Immortals of the End Times

"What!?"

The moment Zhao Wuji manipulated Xiang Yu's head, Wang Wujiang's body trembled violently, and the boiling blood essence of the Overlord within his body suddenly receded like a tide.

The newly formed flesh at the wound site immediately loses its nourishment, and the healing speed slows down drastically.

For the first time, a look of horror appeared on his wrinkled old face: "You can actually control Xiang Yu's head?"

"kill!"

Would Zhao Wuji give him a chance to catch his breath?
With a swift movement, he transformed into a beam of sword light!

"Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!"

Four figures appeared simultaneously, like reflections in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water, occupying four different directions.

Each one was imbued with a completely different, earth-shattering sword intent, trapping Wang Wujiang within!

The figure from the east pointed his fingers like a sword, and the Cold Soul Flying Sword burst forth with the azure lotus sword energy.

The sword energy was like a dragon emerging from the sea, blooming into blue lotuses in the air. The lotus petals spun and cut through the void, carrying an endless and unrestrained sword intent, free and unrestrained, cutting through the wind and waves.

The Western figure flicked his finger, and the family's golden needle pierced out. The white lotus sword energy at the needle tip seemed slow but was actually fast, like the Milky Way pouring down. The white lotus phantom appeared in the bright sword light, and each petal contained the sad sorrow of hair turning from black in the morning to snow in the evening.

The figure from the north clasped his hands together, and the Yin-Yang sword energy of the True Martial Broken Sword rotated like a Tai Chi symbol.

The black and white energies intertwined to form a sword wheel the size of a millstone, which shredded the air into chaos wherever it passed.

The figure from the south pointed his fingers into a sword, and the Blood Fiend Sword flew out, its Nirvana Sword Intent soaring into the sky.

The crimson sword light resembled the phantom cry of a phoenix, carrying an incomparably exhilarating yet resolute killing intent, as if it were about to annihilate the heavens!
Four sword lights sealed the sky and locked the earth, forming the Four Symbols Sword Formation, cutting off all of Wang Wujiang's escape routes.

Before the sword even arrived, its fierce sword intent had already torn his domineering blood aura to shreds!

"Sword light splits, creating a dazzling display of sword light and shadow!?"

Li Wentian, the Sword Master of Asking Heaven, stopped his flying sword from striking, his eyes filled with surprise and admiration as he watched Zhao Wuji's figure as he unleashed his sword strikes.

Such talent in swordsmanship is truly astonishing; Mo Wenjian was not exaggerating.

This young man's swordsmanship talent may have surpassed that of the First Sword Master, Saint Kirin Kong Jingxian.

"die!"

Zhao Wuji and his four figures simultaneously roared and drew their swords, four sword lights tearing through the sky.

The Eastern Azure Lotus Sword Light struck first, its sword energy like a dragon emerging from the sea, and the Azure Lotus bloomed.

As the lotus petals spun, they cut out shockwaves that collided violently with the blood spear that Wang Wujiang had thrown backhand!
"clang--!!"

The spear tip burst forth with a blinding crimson light, and the domineering bloodlust surged like a raging torrent, actually shredding the Azure Lotus Sword Qi layer by layer.

The moment the lotus petals shattered, Wang Wujiang grinned and roared.

The Western White Lotus sword light, though seemingly slow, actually attacked with lightning speed.

The sword intent poured down like a silver river, and a white lotus phantom appeared hidden in the bright sword light. It suddenly turned and avoided the sharp edge like a fish in the gap between the sweeping blood spear!

"laugh!"

The white lotus sword energy swept across Wang Wujiang's neck, bringing with it a splash of golden-red blood.

"Little thief!"

Wang Wujiang roared, and the blood and evil energy on his body suddenly boiled, transforming into the true form of the ferocious Xiang Yu's head, which opened its mouth to devour the white lotus sword light!

But at this moment, the True Martial Sword of the North, carrying Yin and Yang sword energy, rolled across the void like a Tai Chi millstone and crashed into the Blood Fiend True Form!
"Click——!!"

The black and white sword wheel clashed with Xiang Yu's spiritual energy, and the shockwave exploded like thunder.

The True Martial Sword Intent was so domineering that it cracked Ling Gang's head.

Finally, it collapsed with a "boom"!

Before the aftershocks had subsided, the sword wheel struck Wang Wujiang squarely in the waist!

"boom!!"

Amidst a deafening clang like metal striking stone, Wang Wujiang's body bent like a bow.

The spine groaned under the strain.

