Soul Town: Claiming the throne? You've asked my Tian Ce Army, haven't you?

But this was no different from showing off one's skills in front of Guan Yu. The nameless sword in Jian Wushuang's hands only emitted a sword cry, and all the sword energy flew into the nameless sword.

Jian Wushuang then gathered his divine power and unleashed a powerful sword aura at the Heavenly King of Growth. The Heavenly King of Abundance hurriedly stepped forward and flipped the Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella, attempting to absorb the sword aura into the umbrella.

To his surprise, the Hunyuan Umbrella was directly shattered by the sword energy, turning into fragments scattered all over the ground.

Seeing the situation, Tang Wusheng and Hai Ling no longer hesitated and joined the battle...

Ao Guang unleashed his ultimate move, unleashing a dragon's roar and sending towering waves surging behind him.

A phantom image of the East Sea Dragon Palace appeared above the giant waves, and countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals charged towards Jian Wushuang along the waves.

"If you guys call in reinforcements, then I'll call in reinforcements too!"

Jian Wushuang gripped the scabbard, and the Nameless Sword flew out automatically, piercing the ground, shouting, "Sword Domain of Selflessness!"

A sword domain unfolded around him, and the surrounding scenery rapidly changed. Under the setting sun, countless ancient swords were stuck into the ground...

"In the name of the Sword God, I summon you back to wipe out these villains!"

As soon as he finished speaking, skeletons with blue flames in their eyes and dressed in various ways crawled out of the ground, pulled out ancient swords from the ground, and gently stroked the blades.

They were all the owners of these ancient swords, who had passed away many years ago. Now, they have returned at the call of the Sword God, wielding their swords to fight!

As the nameless sword flew back into Jian Wushuang's hands, it erupted with a sword cry. The ancient swords responded one after another, and their respective masters gripped their swords and charged towards the shrimp soldiers and crab generals that were coming with the waves.

A golden light flashed in Jian Wu's eyes, and his left hand's sword fingers brushed across the blade of the nameless sword, "Instant Prison..."

Countless sword spirits flew out from his side, transforming into chains that tightly bound the Four Heavenly Kings, rendering them unable to move...

"One-Word Slash!"

With a sweeping sword strike, Jian Wushuang's sword energy resembled a guillotine, sending the Four Heavenly Kings and their respective host gods to their deaths...

"Frost Dragon Whirlwind!"

Ao Bing's figure instantly appeared behind Jian Wushuang, and a small ice dragon emerged from the halberd in his hand. As Ao Bing swung the halberd down, the ice dragon flew out and bit Jian Wushuang.

He thought this would hurt Jian Wushuang, but unexpectedly, the Gan Jiang and Mo Xie swords appeared behind him, one blocking the halberd and the other slaying the ice dragon...

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Flow!"

Thousands of sword spirits emerged and merged into the Xuanyuan Sword, Tai'a Sword, Chun Jun Sword, Yu Chang Sword, Zhan Lu Sword, Chi Xiao Sword, Cheng Ying Sword, and Seven Star Long Yuan Sword!

With the addition of the Gan Jiang and Mo Xie swords, ten famous swords clashed and slashed at Ao Bing. Ao Bing had no choice but to abandon his offensive and begin to defend against the dense barrage of sword attacks.

"Roar of the Dragon in the Raging Sea!"

With a flick of his dragon tail, a giant wave tens of feet high surged from behind him, transforming into a dragon-shaped water wall that crushed towards Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang held the nameless sword upright in front of his chest, the blade emitting a dazzling light. He slowly spoke, "My sword can pacify the four seas!"

In an instant, all the sword spirits in the sky felt his call, and their sword tips all turned downwards, aiming at the surging waves.

As Jian Wushuang swung his sword, countless sword lights shot into the giant wave...

This time, the sword light did not cause any ripples; instead, it acted like a stabilizing force, instantly suppressing the surging waves.

"what?"

Ao Bing, who noticed this scene, was stunned. This guy's sword was too outrageous! Even the Sword God couldn't do this, right?

Chapter 349: The End of the Tang Clan

"I haven't thought of a name for this move yet..."

With a swing of his nameless sword, Jian Wushuang unleashed thousands of sword spirits from the waves, causing the waves to explode and splash onto the ground.

He looked up at Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, in the sky, "However, I've made up my mind now..."

With a flick of his sword fingers, Jian Wushuang summoned thousands of sword spirits to form a sword array, completely surrounding the shrimp soldiers and crab generals that were continuously pouring out of the Dragon Palace.

"Imperial Decree of Ten Thousand Swords - Dragon-Slaying Platform!"

As soon as the words fell, the thousands of sword spirits seemed to be given a unified will, and began to slaughter the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the sword formation with extremely high efficiency.

"presumptuous!"

Ao Guanglong clenched his dragon claws and conjured a hundred-zhang-long dragon seal in mid-air, which he then slammed down on Jian Wushuang. As expected, Jian Wushuang cleaved it in two with a single sword strike.

Ao Bing wanted to help, but due to the vast difference in strength between them, he was overwhelmed by the ten famous swords summoned by Jian Wushuang alone.

"Young man, don't be too arrogant!"

Hai Ling leaped from the city gate, holding a jet-black octagonal Zhenming mace in his hand, gathering divine power on the mace and smashing it down towards Jian Wushuang.

He thought this move would at least force Jian Wushuang to retreat, but Jian Wushuang didn't even move, and Hai Ling's Zhenming Mace couldn't even break through the invisible sword energy surrounding him.

Jian Wushuang glanced at him, "Ordinary Deity-Bearers are not worthy of being my opponents..."

As he spoke, he swung his sword down at Hai Ling. Hai Ling was startled and hurriedly raised his Zhenming Mace in front of him, hoping it could block the sword.

