Immortals of the End Times

The moment Zhao Wuji broke through the divine sense blockade, Wang Wujiang keenly sensed it, and the blood moon in his double pupils suddenly shone brightly, reflecting the sinister face of "Wang Shouyun".

The moment he saw that face clearly, his expression changed, and his mind exploded like a thunderclap: "You wretched creature, it's you?!"

The crimson divine sense transformed into ten thousand sharp cones that pierced towards Zhao Wuji, but they all shattered when they touched the area within three zhang of Zhao Wuji.

Three sobering stones had somehow appeared suspended in mid-air, their wine-like patterns shining like red stars, forming a triangular barrier.

Zhao Wuji drew two swords across his brow with his fingers together, and the Cold Soul Flying Sword shot out like lightning, twisting the remaining divine consciousness into a sky full of red mist.

"wrong!"

Wang Wujiang suddenly stopped, his white hair standing still in the gale, his spiritual senses, now at the peak of his Golden Core cultivation, frantically issuing warnings.

This "Wang Shouyun" is too skilled. His spiritual strength far surpasses that of Wang Shouyun and has actually reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm!

"Late stage of Golden Core cultivation. Long-planned."

Wang Wujiang's eyes flashed with a blood-red light as his divine sense swept back and forth across a radius of hundreds of miles.

He was a shrewd and experienced man, and immediately realized that something was amiss.

To be able to take someone away right under his nose must have been a long-planned scheme.

This Wang Shouyun must be someone else in disguise!

Seeing that Wang Wujiang was only using his divine sense to pursue him, while his figure was still lingering on Balong Mountain, Zhao Wuji thought to himself, "This old thief is indeed cautious and calm. He's not even taking the bait. It seems he hasn't been stimulated enough."

A glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly burst into laughter. As his sleeves rolled up, a mysterious light suddenly appeared in the heavens.

"Old Wang, look who this is!"

As the light faded, Hua Qingshuang's aloof and stunning figure was already in his arms, her snow-white Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

"I've taken away the future hope of your Wang family."

As he spoke, before Hua Qingshuang could react, he suddenly kissed her on the forehead.

"You old dog guarding the house, just sit back and watch!"

"Qing Shuang!!"

Wang Wujiang's eyes were bloodshot, and his consciousness erupted like a volcano.

The blood talisman that had been imprisoning Hua Qingshuang's golden core showed no reaction, which only fueled his shock and anger.

But then, he suddenly stopped: "No, this kid is clearly trying to lure me out of the mountains!"

Just as Wang Wujiang hesitated, Zhao Wuji smiled slightly and waved his hand again.

He also hoisted the silver-haired old lady, Hua Feng, onto his shoulder, and the two of them soared into the sky with him.

"Wang Wujiang! You old scoundrel, you can't even protect your own treasures, what face do you have to call yourself a hero?! You don't want the Hua family grandmother and granddaughter, but I want them, I'll take them both."

With a long laugh, Zhao Wuji's sword flashed, and his figure shot off into the distance like lightning.

"How dare you, you brat!!"

Wang Wujiang finally erupted in fury.

To my utter surprise, even Hua Feng was carried away by this madman; this is simply humiliating.

"Roar!"

Xiang Yu's head roared at his feet, and the thirty-six chains rattled loudly.

He could no longer restrain himself; his white hair danced wildly like mad snakes, and he chased after the enemy with overwhelming killing intent.

"If I don't tear you to pieces today, I swear I'm not a human being!"

The overwhelming pressure of a fully-fledged Golden Core cultivator erupted, causing the entire Tyrant Dragon Mountain to tremble violently.

At this moment, Wang Wujiang no longer cared about any schemes or plots; he had only one thought in his mind.

We must grind this audacious fellow to dust!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Wang Wujiang's white hair danced wildly as he stepped into the void, creating a blood-red ripple beneath his feet. His figure tore through the sky like a blood-red meteor.

On his face, the illusory head of Xiang Yu appeared ferociously, his double pupils shone with a bright blood-red light, echoing the real head in the Tyrant Dragon Mountain behind him, which made his speed increase by another three points!
"So fast!"

Zhao Wuji felt a chill run down his spine, sensing that the menacing aura behind him was rapidly approaching, like a leech clinging to his bone.

Although he had already condensed two golden cores and used the Wind Control Technique to fly away at full speed, Wang Wujiang was, after all, at the peak of the Golden Core realm, and with the blessing of Xiang Yu's head, his escape speed was actually slightly ahead of his!
"This old monster... is truly troublesome!"

