519: Chapter 519 Celestial Immortal Descends, Calm and Composed

Jian Wushuang could no longer hold back; beneath his feet, a silver Flying Sword hummed and vibrated, and Sword Intent surged around him like a tide.

With a flick of his wrist, his long sword unsheathed, its light illuminating the entire world.

"I want to see just how strong you are!"

He shouted, his body following the sword as he transformed into a streak of white Sword Qi that tore through the sky, thrusting directly at Qin Wushang.

The speed was immense, stirring the Law of Time, so fast that even ordinary Supreme-level experts could not react in time.

Yet Qin Wushang looked up, his gaze as calm as water.

Under his Supreme Double Pupils, the speed of this sword strike was truly slow—slower than a turtle.

"You had best use your strongest sword strike now."

He spoke, his voice not loud, yet it reached Jian Wushuang's ears, infuriating him.

"Otherwise, you will not have another chance to strike."

"Arrogant!"

Jian Wushuang roared, his sword momentum surging by another thirty percent.

That strike was fast to the extreme; the sword's edge seemed to want to tear through time and space, emitting a piercing shriek.

His white clothes and white hair fluttered violently in the sword light, his Aura fierce and unparalleled.

Qin Wushang turned sideways.

With just that slight turn, the sword edge grazed his lapel, missing by less than an inch.

A precise dodge!

Jian Wushuang's pupils constricted, disbelief washing over him.

"This is impossible!"

He had been charging this strike for a long time, containing the great dao of heaven and earth and the pinnacle of speed, yet it had been dodged so casually?

Before he could retract his sword and change tactics, Qin Wushang had already closed the distance.

The distance between them vanished in an instant.

Qin Wushang appeared before him, so close that they could see their reflections in each other's eyes.

A punch.

An unadorned punch, slamming fiercely into Jian Wushuang's abdomen.

"Bang!"

Jian Wushuang's body curled like a shrimp, his eyes bulging, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward like a meteorite before crashing into a mountain in the distance.

The mountain shattered, debris sprayed everywhere, and dust soared into the sky.

Jian Wushuang was embedded deep within the mountain, half-buried by rubble, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his hand gripping the sword trembling.

"Such speed... How is it possible... My Sword Heart couldn't even detect it."

He was trembling.

It was too fast!

When a Sword Cultivator practices the sword, they first practice the Sword Heart; a powerful Sword Heart can sense all hostility, thereby predicting an opponent's attacks.

Yet he hadn't sensed any hostility at all!

Qin Wushang withdrew his fist and stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering gently in the wind.

"Last chance."

He looked into the distance at the collapsed mountain, his tone indifferent.

"If you don't use your trump card now, you will lose."

As his words fell, the mountain shook.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the mountain exploded, and countless streaks of Sword Qi surged from the cracks, shooting straight into the heavens.

The sky was changing. The earth was shaking. The wind was shattering.

The entire world seemed to be in Chaos at this moment, with all things converging toward one direction: the sword in Jian Wushuang's hand.

It was not him striking with the sword, but the entire world transforming into a single sword strike.

Amidst the ruins, Jian Wushuang slowly rose.

His white clothes were torn, his white hair disheveled, and blood stained the corner of his mouth, but the killing intent in his eyes was terrifyingly intense, his Battle Intent soaring even higher as he overcame his earlier flicker of fear.

He raised his sword, pointing it at Qin Wushang.

"I have one sword strike."

He roared.

"Immortal Flying from Beyond the Heavens."

As the four words landed, heaven and earth fell silent.

"This is my strongest move, a Celestial Art; I cannot fully control it."

He stared at Qin Wushang, his gaze like a torch.

"Your arrogance forced me to use this strike."

The sword edge fell.

It did not look like a sword, but a streak of white light flying from beyond the heavens.

It seemed not to belong to this world, as if it came from an unknowable place beyond the heavens.

Wherever the sword light passed, the Void Realm shattered, the Law was disordered, and it seemed as if the operation of the great dao of heaven and earth had been severed by this strike.

"Die."

Jian Wushuang shouted.

Qin Wushang's entire body shone with dazzling golden light, like a great sun in the sky.

A Chaos Dao Lotus bloomed beneath his feet, its petals layered, Chaos Qi surging to wrap him within it, isolating him from all external forces.

Chaos Seed Dao Lotus!

The sword light descended.

"Boom!"

The Chaos Dao Lotus vibrated violently, its petals dimming one by one, and the Chaos Qi was torn open by the sword light.

That strike was incomparably fierce; even with the protection of the Chaos Dao Lotus, he could still feel that world-destroying power seeping through.

The entire Small World was trembling.

The earth cracked, the sky collapsed, and mountains and rivers turned to dust in the wake of this sword strike.

But the Chaos Dao Lotus did not shatter.

The sword light dissipated.

Jian Wushuang's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

"Impossible..."

He muttered.

His strongest sword strike, even using a Celestial Art, had failed to break through the opponent's defensive Divine Ability?

The golden light around Qin Wushang converged, and the Chaos Dao Lotus slowly closed and returned into his body.

"It is over."

He said, his tone indifferent.

Then he raised his hand, a pitch-black great hand covering the sky.

"Wan Jie Mie Xian Great Hand Seal!"

A massive palm print descended from the sky, pitch-black like ink, its palm lines as clear as the veins of a galaxy, crushing down with world-destroying pressure.

The power of ten thousand calamities gathered, seemingly possessing the might to destroy immortals—terrifying and unparalleled.

Wherever his palm print passed, the Void Realm shattered, heaven and earth roared, and it seemed as if the entire world bowed beneath this palm, with endless starry skies within it collapsing, pouring out the terrifying power of ten thousand calamities.

Jian Wushuang's expression changed drastically, his life essence burning.

"Sword Array! Rise!"

He gained distance, and the sword in his hand transformed from one into ten, ten into a hundred, and a hundred into a thousand; a thousand streaks of sword light spun rapidly around him, forming a terrifying Sword Array, the Sword Qi crisscrossing to create an impenetrable barrier.

The Great Hand Seal descended.

"Boom!"

The thousand streaks of sword light shattered by more than half in an instant.

The Sword Array vibrated violently, and then more and more sword marks appeared on it.

"No! Hold on!"

"Supreme Sword Body, activate!"

"Heaven and earth as the sword!"

He roared, as if heaven and earth had transformed into a streak of sword light, reflecting the phantom of the entire Small World as it crushed against the descending Great Hand Seal.

He tried his best to maintain it, his Sacred Power pouring out crazily, his own sword dao constantly evolving.

But that pitch-black great hand was too heavy, as if the entire firmament were pressing down.

He held on for three breaths.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, he and the Sword Array were slammed fiercely into the earth by the Great Hand Seal.

The earth exploded into a massive palm-shaped crater, and Jian Wushuang lay at the bottom of the pit, covered in blood, the sharpness in his eyes gone, leaving only a void of confusion.

"How... Why..."

"My Sword Heart couldn't even sense a trace of your motive for attacking..."

The Small World fell silent.

His words were a murmur, very weak.

"Using my Battle Intent and killing intent to predict my offensive—that method is indeed clever."

"But you are not yet qualified to be my opponent."

Qin Wushang said, then grabbed with his hand, seizing the flag.

His meaning was clear: you do not even have the qualifications to be my opponent, so how could you make me feel emotions or ignite my Battle Intent?

"Pfft!"

Jian Wushuang spat blood, wanting to get up but unable to do so.

"Not qualified... You..."

Watching that departing back, he passed out completely.

"No. 1 Small World, the winner is Qin Wushang!"