Legend of Swordsman

Time!

....That represented the most powerful Origin Source.

Jian Wushuang, a Dao Lord, could hardly control it.

Even a supreme-peak powerhouse like Moluo couldn’t perceive the essence of time.

Unless the space reached the perfect state of the universe, only then could one sense time. Among the supreme-peak experts, those at the perfect level, like Wu Zuo, could gain recognition from the Origin Source of Time.

A sword floated.

The world slowed down, yet it remained constant, making it impossible for anyone to resist.

Mie Sheng’s round eyes widened, and he reached out abruptly. Although it seemed fast compared to the sword shadow, there was no way he could catch it.

His palm couldn’t grasp the sword shadow at all.

Instead, his entire arm began to compress without any external harm. A round arm turned into a thin sheet of paper.

Mie Sheng, who wanted to pull away, felt fear!

“How can you control time? This is impossible!” Mie Sheng couldn’t believe it.

The plan was initially perfect: use Jiang Shang to attract Jian Wushuang, while Mie Sheng himself blocked Zhen Ling.

His ambitions were immense.

Although the power of Death and the power of Life restrained each other, they could blend together.

The collision just now, the merging of the power of Death and the power of Life, unleashed a power unimaginable, stronger than any other force.

If he could merge with Jian Wushuang, wielding both the power of Death and the power of Life… Undoubtedly, his strength would instantly soar to the pinnacle.

Mastering these two forces would lead him onto the path of true invincibility.

What he never expected was that Jian Wushuang not only mastered the power of Life but also could create such a powerful mastery.

Within this skill, the true meaning of time was contained, reaching the level of cosmic secret arts.

Unexpected!

Perhaps not.

Hu Qing’s physical body, from the arm to the entire body, as well as the surrounding thousands of miles, all turned into a painting.

The deathly aura completely dissipated, leaving no trace behind.

Before the extinction of this clone, there was a mix of reluctance and madness in its eyes.

For Mie Sheng, the stronger Jian Wushuang became, the more excited he felt.

This time, his preparation was not thorough enough, but Jian Wushuang wouldn’t be so lucky next time.

His true self could detain Zhen Ling in the Origin Source Sea and move freely, possessing the strength of a Sixth Tribulation realm.

A mere Dao Lord like Jian Wushuang couldn’t stop him.

The aura of Death now shrouded the Four Great Secret Realms.

The Origin Source Sea!

Zhen Ling was furious, staring at old man standing on a flat boat before him, with a twitch at the corner of his eye.

“I know you!” Zhen Ling pointed at the figure, his eyes filled with wariness.

Mie Sheng!

Once one of the four Sixth Tribulation realm powerhouses in the Moro Temporal Space, and the only one who didn’t ally with the Qishen Temple.

In ancient times, Mie Sheng kept a low profile and disappeared when the Moro Temporal Space was destroyed.

They thought he had fallen, but he turned out to be alive and in the Qishen Temple.

A Sixth Tribulation realm infiltrating the Qishen Temple!

This was quite something.

Mie Sheng and Zhen Ling didn’t immediately engage in combat but stood at a distance.

Unlike Zhen Ling’s wariness, Mie Sheng’s eyes were filled with mockery.

“You really disappoint me!” Mie Sheng stared at Zhen Ling and continued, “I have decided on Jian Wushuang. Even if the Qishen Temple is reborn, it won’t be able to protect him. I guarantee it!”

This wasn’t just empty talk but genuine confidence.

Zhen Ling stared fixedly at Mie Sheng, coldly saying, “I’m afraid your appetite is too big, and you won’t be able to devour him!”

This statement surprised Mie Sheng, his pupils contracting. He said in astonishment, “It seems you know something you shouldn’t!”

“Haha, the combination of Death and Life, what’s so difficult to guess!” Zhen Ling awkwardly laughed.

His poor acting skills couldn’t escape Mie Sheng’s notice.

Mie Sheng kept staring at Zhen Ling.

Then, his expression softened slightly, and the small boat transformed into a broken ancient ship, slowly retreating. Before disappearing, he left behind a sentence, “Now that you know, you shouldn’t have intervened in this matter. Don’t forget, the purpose of Qishen Temple is for the rebirth of Qishen!”

“Who is born, and who dies, I will decide!” Zhen Ling spoke as if he himself was the master of the entire world. In his spiritual consciousness, there was only one interpretation—that is to revive the glorious era of Qishen Temple in ancient times, and nothing else.

As Mie Sheng withdrew, Zhen Ling sighed in relief. His expression became extremely solemn as he casually tore open space and directly headed to the Human Realm.

The great battle in the Human Realm had just concluded.

Hu Qing transformed into a portrait, depicting his catching a blade with one hand, exuding a strong martial aura.

Unfortunately, it remained frozen at that moment.

Jian Wushuang lowered his head, looking at the floating image in the void.

With a point of his finger, the image turned into a blade, instantly cutting out Hu Qing’s portrait. The rest of the desert, transformed into images, were swept away by the sharp Sword Qi, as if they had never appeared here.

Jiang Shang anxiously wanted to rush up but was blocked by Moluo.

Carefully putting away Hu Qing’s portrait, Jian Wushuang found it couldn’t be stored in a mustard seed, indicating that there was still hope for Hu Qing. Jian Wushuang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If he really had beheaded Hu Qing, he wouldn’t be able to face anyone in the future.

Not only would he have killed Hu Qing’s disciple, but he would also have killed Hu Qing himself.

“He’s not dead!” Jian Wushuang turned to look at Jiang Shang, appearing calm, knowing that Zhen Ling would arrive soon.

Jiang Shang’s breath was unstable; the strength he had just burst out with was indeed powerful, but it had now subsided.

Jian Wushuang was exhausted too. He exhausted the Origin Source of the Sword Dao with that single, complete strike.

The transformation of the power of LLife into the power of All Things required an hour of continuous replenishment.

This sword move was the strongest he had wielded so far, and it was also the most powerful secret technique he could dominate within the supreme-peak.

Being able to unleash it was already quite remarkable; he had not expected it to be like other techniques, cutting millions of times with every breath.

It was estimated that even after reaching the rank of Emperor, it would be difficult for him to achieve that.

If he could reach that level, he might truly be invincible within the supreme-peak.

Now, a single sword strike could seal the fate of formidable opponents entering the supreme-peak, and not even Moluo might be able to withstand it.

He could indeed dominate within the supreme-peak.

It was just a pity that it was too singular; the only threat to the supreme-peak was this one sword move.

Splash!

Zhen Ling descended personally, and a terrifying aura dispersed. Jian Wushuang and Moluo quickly bowed in respect.

Jiang Shang had encountered Zhen Ling’s avatar before, so she knew Zhen Ling’s identity. However, facing several attempts on her life, she harbored hostility towards Zhen Ling.

Initially thinking it was Jian Wushuang plotting behind her back, now knowing it was Zhen Ling, she felt relieved.

If it was indeed because of her that Master Hui Qng was affected, then she would give her life for it.

“Tsk tsk, quite impressive!” Zhen Ling pressed down with a hand, indicating for Jian Wushuang and the others to rise. He walked directly to Jiang Shang.

Jiang Shang lowered her head, fists clenched.

Facing the Zhen Ling, even if she erupted again, there was no chance of victory. Faced with Zhen Ling, she had no choice but to let herself be slaughtered, a situation that caused the Origin Source within her to undergo another transformation.