A cold glint flashed in his eyes. He held nothing back, abruptly forming a hand seal and uttering a low shout: "Sword light splits, escape!"

"Zheng!!"

A clear sword sound resounded through the sky.

Zhao Wuji's figure suddenly blurred, and a dazzling sword light burst forth from his body. He seemed to transform into a stream of light that tore through the heavens and earth, and his speed suddenly increased dramatically!

"Young man, don't you dare leave!"

Wang Wujiang's eyes widened in fury, and he let out a deafening roar.

How could he allow Zhao Wuji to get away like this?

Hua Qingshuang is crucial to his grand plan to control Xiang Yu's head, while Hua Feng is key to the Wang family's control over the Hua clan!

If these two are lost, the Wang family's thousand-year plan will surely come to naught!
"Even if I chase you to the ends of the earth, I will tear you to pieces!"

He gritted his teeth and unleashed his magical power, his body engulfed in raging flames. He spared no expense in conserving his inner energy, increasing his speed to relentlessly pursue Zhao Wuji's figure.

Whizzing! !
The two of them, one in front of the other, streaked across the sky like two meteors, heading straight for thousands of miles away!

The more Wang Wujiang pursued, the more alarmed he became, his heart burning with rage, yet also filled with a hint of suspicion.

This person's spiritual power appears to be only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, yet his escape speed is comparable to mine, and he even seems to be on the verge of breaking free. From which crack in the rock did he emerge?!

"Kill them! They must not be spared!"

He swiftly retrieved a communication talisman, his divine sense surging, and shouted sharply, "Shouzhen! Xuanyin! Come and help me at once!"

The talisman burned out, turning into two beams of light that flickered and disappeared.

Right now, he had no time to ponder whether there was another ambush behind Zhao Wuji.

The loss of Hua Qingshuang and Hua Feng severed the foundation of the Wang family and robbed them of their future and hope!
Today, even if it means facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, he will surely kill this boy and take back the two of them!
Meanwhile, in the wilderness five hundred miles away.

"It really... it's been lured out!?"

The four elders of the Qilin Sword Sect were so agitated by the overwhelming spiritual pressure that their hair and beards stood on end.

The Fifth Elder beside him turned deathly pale as he watched a blinding golden sun, carrying immense spiritual power, sweep across the sky.

Wherever it passed, mountains trembled and ancient trees were broken.

In the golden light, the figure of Wang Wujiang, with his white hair dancing wildly, could be vaguely seen.

"That Zhao Wuji can actually provoke Wang Wujiang!"

The Fifth Elder's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared intently at the sword light that flashed like lightning in the distance, chased by golden light. "Quickly go and ask the Sect Master Tian!"

"Get into formation!"

The two shouted in unison, and the seventy-two source crystals instantly became bright.

The teleportation array already engraved on the ground suddenly lit up with a dazzling silver light.

The dozen or so ancient spirit stones embedded in the array patterns, including the Void Stone, all exploded one after another.

The vortex of spiritual energy drained away the spiritual energy like a giant whale sucking up water.

This formation was originally set up according to the standard of a Golden Core cultivator at the peak of his cultivation, but now it is creaking under the strain due to insufficient load-bearing capacity.

Thousands of miles away, in the forbidden area of ​​the Qilin Sword Sect.

"Om!!"

The jade sword hanging at Mo Wenjian's waist suddenly drew three inches from its sheath on its own, its sound like a dragon's roar.

"coming!?"

He suddenly looked up and saw that the teleportation array outside the valley was as bright as the moon. The void inside the array was twisted and collapsed, and the character "Speed" written by the Fourth Elder with blood ink appeared on its own!

"Sword Lord!" Mo Wenjian cried out urgently, before the words had even faded...
"Shh!"

A bright sword light shot into the sky from the depths of the valley, splitting the clouds and mist wherever it passed.

Even though the figure of the Sword Master Wentian was still ten feet away, the chilling sword intent had already frozen Mo Wenjian's eyebrows and eyelashes with frost.

"Good lad, he actually managed to do it!"

The white-robed swordsman stood with his hands behind his back in front of the formation, a soft laugh coming from beneath his hazy face.

The next instant, he lightly stepped on the center of the formation.

"Boom!"

The entire valley shook violently, and the ground within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) of the teleportation array suddenly sank.

The void stone supporting the formation shattered simultaneously.

