Legend of Swordsman

4876 I Want You Dead

After withstanding the violent attacks of over 20 Yan Immortals, Cheng Qing’s Immortal body was on the verge of shattering.

From the initial 100,000-strong peak cultivators, less than 10,000 was left.

Out of the dozens of Yan Immortals, only 10 remained.

After opening the gate to the Six Heavens Realm, the first to bear the brunt, the Big Lonely Heaven was on the verge of destruction.

All sorts of powers that shook the Heavenly Region exploded.

With the combined power of more than 400 Yan Immortals, they tore the entire Heavenly Region apart.

The fate energy of the Heavenly Region, the land, the earth, everything was turned into dust.

At this moment, a few figures were standing outside the hall, all of them looking up at this scene with grave expressions.

Looking through the dark clouds, he saw the continents floating in the void after being destroyed. It was an indescribable tragedy.

Cui Jing looked a little nervous. “It seems that they are serious this time. Even the Big Lonely Heaven has been shattered. How many Yan Immortals have come?”

“Looking at the situation, I’m afraid there are at least 200 of them,” Zhao Ting said in a rare nervous tone.

“How, how much? 200?” Cui Jing’s mouth was wide open, as if he had heard the most ridiculous words.

“I’m afraid there are far more than 200 Yan Immortals here,” Chun Qiu said at this moment. Then, he stretched out his palm and pointed at the void above his head.

As expected, streams of light of various colors gathered in the void, and there were no less than 300 to 400 of them.

Each ray of light represented a Yan Immortal.

In just an instant, they had completely destroyed the Big Lonely Heaven, and were now attacking the next Heavenly Region.

“Good Lord, they can’t be coming for us, right?” Cui Jing’s expression turned ugly. “A few hundred Yan Immortals, I’m afraid we…”

As the atmosphere turned heavy and deathly silent, Di Qing walked out of the hall while stretching. “What’s all the fuss about? It’s even disturbed my good sleep.”

When Chun Qiu and the others saw Di Qing wake up from his deep sleep, they felt an inexplicable sense of peace.

Although they did not know Di Qing’s cultivation realm, they all heaved a sigh of relief.

Di Qing came to the outside of the hall and looked up at the sky.

“Wow. It seems like the number of people who want to kill Prince Yan is no less than the number of people who want to kill Prince Mo.” Di Qing slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

Cui Jing asked, “Are we preparing to run now?”

“Run, run to where?” Di Qing glanced at him, then looked at the Yan Immortals that were about to descend from the sky. “Wushuang is not back yet. If we leave now, it will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.”

“We’ll guard this place. No matter how many Yan Immortals come, we’ll kill them all!”

Di Qing’s golden eyes suddenly turned sharp, and layers of golden ripples surged around him, bringing with them a trembling aura.

Then, he directly soared into the sky.

“He… Is he crazy…” Cui Jing was dumbfounded.

“He’s not crazy. Prepare to fight,” said Chun Qiu as he pulled out a dagger formed by Yan power from his waist.

Cui Jing gritted his teeth. “Then I’ll be crazy for once!”

In the dark sky, nearly 100 Yan Immortals stepped into Little Lonely Heaven at the same time.

Looking at the Heavenly Region that was filled with Yan power, they did not hesitate at all. They activated Yan power and prepared to destroy it.

At this moment, a lazy and cold voice suddenly rang out from all directions. “A group of blind b*stards, get lost!”

All the Yan Immortals gathered here focused their gazes and looked straight ahead.

Di Qing stepped in the air, and the Yan power released from his body was all restrained, like the most inconspicuous top cultivator.

Upon hearing this insult, the leader, an old Yan Immortal, narrowed his eyes and shrieked, “You’re looking for death!”

With that, an earth-shaking image of a black tower came crashing down from his hand.

Di Qing did not even bother to lift his eyelids. Facing the black tower that had grown a million feet in the wind, he made a shocking move.

He raised his head, opened his mouth, and spat.

That mouthful of saliva was like a divine arrow against the wind, and it suddenly landed on the black tower.

Rumble…

The golden spittle easily shattered the black tower, and then shot towards old Yan Immortal without losing momentum.

Sizzle…

From the neck down, the entire stomach of the Immortal body disappeared, and even the Immortal source was destroyed into nothingness.

“What, what’s going on?”

Even when he died, he still could not believe that he was killed by a spit.

The sky fell into a dead silence, and all the Yan Immortals took a step back, looking at Di Qing vigilantly.

“I’ve said it before. You can destroy anywhere in the Six Heavens Realm, but not this place,” Di Qing looked at them and said lazily. “B*stards, did I make myself clear enough? Do you need me to repeat it?”

After a brief silence, a clean-faced, beardless, middle-aged Yan Immortal stepped forward and said, “Who are you? We came here to destroy the Six Heavens Realm, including this place. If you leave now, we won’t make things difficult for you.” Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NovelEnglish.net

“You won’t make things difficult for me?” Di Qing raised his eyebrows and said, “You little b*stards, is this how you talk to me?”

As Di Qing said this, he reached out and clenched his fist. The middle-aged Yan Xian could not speak. His face turned purple and black, and even Yan power was extinguished.

Then, his head exploded without any warning, and his entire Immortal body was shattered.

“I’ll repeat it for the last time. Leave this place now and I’ll let you go. But if you insist on destroying this place, I’ll take your lives!”

Di Qing flicked his sleeve, his face extremely dark.

At this moment, all of the Yan Immortals felt unparalleled pressure.

The pressure made them hesitate. For a moment, no one dared to step forward.

However, as more and more Yan Immortals ascended into Little Lonely Heaven, the atmosphere began to turn from dead silence to restlessness.

Chun Qiu, Cui Jing, Zhao Ting, and Wei Liujia, the other Yan Immortals, also rushed over. They all looked at the overwhelming number of Yan Immortals with serious expressions.

In the face of such a situation, Di Qing was calm as if he did not care at all, but then a secret voice came out of his mouth.

“Hey, listen to me. I haven’t fully recovered yet. I’m afraid it’s hard for me to deal with so many Yan Immortals. So, if you don’t scare them away, run as far as you can. Do you understand? ”

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“…”

Chun Qiu and the others turned from shock to helplessness. They felt like they had boarded a broken ship.

Cui Jing’s face was bitter. “So, you put on such a strong aura just to scare them away?”