers? Turns out, He Wushuang easily blocked his attack without even taking a step back."
"I think he's in a bind now."
"The words have already been spoken. If I am defeated by He Wushuang at the same level, or even seriously injured, then the Primordial Immortal Court will have completely lost face!"
"I'm really looking forward to seeing if he'll still be as nonchalant as he is now when He Wushuang tramples him underfoot."
In an instant, all the gods felt that Jiang Chen's invincible image had been shattered the moment He Wushuang received that finger strike.
They couldn't wait to see the Primordial Immortal Lord, who had always been above them, get a severe slap in the face from the alien geniuses, and even perish on the spot.
...
Meanwhile, in Perfect World, at the borderland imperial pass.
The cheers of the foreign army still echoed between heaven and earth.
But He Wushuang, standing on the Immortal Refining Furnace, was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.
Others may not see through it, but he himself understands it perfectly.
Just a moment ago, the blade made contact with that beam of light.
A power he couldn't comprehend at all, one that completely surpassed the level of a True Immortal, surged directly into his body along the longsword.
On the surface, he did not back down an inch.
But in reality...
"Click".
An extremely faint cracking sound came from inside the longsword in his hand.
He Wushuang looked down.
The once incredibly sturdy, blood-red longsword that had slain countless celestial immortals was now covered with countless tiny cracks.
Not just knives.
Beneath his prized azure-gold armor, his avatar, formed from immortal battle intent, was also disintegrating uncontrollably.
"How is this possible..."
A storm raged in He Wushuang's heart.
He knew very well that the other party had genuinely suppressed their cultivation level to the True Immortal stage.
But why?
Why is it that, despite both being True Immortals, the opponent's seemingly effortless flick of a finger almost shattered his undying fighting spirit that had endured countless ages?
If it weren't for the strong fighting spirit he left in this Immortal Refining Furnace back then, he wouldn't even have been left with ashes after that attack!
"We can't wait any longer."
A hint of apprehension finally surfaced in He Wushuang's indifferent eyes.
He knew that if he continued to let his opponent make a move, he would definitely not be able to withstand a second attack.
To win, to survive, you must take the initiative and go all out!
"kill!"
He Wushuang roared and absorbed all the remaining crimson flames in the Immortal Refining Furnace into his body without holding back.
In an instant, his aura surged to an extremely terrifying peak, and the killing intent belonging to the number one genius of the alien realm completely tore apart the surrounding void.
"All things are empty!"
He Wushuang gripped the sword with both hands, and transformed into a streak of crimson lightning, directly traversing the distance of space and appearing above Jiang Chen's head.
The long sword, carrying the terrifying power to annihilate an entire era, slashed fiercely down towards Jiang Chen's head!
This one strike sealed off all escape routes.
Meng Tianzheng, standing on the city wall, gasped when he saw the strike.
Even a newly ascended immortal like him would likely perish if faced with this strike.
However, faced with this fatal blow...
Jiang Chen simply raised his head slightly.
"Good timing."
Jiang Chen spoke calmly, without even trying to avoid the question.
He slowly extended his right hand and reached out with his bare hands to grab the falling blade.
"Arrogant!" An Lan, on the other side of Tianyuan, sneered when she saw this scene.
How could one catch Crane Warrior's deadly strike with bare hands?
That's practically suicide!
But the next second, An Lan's cold smile froze on her face.
"when!"
A crisp metallic clang rang out, and the blood-red longsword actually stopped just inches above Jiang Chen's head.
Jiang Chen's two fingers firmly gripped the blade.
No matter how much He Wushuang tried to activate his magic, the long sword remained rooted to the spot and did not budge.
"This... how is this possible?" He Wushuang's pupils widened in shock as she looked at the white-robed man before her, feeling a sense of despair for the first time.
Both are true fairylands.
Why is the gap so large?
"Your fighting spirit is commendable."
Looking at He Wushuang so close to him, Jiang Chen gave a fair assessment.
"But that's all."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chen slightly twisted the two fingers holding the blade.
"Bang!"
In an instant, the blood-red longsword that had accompanied He Wushuang for countless eras shattered on the spot!
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Chen transformed his fingers into a palm and casually struck He Wushuang in front of him.
This palm strike looked incredibly slow, devoid of any dramatic flair.
But He Wushuang found that the space-time around him had been completely locked. Not only that, he couldn't even move a finger and could only watch helplessly as the palm struck his chest.
Faced with Jiang Chen's seemingly effortless palm strike, He Wushuang felt an unprecedented life-or-death crisis.
Although his space was locked, the pride of a prodigy from another realm within him would not allow him to dissipate.
"break!"
He Wushuang let out a furious roar in his heart.
Immediately afterwards, mysterious and ancient golden runes suddenly emerged from the surface of his skin.
These golden runes rapidly intertwined, emanating an aura of eternal indestructibility, and actually managed to force open a crack in the surrounding solidified space.
The Immortal Sutra!
This was the supreme scripture of the Heavenly Horned Ant clan that he had obtained. Although it was incomplete, it could still be called an immortal physical body that could withstand the obliteration of the Great Dao.
Seeing the golden runes emerging from He Wushuang's body, Jiang Chen's hand, which had been slapping out, paused slightly.
"The Immortal Sutra?"
Jiang Chen looked at He Wushuang, who was fighting desperately, and his tone became more casual:
"To be able to push this technique to this level with only a wisp of remaining fighting spirit, you're quite a character."
"Very well, if that's how it is, then so be it."
After saying that, Jiang Chen withdrew his hand.
Then, he brought his index and middle fingers together, forming a sword-like shape, and casually waved the two fingers.
"Whoosh."
A plain, clear sword light flew out from the fingertip.
However, this seemingly ordinary sword light made He Wushuang's eyes widen the moment it appeared.
He desperately activated the Undying Scripture, gathering the golden runes all over his body in front of his chest in an attempt to block the attack.
But this is not the complete Immortal Sutra.
(End of chapter)