The figure of the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven transformed into a sword rainbow that tore through the heavens and earth amidst the dust of spirit stones, and instantly disappeared into the formation!
Whoosh! !

Above the wilderness, the Frost Soul Flying Sword streaked across the sky like a blue meteor as Zhao Wuji carried the two away, the Frost Soul Flying Sword almost smoking from the friction.

He ate two Heavenly Wood Pills midway to restore his consciousness and relied on the Pot Heaven Space to replenish his spiritual power. He had done his best and always maintained a distance of three hundred miles.

Three hundred miles behind.

“Junior!!”

Wang Wujiang's roar shattered the clouds, and his white hair danced wildly like mad snakes.

His withered fingers suddenly clenched, and a long, crimson spear shot out from his sleeve.

The domineering blood aura wrapped around the spear instantly ignited the air, transforming into a crimson lightning bolt that stretched across the sky!
"Boom!"

Where the spear passed, the clouds for a hundred miles were torn apart like cloth.

The intense heat generated by high-speed friction melted the air along the way into a fiery tail, and the sonic boom cloud stirred up by the spear tip bloomed like a lotus flower, shaking the forest below and causing it to collapse like waves.

Coming soon!

"Chi!!"

Before the crimson spear tip even reached his body, the chilling killing intent tore through the sky, like an invisible spike formed from raging flames, piercing Zhao Wuji's back.

His body suddenly sank, and his protective robe ripped open from his back.

"Humph!"

Zhao Wuji exhaled two streams of white breath from his nostrils, his blood-fiend spiritual energy secretly circulating within his body. Beneath his thin robe, his muscles writhed like a dragon, and his spine crackled with each segment as he forcefully withstood the onslaught with the power of his martial arts cultivation.

At the critical moment, the distance between them widened again.

"boom!!"

A deafening explosion came from behind.

The blood-red spear was a fraction too slow. The violent shockwave from its tip rushed towards Zhao Wuji like an angry dragon, but it was blocked by the layers of pale blue gale shield formed by the Wind Control Technique when it reached three zhang around Zhao Wuji.

"Click, click!"

The protective shield of the gale shattered like glass, and the aftershocks struck the robe, only creating ripples.

How could the powerful physique of someone in the late stage of the Martial Courage Realm be shaken by such aftershocks?
"Old dog, is that all you've got?"

Zhao Wuji turned around to provoke him, then pointed and drew a line without looking back.

"Zheng!"

The Frost Soul Sword shot out from his sleeve, its blade carrying a chilling aura, leaving behind streaks of azure ice walls.

Almost at the same time.

"Boom boom boom!"

Three crimson pillars of energy erupted from the spear, tearing towards it like ferocious dragons.

The layers of ice walls shattered instantly.

The moment the two magical treasures collided, the Cold Soul Sword trembled and flew back.

The aftershocks of the collision pressed down like the sky collapsing.

With a loud "crack," the top of a hundred-zhang-tall mountain below was shaved off by three zhang!

Amidst the swirling rocks and collapsing clouds, Zhao Wuji's movements faltered slightly, and his speed decreased abruptly.

"Wuji, let me shatter my core!"

Hua Qingshuang had been watching the battle with bated breath, her heart pounding. She didn't know if it was because Zhao Wuji had bitten her earlier or because she was too nervous. At this moment, her snow-white Taoist robe fluttered without wind, and she suddenly spoke up to remind him.

"No, it's not time yet!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly made a sword gesture and flicked his sleeve to put Hua Qingshuang and Hua Feng back into the Pot Heaven space.

His figure transformed into a beam of sword light, increasing his speed by another third, and he continued to fly towards his target location.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Wang Wujiang, his white hair bristling with rage, descended from the sky, stepping on Xiang Yu's head.

In that brief moment of hesitation, the distance between the two sides had been reduced by two hundred miles!
"boom!"

The divine sense of a Golden Core cultivator, having reached perfection, crashed down like a tsunami, distorting even the void itself.

Zhao Wuji's neck veins bulged, and the illusory Xiang Yu's head on his face suddenly solidified: "Come!"

The blood moon revolved within the double pupils, and the four divine thought cores erupted simultaneously.

His divine sense transformed into a sword, fiercely meeting the attack!
"boom!!"

The moment the two divine senses collided, an invisible ripple exploded in the void.

Zhao Wuji's body trembled violently, and a wisp of golden blood spilled from all seven orifices at the same time.

