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“Are you here to stop my son from ascending to the position of Grand Yan Immortal?”

Jian Wushuang’s heart sank when he heard that. He had a bad feeling.

“Tell me, where are they? If he didn’t say it, the Shangjun Sect would definitely die a tragic death!”

The figure in the black robe was none other than Qin Zun, the Sect Master of the Shangjun Sect, and Qin Tuo was his son.

Faced with Jian Wushuang’s interrogation, he paid no heed and anger began to show in his eyes.

“All elders and disciples of Shangjun Sect, listen up. Hurry to the Heavenly Pavilion and kill the enemies!”

Jian Wushuang’s face turned cold. “Do you want all the disciples to die with you?”

“You guys deserve to die!” Qin Zun said angrily, “You’re just a puny little Yan Immortal. I can kill you with a flip of my hand!”

Jian Wushuang felt disgusted and raised his hand to slap him.

Unmatched Yan Power surged instantaneously, carrying an overwhelming force.

Qin Zun reacted quickly, raising both arms to meet the attack, and his Yan Power rose to shatter Jian Wushuang’s assault.

As the Sect Master of Shangjun Sect, he had already comprehended his own Immortal Style several years ago, and was only a step away from becoming a Grand Yan Immortal.

Faced with Jian Wushuang, who was only at the Yan Immortal realm, he naturally didn’t take him seriously.

However, in the following moments, Qin Zun realized how absurd his thoughts had been.

Unusually, Jian Wushuang rushed forward with a faint bloodlust in his eyes.

His speed was so astonishing that when Qin Zun finally reacted, a heavy punch struck his chest.

A crisp sound of bones breaking echoed as his chest caved in, and then his entire body was sent flying a hundred yards, crashing into ruins.

Jian Wushuang moved like a ghost, and by the time Qin Zun landed, he had already arrived in front of him, delivering another powerful punch.

The distinct sound of bones breaking resonated once more.

Even though Qin Zun was a quasi-Grand Yan Immortal with an incredibly robust Immortal body, he was still no match for Jian Wushuang.

Dust flew everywhere, and intense shockwaves rippled.

None of the Shangjun Sect’s elders and disciples dared to take a step forward after hearing Qin Zun’s order.

Blood Qi swirled around like a sea of blood.

This was Jian Wushuang’s Slaughter Dao, and only his Slaughter Dao could produce such pure Blood Qi.

In the span of ten breaths, a total of 10,000 punches, each one landing squarely on Qin Zun’s Immortal body.

When Jian Wushuang finally stopped, Qin Zun was on the brink of death.

His immortal bones were shattered, and there was no hope of recovery in the short term.

Slowly exhaling a heavy breath, he lifted his hand and tossed Qin Zun, who was like a dead dog, far away, then fixed his gaze on the ground beneath his feet.

With the Slaughter Dao infused in him, Jian Wushuang’s sensitivity to Blood Qi had reached an unprecedented level, and he sensed the unrest in the ground beneath him.

This was the very center of the Upper Equivalence Sect’s main hall, where the Yan power and Blood Qi were most concentrated, and it was highly likely that Qin Tuo’s hiding place was here.

With this in mind, Jian Wushuang no longer hesitated. He turned his right hand, and an invisible sword materialized.

Then, he forcefully thrust the Invisible Sword into the ground.

The next moment, the entire Immortal mountain trembled, and an indescribable wave erupted.

All the elders and disciples of the Shangjun Sect were once again pushed back a hundred feet, and even Chen Qing and Chun Qiu could not stand their ground and were forced back a hundred feet as well.

The Immortal clouds dispersed, and the towering Immortal mountain was riddled with cracks, and pure golden intent flowed within the fissures.

Then the Immortal mountain shattered, turning into heavy rocks that fell into the mountain stream.

As the Immortal mountain disintegrated, a mass of Blood Qi, like a scorching sun, rose from it.

The Blood Qi were chaotic, emitting a strange color, with an indescribably dark black at its core that even Jian Wushuang couldn’t see through.

However, the aura emitted by this Blood Qi seemed to have crossed that threshold.

As the Blood Qi rose, the entire Heavenly Region was dyed red.

Jian Wushuang frowned as he felt the inexplicable familiarity again.

The Blood Qi gradually dissipated. In the center of the chaos was a figure.

He was none other than Qin Tuo, whose head had been severed earlier.

At this moment, his entire body was covered in dark red patterns, and in the void behind him, there was a tightly closed eye wheel suspended in the air.

The aura emitted by Qin Tuo far exceeded that of an Immortal, truly reaching the realm of a Grand Yan Immortal.

Although the difference between a Yan Immortal and a Grand Yan Immortal was only a thin line, it was an unimaginable chasm that 99 percent of Yan Immortals could not cross. Only less than 1 percent of Yan Immortals could ascend to the position of a Grand Yan Immortal.

The difficulty of this was simply indescribable.

Jian Wushuang frowned. At this moment, he did not care if Qin Tuo was a Grand Yan Immortal or not. What he was most worried about was the whereabouts of Cui Jing and the others.

“This is the power of intent that only Grand Yan Immortals can control? How wonderful.” Qin Tuo smiled wickedly and looked forward.

Their eyes met, and Qin Tuo made the first move!

He casually flicked his hand, and the chains of the Great Dao formed by his power of extension directly entwined around Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang’s Sword Intent soared into the sky.

Facing the countless chains of the Great Dao, a million Sword Intents converged into one line, boldly confronting them.

Clang!

The heavens and the earth trembled, and at this moment, the chains of the Great Dao were shattered, but the million Sword Intents continued their momentum, directly attacking Qin Tuo.

Crimson Blood Qi surged and collided head-on.

Moreover, at this moment, the enormous eye wheel suspended in the void behind Qin Tuo slowly opened.

T

he vertical pupils were ice-cold, devoid of any emotion, only exuding a beguiling, captivating intent.

With the opening of this eye wheel, everything quietly changed.

Anyone who made eye contact with it, including Yan Immortals, would be directly ensnared.

At this moment, all the disciples and even the elders of the Shangjun Sect were ensnared, and they began to madly fight each other.

Gu Ting was greatly alarmed, and he almost succumbed as well. However, Chen Qing slapped him back to reality, holding his face in shock as he watched this scene.

“Don’t look at that eye. I can save you once, but I can’t guarantee a second time,” Chen Qing warned him before falling silent.

After jointly constructing a barrier, Chun Qiu looked worriedly at Jian Wushuang’s back. This bewitching power was too strange, and a slight lapse in judgment could lead to becoming ensnared.

If Jian Wushuang were to be ensnared, things would become completely uncontrollable.

Facing the eye wheel with its bewitching power, Jian Wushuang furrowed his brow. As a master of perfect Divine Sense, he naturally sensed the bewitching power emanating from the eye wheel, primarily designed to erode one’s Divine Sense.

For ordinary Yan Immortals, a slight mistake might lead to being ensnared.

“Have you had enough of your bewitching?” Jian Wushuang frowned, then raised his hand and slapped it toward Qin Tuo.

This palm, containing boundless Sword Intent, was like a hurricane. It effortlessly severed the chains of the Great Dao and descended upon Qin Tuo’s Immortal body and the enormous eye wheel behind him.

Qin Tuo hadn’t expected that Jian Wushuang would not be affected by the bewitching power. He also hadn’t expected such a rapid counterattack.

So much so that he did not even have time to react and had to forcibly withstand this powerful and heavy blow