Even the surface of a golden bone, strong enough to be a Golden Core martial artist, was slashed with deep marks!
Wang Wujiang roared and suddenly unleashed his perfected Golden Core divine sense, his crimson double pupils shooting out two streaks of blood-red light!
At this moment, the final Southern Nirvana Sword, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, shone with a crimson light carrying a resolute killing intent.

"Chi!!"

A storm of consciousness erupted like a tsunami, causing Zhao Wuji's mind to tremble violently and blood to gush from his seven orifices.

Although the Nirvana Sword Intent tore through the barrier of divine consciousness, it was also forced back by the counterforce, and the sword light dimmed and dissipated!
In that thrilling moment!
The space between the pot and the sky suddenly opened up.

His pale blue and white Taoist robe fluttered like frost, and his Ice Soul Longsword pierced out from the void.

The sword's edge was wreathed in the remaining, violent spiritual energy after the shattered core, like a cold star falling to earth!

"puff!!"

The sword tip pierced precisely through Wang Wujiang's brow, right where the golden needle had embedded itself in the crack.

Frost hissed and spread instantly, freezing his bristling white hair and ferocious face into an ice sculpture.

"Qing Shuang!!"

Wang Wujiang's eyes widened in fury as he stared intently at Hua Qingshuang, who had revealed herself. His eyes were filled with a fury that seemed about to burst forth, mixed with an unfathomable disappointment.

His voice was filled with deep-seated hatred.

Over the years, he has poured almost all of the Wang family's accumulated rare and precious materials into this woman.

They even went so far as to use the clan's forbidden technique, the Blood Talisman.

He thought he could glimpse his own reign over the world through Xiang Yu's double pupils, but he never expected that he would fail at this crucial moment and be devoured by Hua Qingshuang, who should have become a puppet long ago!
"Why...why is this happening?!"

A profound sense of bewilderment welled up within him.

"almost."

The Heavenly Sword Master's eyes turned cold, and the three-foot-long green sword in front of him suddenly shone with a chilling light, about to strike.

"Big Brother!!"

Just at this critical moment, a long, piercing roar came from afar.

Upon hearing this, Wang Wujiang's previously dejected expression immediately brightened, and a spark of hope rekindled in his eyes.

However, at that very moment, "Pfft!!"

A blood-red halberd emerged like a venomous dragon from its lair, carrying a blinding crimson light, and pierced fiercely through Wang Wujiang's back!

The halberd tip tore through flesh and shattered bones, its violent force bursting forth and almost completely breaking his spine!

"Ugh—!"

Wang Wujiang's body trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of golden-red blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He turned around abruptly, only to see that Wang Shouzhen's familiar face now carried an unfamiliar, cold killing intent.

The Sword Master of Asking Heaven was also taken aback, somewhat surprised.

Wang Shouzhen roared, wielding his halberd once more. Amidst the surging bloodlust, the halberd's blade tore through the void again, aiming straight for his throat!
"father!!!"

Two hundred miles away, Zhan Tong Wang Feiyu, his eyes bloodshot, roared and charged forward, only to be instantly intercepted by a domineering and sharp sword light chasing from behind!

Hua Lengyun's figure appeared like a ghost, the blood moon revolving in her double pupils, and the ninefold pupil realm suddenly unfolded, dragging the mentally unstable Wang Feiyu into endless darkness!

"die!"

The domineering sword, like a rainbow, strikes down a head in a single blow!
Wang Feiyu's head flew high into the air, his eyes still filled with shock, anger and resentment, and blood gushed out like a fountain!

"evil creature!!!"

Wang Wujiang was furious, his white hair danced wildly, and his divine consciousness, which had reached the Golden Core stage, erupted like a raging sea!
"boom!!"

The shock to his consciousness was like the collapse of the heavens and the cracking of the earth.

Wang Shouzhen, the second head of the Wang family, was struck as if by lightning. Blood gushed from his seven orifices, and his body fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string!

"It's over!"

The voice of the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven descended like the might of the heavens, cold and chilling!

He stood proudly in the sky, his white robes fluttering in the wind, and even the moonlight was obscured by his figure. It seemed that only that sharp sword light remained in the world!
"Clang!!" The Heaven-Asking Sword fell!
It seemed to transform into a dazzling, aurora-like sword beam that tore through the night sky.

It was as if even the moon had been cut in two!

The sword light flashed like lightning, instantly piercing through Wang Wujiang's crown and penetrating his body from the top of his head!
"Pfft!"