The four cores of divine consciousness within his sea of ​​consciousness were struck as if by lightning, trembling violently under the influence of the Nirvana Sword Intent and the Blood Fiend Sword Intent, and nearly shattered.

However, on the other side...
"Um?!"

Wang Wujiang's white hair stood on end in anger, and for a fleeting moment, a blood moon appeared in his double pupils.

The overwhelming, perfect divine consciousness surged back like a tidal wave, only to be forcibly cleaved open with a fissure.

The Nirvana Sword Intent was like a festering sore, a strange sword intent intertwined with despair and rebirth, causing even his perfectly formed Golden Core sea of ​​consciousness to ripple. "Junior."

Wang Wujiang's face was gloomy, and his withered hand stroked his brow.

This delay has reduced the distance between the two sides to 150 li!

In the blink of an eye
Wang Wujiang's powerful divine sense suddenly swept across the teleportation array on the ground, which had already lit up with spiritual energy vortexes.

"A teleportation array!?"

His pupils contracted sharply, and a bronze mirror suddenly flew out from his sleeve.

The mirror cracked with a "crackling" sound, revealing spiderweb-like patterns and bursting out an amazing beam of cyan light.

The outline of the figure within the vortex of spiritual energy from the teleportation array had already emerged.

"Zheng!"

A clear, melodious sword cry echoed from the heavens.

The sky cracked.

"boom--"

A silver line suddenly split open in the sky, instantly shattering the ancient blue mirror and transforming into thousands of sword beams that poured down.

Before the figure of the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven had even appeared, the sword light was already like the Milky Way hanging upside down from the heavens, and every ray of light contained a sharp sword intent that could cleave mountains and rivers.

"Light splitting into shadows?!"

Wang Wujiang's white hair stood on end in anger, and the blood moon in his double pupils spun wildly.

He stomped his foot on the air, and Xiang Yu's head roared deafeningly: "Li Wentian! How dare you lay a hand on my Wang family!"

Before the words were even finished, a sky full of sword shadows had already arrived.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Wang Wujiang clenched his fists loosely.

Thirty-six blood-red chains shot out from his sleeves, condensing into blood spears in mid-air.

The spear tip trembled, conjuring up countless blood-red afterimages.

Each strike carried a domineering aura capable of tearing through the void, fiercely meeting the overwhelming sword light.

The moment the swords and spears clashed, the entire world fell silent.

"Boom——!!!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, visible shockwaves spread out like ripples.

The mountains below split open instantly, and a large number of ancient trees were uprooted and shattered in mid-air, leaving only broken branches and leaves.

In the blink of an eye...
"ban!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly made a hand seal and shouted sharply, and the Qi-restricting technique transformed into invisible shackles that wrapped around Wang Wujiang's body.

Old Wang's figure suddenly froze, and the countless blood spear phantoms then showed subtle flaws.

"it is good!"

The voice of the Sword Lord of Asking the Heavens seemed to come from the heavens.

Unbeknownst to them, his figure had already risen to the heavens. Suddenly, the thousands of sword lights converged and focused in front of his figure, transforming into an extremely dazzling silver dragon.

Where the sword light passed, even the void was torn open with dark cracks, and it aimed straight for Wang Wujiang's throat with a speed beyond comprehension!
"Roar!!"

At the critical moment of life and death, a complete phantom image of Xiang Yu's head suddenly appeared on Wang Wujiang's face.

The blood moon in his double pupils burst forth with a blinding red light, and his body instantly exploded into a sky full of blood mist.

The mist surged as if it were alive, blurring the figure into nothingness at the critical moment.

"laugh!"

The silver dragon sword light hesitated slightly as it pierced the blood mist, but ultimately still managed to cut down a crimson arc of light.

laugh! !

Wang Wujiang screamed in agony as his left arm was severed at the shoulder!

"kill!"

Almost simultaneously, Zhao Wuji's figure transformed into a golden and red interwoven sword rainbow.

The Nirvana Sword Intent was unleashed to its fullest extent; even before the sword's edge arrived, the fierce killing intent caused the blood mist to churn violently.

A cold glint, like a meteor falling to earth, followed closely behind the Heaven-Asking Sword Light and pierced into the thickest part of the blood mist!

"boom!"

A muffled, thunderous explosion came from within the blood mist.

It was as if two peerless sharp blades crossed within a small space, shattering the void into pieces, but instead severing a phantom.