Even his guardian deity could hardly withstand Jian Wushuang's sword, let alone Hai Ling, who was already half-buried...

Jian Wushuang's nameless sword easily severed his Zhenming Mace, and then severed his right arm. A sharp pain instantly spread throughout Hai Ling's body.

Just as the sword was about to cleave Hai Ling in two at the waist, Tang Wusheng hurriedly leaped off the city wall and tackled Hai Ling away, but this resulted in a hideous bloody gash appearing on his arm...

"The raging dragon tears the sky!"

Ao Guang seized the opportunity, condensing the power of the dragon soul into his dragon claw, compressing all the violent energy and the dragon king's pressure into a single point at the tip of his claw, and slammed it down towards Jian Wushuang.

This time, Jian Wushuang did not dodge. He held the nameless sword upright in front of him, the tip pointing to the sky, and then slowly slashed down.

"Return to the Void Sword Burial!"

It looked like just an ordinary sword strike, but after the sword fell, a sword mark appeared on Ao Guang's body, and his figure gradually became illusory.

As he was about to dissipate, he stared intently at Jian Wushuang and left behind the words, "I'll be waiting for you in the God Realm!"

After saying this, Ao Guang vanished, along with the East Sea Dragon Palace and the shrimp soldiers and crab generals he had summoned. The battle was over...

"That, that is the Dragon Lord of the Seventh Immortal Realm!"

"Even he was defeated, how can we possibly beat that guy?"

"Quick, quick, let's run!"

"..."

Seeing Hai Ling fall, the garrison on the city wall instantly collapsed. They abandoned Tang Wusheng in front of the city gate and fled in all directions, plunging Qianji City into chaos.

"Kid... I really... I've lost so much money!"

With blood at the corner of his mouth, Hai Ling uttered his last words before dying in front of Tang Wusheng...

Having broken free of his restraints, Ao Bing landed behind Tang Wusheng, remained silent for a moment, and then asked, "Shall we continue fighting?"

He didn't care; even if he died, he would only return to the realm of gods, and the loss would be merely that of a host god. But Tang Wusheng was going to die...

Tang Wusheng took a deep breath, endured the pain, stood up, gripped the divine spear again, and looked at Jian Wushuang who had landed in front of him.

"My father assassinated you. He's dead. If you want revenge, come to me. It has nothing to do with anyone else..."

Do you think it's possible?

Jian Wushuang drew his sword and approached step by step. Ao Bing, disregarding everything else, raised his halberd and charged at Jian Wushuang, risking his life to try and injure him.

However, since Tang Wusheng's divine realm had only just entered the second stage of immortality, Ao Bing's strength was greatly limited. How could he do something that even his father, Ao Guang, couldn't do?

In just two or three sword strikes, he was sent back to the God Realm by Jian Wushuang...

As the guardian deity dissipated, the divine spear that Tang Wusheng used to support his body vanished, and the divine power within him also began to dissipate.

With the sword wound on his arm starting to flare up, Tang Wusheng collapsed weakly to the ground. As he watched Jian Wushuang approach, a smile appeared on his face.

I don't care if I die, as long as Xiaolan and Xiaoxiao are safe and sound...

At that moment, a horse's neighing sounded, and then a figure riding a white winged horse flew out from behind him, thrusting a knight's lance toward Jian Wushuang.

The woman atop the white Pegasus wore light armor woven from silver and azure, her long golden hair flowing like sunlight. Her helmet covered the upper half of her face, revealing only her cool jawline.

Upon seeing her, Tang Wusheng's face did not show joy, but rather an expression of shock mixed with anxious worry.

Because this figure was none other than Brunhilde, the guardian deity of his wife, Molan, and a Valkyrie in Norse mythology.

Brunhilde's presence here indicates that Moran did not follow his instructions to leave through the secret passage, but instead rushed over...

"No birth..."

Sure enough, the thing Tang Wusheng least wanted to see happened. Mo Lan's anxious voice rang out behind him as she came to him while Brunhilde was stalling for time.

"Wusheng, I'll take you away!"

Mo Lan tried to help Tang Wusheng up, but he pushed her away forcefully and roared, "Get out of here!"

Mo Lan was stunned for a moment, not understanding why, until she felt the divine power in her body begin to dissipate, and then she noticed Brunhilde gradually disappearing under Jian Wushuang's sword.

She understood Tang Wusheng's meaning, but still drew the Ghost Blade from her back. "I won't abandon you!"

After saying that, she threw the hidden weapon, the Luo Men Nail, at Jian Wushuang, while simultaneously slashing down at him with the Ghost Slayer Blade...

But having lost her divine power, she was just an ordinary person. How could she possibly hurt Jian Wushuang?

With his left hand behind his back, Jian Wushuang flicked his right sword finger, and a sword formed from a sword spirit pierced through her abdomen...

The immense force sent her flying, crashing her next to Tang Wusheng. "No!!!"

Tang Wusheng cried out in despair, hurriedly crawling over to pull her into his arms, "Xiao Lan, no, don't go! Please!"

Blood continued to gush from Mo Lan's mouth. Looking at Tang Wusheng, she reached out and stroked his face, a smile appearing on her lips. She whispered, "Xiaoxiao...you're safe..."

After saying that, her life was forever frozen in that smile...

"don't want!!!"

Memories of their time together flashed through Tang Wusheng's mind, and he held Mo Lan tightly, bursting into tears.

Jian Wushuang shook his head, sheathed his sword, and walked past him, intending to enter Qianji City. However, after taking only two steps, he felt an overwhelming killing intent behind him and sighed...

Chapter 350: Crimson Purgatory

Tianluoyuan.

Although Li Moxuan set off on the Sky Boat without even taking a break, the Sky Boat was still much slower than Jian Wushuang's sword flight.