Blood gushed out, and Wang Wujiang's body was instantly pinned in mid-air by the solidified sword light, unable to move!

He clenched his teeth, his eyes bulged, and wrinkles appeared on his forehead as he strained to see the silhouette of the shadow. Blood gushed from his mouth, and his consciousness rapidly dissipated along with his life force. He asked hoarsely:

"Why... must they destroy my royal family?!"

"The Qilin Sword Sect... claims to be the righteous path... yet uses such methods... don't they find it... insidious?!"

The Sword Sovereign looked down indifferently, his voice as cold as frost: "Your Wang family has built mass graves and controlled many small countries, killing countless people and cultivators over the years..."

His face was shrouded in a hazy sword intent, his eyes were as cold as stars, and his voice was calm, yet it sounded like the might of heaven descending, each word like a sword piercing the heart.

“And you, Wang Wujiang, are the culprit.”

"Killing you requires no special methods."

"I've had enough of these high-sounding reasons."

Wang Wujiang's mangled body trembled, his white hair stained with blood, a bitter smile appeared on his aged face, his eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Zhao Wuji, who had revealed his true form.

His consciousness fluctuated violently, like a dying wild beast:
“So… it’s you!”

"Defend day and night, it's hard to guard against house thieves!"

"Only after you thoroughly understand the array formations and restrictions of the secret realm can you take Hua Qingshuang away from it..."

"But how exactly did you do that?!"

His eyes grew increasingly frenzied, his consciousness and vitality rapidly dissipating, as if he wanted to see through all of Zhao Wuji's secrets.

"Hua Qingshuang's golden core, which was clearly shattered to dispel the blood talisman, why hasn't it shattered again?!"

"And how did you... control Xiang Yu's head?!"

"And... Shouzhen..."

His mind trembled, filled with incomprehension and resentment.

If these doubts hadn't remained unresolved, he would never have suffered such a defeat, unable to even step out of the Wang family compound!
What made him even more resentful was...
The double pupils in Xiang Yu's head clearly foreshadowed that he was the one destined for the future!

But now, he has ended up like this!

Zhao Wuji remained indifferent, his eyes unfathomable, offering no response.

He stood with his hands behind his back, also deeply shocked by Wang Wujiang's perfect Golden Core and the combat power of a martial arts cultivator in the Golden Core True Form, almost capsizing in a ditch.

When Wang Wujiang saw that he did not answer, he suddenly let out a cold laugh, the sound of which was like the hooting of an owl, extremely eerie.

He slowly turned his head to look at Wang Shouzhen, who was standing there in the distance, his eyes filled with venomous resentment.

"Very good! Very good!"

He suddenly let out a low shout, his body surged with domineering blood, blood spurted from his seven orifices, and he died on the spot!
"laugh!"

A wisp of dark, ghostly soul drifted out from his corpse, filled with boundless resentment, as if trying to escape.

"Soul!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes turned cold.
"Shh!"

Suddenly, a sword light appeared like a thunderclap, slashing across in an instant!
"boom!"

Wang Wujiang's soul disintegrated on the spot before he could even let out a scream!

Zhao Wuji felt a chill run down his spine and glanced sideways.

The Sword Master of Asking Heaven slowly withdrew his hand, his sword intent dissipated, and he became as calm as an ordinary cultivator.

His gaze swept over Zhao Wuji indifferently, and he nodded slightly, seemingly in approval, yet also in scrutiny.

"This boy... not only has astonishing talent in swordsmanship, but he also seems to have cultivated martial arts? He can even control Xiang Yu's head?"

"That's interesting..."

A sense of unease suddenly arose in Zhao Wuji's heart, but he showed no sign of it on his face, merely bowing respectfully.

"This Sword Lord... probably didn't even use eighty percent of his power just now!"

"The Qilin Sword Sect is indeed unfathomable!"

Despite thinking that way, he didn't mind.

Because he had agreed to the conditions set by the Qilin Sword Sect, he was supposed to make the first move before the Heavenly Sword Lord would intervene.

He remained respectful, clasped his hands in greeting, and said:
"Thank you so much, Senior Wentian, for your timely assistance!"

The Sword Master of Asking Heaven stood under the moonlight, his white robes fluttering, his sword intent as cold as frost. Hearing this, he smiled faintly:
"No need for formalities. Over the years you have investigated the Wang family for my Qilin Sword Sect. Today you were able to kill Wang Wujiang. You deserve the greatest credit."