Zhao Wuji's expression changed. He felt as if the surrounding blood mist was filled with countless double pupils. He immediately realized that he had been hit by Wang Wujiang's pupil technique.

"Young man, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Amidst the blood mist, Wang Wujiang's white hair danced wildly as he roared, his imposing body suddenly growing three feet taller, like an ancient demon god awakening.

The terrifying pressure of a Golden Core cultivator at the peak of his cultivation swept out like a raging sea, instantly freezing the air within a hundred feet, making it suffocating.

"Zheng!"

A crimson spear tore through the sky, its tip bursting with blinding crimson light, and pierced straight for Zhao Wuji's throat like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave.

This strike was as fast as lightning. The domineering blood energy wrapped around the spear condensed into thirty-six blood-red chain phantoms in the air, sealing off all escape routes.

Zhao Wuji quickly formed a hand seal, and sword light surrounded and protected his body.

The moment the Frost Soul Flying Sword collided with the Blood Spear, the sword trembled violently and emitted a mournful cry.

Zhao Wuji's figure was forced to reappear from the sword light, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"If I don't extract your soul and refine your spirit today, I won't be able to quell the hatred in my heart!"

Wang Wujiang grinned maliciously and made a hand seal, causing the blood mist in the sky to suddenly shrink.

The thirty-six chains materialized from the void, coiling upwards like living things. Ancient runes appeared on each chain, emanating a terrifying aura that imprisoned the soul.

"This young man, though he has grasped the concept of sword light splitting, is unaware of Wang Wujiang's formidable power!"

Beyond the blood mist, the Sword Master of Asking Heaven held his sword in the air, his brows furrowed.

The terrifying sword light, poised to unleash its power, trembled slightly.

If this sword falls, even Zhao Wuji will likely be affected.

In the midst of the blood mist, at the critical moment, the blood moon in Zhao Wuji's double pupils suddenly shone brightly!
"The flow has stopped!"

He pointed his fingers like a sword.

A profound magic spell was drawn out from the air.

The blue light bursting from his fingertips was like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, precisely cutting into the chain rune nodes.

"Tsk!"

The chains of blood scattered across the sky snapped instantly, turning into a foul-smelling rain of blood. Zhao Wuji's figure instantly transformed into sword light, bursting out into the blood mist.

"What!?"

Wang Wujiang's pupils shrank sharply, clearly not expecting his family's secret technique to be so easily cracked.

"it is good!!"

A sharp light flashed in the eyes of the Sword Master Wentian, and his hovering sword finger finally fell down fiercely.

"Boom!"

From the heavens above, a dazzling sword light, as brilliant as an inverted Milky Way, slashed down.

The sword light suddenly split in mid-air, transforming into thousands of lightning-like fine sword energies that fell into the blood mist, each one carrying a sharp sword intent capable of cleaving mountains and rivers.

Stab! !
The blood mist was instantly swept away as if struck by countless lightning bolts that had transformed into roots!
"Do not!!"

Wang Wujiang roared and raised his Blood Fiend Spiritual Qi, but was cleaved in two by the rain of swords, his flesh and blood flying everywhere.

That powerful body, comparable to a magical artifact, was instantly covered with deep, bone-revealing sword marks.

"cut!"

Zhao Wuji quickly turned around, his figure transforming into the wind. With a change in his sword technique, the Cold Soul Flying Sword burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling cold light.

The sword traced a mysterious trajectory in the air, subtly carrying the essence of Nirvana Sword, and aimed straight for Wang Wujiang's heart like a white rainbow piercing the sun!
"clang!!"

The sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky.

The moment the sword touched his body, Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically.

Wang Wujiang's seemingly broken body was as hard as divine iron. Even the sharpest magic weapon, the Cold Soul Sword, could only penetrate three inches before it could not go any further.

"Golden Core True Form Realm?!"

He was shocked to realize that Wang Wujiang's martial arts cultivation level had reached a terrifying level comparable to the Golden Core True Form Realm of martial arts cultivation.

The golden light flowing beneath that skin clearly indicated that the body had been tempered to its limit, undoubtedly the result of years of cultivation relying on Xiang Yu's head.

"Crack!"

Wang Wujiang's withered, iron-like fingers suddenly clenched together, clamping the Cold Soul Flying Sword tightly in his palm.

The sword trembled violently, emitting a mournful cry. The azure sword light splashed in Wang Wujiang's palm, but could not escape the fingers that seemed to be cast from divine iron.

"Sword Lord of Asking Heaven!"

Wang Wujiang's white hair stood on end in anger, and the illusory head of Xiang Yu on his face suddenly solidified. Blood moons swirled in his double pupils as he sneered, "This is still the end of the Dharma era, the world of martial arts cultivators! With your sword and this brat's sword, you can't kill this old man!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force in his palm, and the Cold Soul Sword made a 'crackling' sound, actually being pinched and cracked.

"Really!?"

At that very moment, the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven, with his face as exquisite as a stone sculpture, eyes gleaming with sharp light, and white robes fluttering, took a step forward.

An astonishing ripple of spiritual energy instantly spread through the air.

"Boom!"

The world suddenly fell silent, and then rocks crumbled, ancient trees broke, and even the howling wind solidified.

Countless fragments of stone, broken wood, and air currents transformed into a sharp sword intent in an instant, converging at his fingertips like rivers flowing into the sea.

A three-inch sword of energy materialized out of thin air, its blade as transparent as crystal, yet within it, a galaxy hung upside down.

"This is."

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply, and the astonishing sword strike was reflected in his double pupils.

Before the sword light was even drawn, cracks had already appeared in the void!
"The Heaven-Questing Sword Technique: All Things Become Swords!?"

Wang Wujiang's expression changed drastically. His withered body retreated violently, and the phantom of Xiang Yu on his face roared deafeningly: "Xiang Yu!!"

The sound was like thunder, and the distant Balong Mountain trembled violently, with the thirty-six chains snapping taut.

The imprisoned skull of Xiang Yu broke free of some of its chains and, carrying a torrent of bloodlust, hurtled through the air!

"Peak Master, shatter your core!"

Zhao Wuji's divine sense was as swift as lightning, instantly transmitting his voice into the Pot Heaven space.

Within the Hutian space, the white Daoist robe, already poised to strike, fluttered without wind, and a cold light surged in his double pupils: "Break!"

"Crack!"

The inner golden core he had painstakingly cultivated shattered instantly!

"puff!"

Wang Wujiang's body suddenly trembled violently, and blood gushed from all seven orifices at the same time.

The sea of ​​consciousness connected to the blood talisman was struck as if by lightning, and the phantom image of Xiang Yu on his face suddenly dissipated.

"die!"

With a light stroke of his sword finger, the Heavenly Sword Master unleashed a three-inch sword of energy that pierced the sun like a white rainbow.

"laugh!"

Where the sword light passed, the void seemed to crack open with ravines.

Wang Wujiang's martial body, comparable to a magical artifact, was pierced through like paper, and his heart exploded into a bloody mist under the domineering sword intent.

The lingering sword energy pierced the earth, splitting a ten-mile stretch of mountains and rivers in two!
"boom!!"

The moment Wang Wujiang's broken body landed, it suddenly burst forth with a dazzling blood-red light. His broken bones, nourished by the domineering blood, regenerated with a "crackling" sound, and his flesh and blood intertwined rapidly like writhing red snakes.

The domineering Overlord True Blood within his body circulated rapidly, and even the blood chains flying around him carried True Blood, causing the hideous wound to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The domineering blood aura surrounding him grew increasingly intense, making him resemble a demon god crawling out of a sea of ​​blood.

Li Wentian, the Sword Master of Asking Heaven, narrowed his eyes and looked at the head of Xiang Yu flying from afar, his expression solemn.

My worst fears have come true.
"You think you can kill me on Wang family territory?!"

He was furious, his white hair danced wildly like mad snakes, and the blood moon swirled in his double pupils.

In the distance, the head of Xiang Yu, bound by thirty-six chains, roared deafeningly, bursting through the air with overwhelming murderous aura.

Wherever it passed, the void distorted, and the faint phantom of a battlefield with thousands of troops and horses appeared!
At this critical moment.
"King Xiang, help me!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly let out a long howl, and the illusory head of Xiang Yu at his neck suddenly solidified.

The blood moon shone brightly in his double pupils, staring at the approaching real head across the distance!

"Buzz!"

The void trembles!

The head of Xiang Yu, who was rushing towards him, suddenly stopped, his black hair dancing wildly like a waterfall.

Zhao Wuji quickly formed hand seals, and the hidden technique of head restoration he had laid earlier suddenly erupted.

Thirty-six fine spiritual threads, like roots, pierced into the skull, completely refining the last trace of lingering will.
(End of this chapter)