His gaze swept towards the distant Balong Mountain, and his tone suddenly turned serious:
"pity."

After a slight pause, Sword Master withdrew his gaze, his eyes, as cold as stars, once again falling on Zhao Wuji, a rare hint of appreciation appearing in them:
"Unfortunately, you are not a disciple of my Qilin Sword Sect."

"With your talent in swordsmanship..."

With a slight flick of his sleeves, a wisp of sword energy swirled at his fingertips, like a galaxy suspended in reverse:

"If you join my Qilin Sword Sect, when the spiritual energy recovers, you will surely become famous throughout the Nine Provinces, conquer the ancient sword domain, and achieve great things!"

Upon hearing this, Hua Qingshuang's expression changed drastically, and she suddenly looked at Zhao Wuji.

"Conquering the Ancient Sword Domain?"

Zhao Wuji's heart skipped a beat.

He never expected that the renowned Sword Master Wentian, who was famous throughout the Nine Provinces, would personally offer to recruit him!
"Does this Sword Lord truly not care about my identity?"

"Or is there a deeper meaning?"

His eyes flickered slightly, his mind racing.

Just as he was about to bow, the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven seemed to have already seen through the doubt in his eyes, and stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering without wind.

"When you meet a swordsman on the road, you must present your sword!" The Sword Master's voice was like jade striking a cold pool. "We sword cultivators do not ask about origins or backgrounds, but only about the sword in our hands! The sword is the man, and the man is the sword!"

His tone suddenly turned icy: "If your heart is flawed, let alone comprehending the noble sword intent of the Azure Lotus and White Lotus, you will never even be able to touch the true essence of the Yin-Yang sword intent."

He suddenly softened his tone: "Besides, since you have made contributions to my sect, and since my Qilin Sword Sect is the leader of Beiyun Dizhou, we should have the magnanimity to embrace all rivers and should teach without discrimination."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji did not hesitate and immediately bowed deeply: "Thank you for your kindness, senior. In fact, when Elder Mo invited me that day, I already had the intention of joining the Sword Sect. However..."

He looked up at the distant mountain mists and said, "The Wang family's affairs are not yet settled. I humbly request that you allow me to properly handle the Wang family's matters before making a decision."

This Sword Lord Wentian may seem to only have the strength of a Golden Core cultivator at its peak, but in reality, he is merely constrained by the Dharma-ending Age, which is why he has not yet formed his Nascent Soul.

If the spiritual energy were to recover in two years, he would surely form a Nascent Soul in an instant. Therefore, it was not wrong for Zhao Wuji to call him a senior.

The Sword Sect Master gazed intently at Zhao Wuji for a moment, then said calmly, "Agreed!"

He paused, then looked at the head of Xiang Yu bound by numerous chains not far away, and said calmly, "I originally intended to take this head back to the Sword Valley of the Sword Sect and seal it away."

But since you can control this head, I've changed my mind, however…

His tone suddenly sharpened, like a cold blade being drawn from its sheath: "Although you possess the cultivation of the early Golden Core stage and your spiritual sense far surpasses those of others at the same level, this Chu Overlord is no ordinary being. And what about the Wang family?"

Hua Qingshuang's heart tightened upon hearing this, and she immediately bowed respectfully, her voice earnest: "Senior Wentian, please be wise! The Wang family has committed numerous evils over the years, all of which were done by a few ambitious individuals such as Wang Wujiang, committing acts that are abhorrent to both gods and men."

She raised her eyes, a hint of sincerity appearing in her usually cold gaze: "However, most of the collateral branches of the Wang family, as well as members of my Hua clan, have been innocently implicated. I implore you, senior, to investigate thoroughly, punish the ringleaders, subdue those who are willing to repent, and forgive the innocent."

"good!"

The Sword Lord of Asking Heaven's gaze flashed like lightning as he stared at Hua Qingshuang for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Your sword heart is indeed clear. I will not indiscriminately kill the innocent, but this person..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sword Master suddenly turned around, his sharp gaze piercing Wang Shouzhen.

Zhao Wuji's heart tightened, and he immediately stepped forward and bowed deeply, saying, "Senior, you are wise! This person has already submitted to me. In the future, when the Hua family reorganizes the Wang family and makes them turn to good, we will need his help to stabilize the situation."

He raised his head and looked directly at the Sword Master, his expression solemn and sincere: "If you insist on taking his life, senior, I will personally escort him here to confess his guilt once the situation stabilizes."

(End of this chapter)