Legend of Swordsman
chapter-5063

5063 Prism Mirror True Eyes

The Heavenly Gate, which represented the Lake-style Sword Intent, was still being constructed.

However, the image’s expression contorted, looking terrified, as if encountering something uncontrollable.

His attire, originally pale white, suddenly shattered, revealing a well-proportioned Immortal body.

Then, his Immortal body suddenly expanded several times to the extreme.

Cracks spread on his Immortal body, and divine blood began to spill out.

Jian Wushuang retreated. He sensed that something was wrong and frowned.

“Could it be that he can’t withstand the power of the Lake-style Sword Intent?”

As if to confirm his thoughts, the image began to scream in pain.

Dark red blood light started to drill out of his Immortal body and dissipated.

After ten breaths, the image shattered under Jian Wushuang’s gaze.

As the strongest sword technique of the Wushuang Sword Dao, the image vanished with the wind, not even completely forming the Heavenly Gate.

“…Wow, he actually killed himself.”

Sword Wu Shuang pondered for a moment but quickly became vigilant again. This mirrored world was far more intricate than he had imagined, and he had to be cautious.

Qin Tuo was definitely not dead but concealed somewhere here. What he needed to do now was to flush him out.

After the confrontation with the River Sword Intent, the mirrored world had completely disintegrated but was now slowly recovering.

Looking around, it was all emptiness and silence.

Sword Wu Shuang tried calling out the names of Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, and the others, but there was no response.

Stepping on the mirrored surface reflecting his shadow, he walked forward slowly.

Everything was eerily silent to the extreme, with only the shadows keeping him company.

After walking a thousand steps, Jian Wushuang halted his steps and suddenly spoke, “Have you had enough?”

In the next moment, he stomped his foot, shattering the mirror surface, and a dark red blood aura rose into the air.

Qin Tuo’s face turned cold, and he stared fiercely at Jiang Wushuang in mid-air.

Sword Unrivaled could not be bothered with idle talk. A constellation of seven stars appeared between his eyebrows, and he summoned an Immortal Style with a wave of his hand.

Little Mountain River.

A divine mountain suddenly rose from the ground, forming a cage to imprison Qin Tuo, while the galaxy turned into chains that directly entwined around him.

Then, heavenly fire descended, consuming everything.

This was the first time Jian Wushuang had used an Immortal Style since emerging from the Endless Sea. He was growing, and so were his techniques, far surpassing what they had been before.

Qin Tuo was imprisoned deep in the mountains and bound by the celestial river. He was unable to extricate himself.

Jian Wushuang walked slowly to his side, extinguishing the burning heavenly fire with a wave of his hand, looking at him calmly.

“Where are they exactly?”

Qin Tuo gritted his teeth, the terror of life and death forcing him to finally yield.

Seeing him hesitate, Jian Wushuang did not press further but instead flicked his finger, sending a pure strand of Sword Intent into his Immortal body.

“Ahhh!”

Qin Tuo screamed in agony as the strand of sword intent crazily traversed his meridians, shattering them completely with each pass, a pain so unbearable that even a Grand Yan Immortal couldn’t endure it.

Jian Wushuang did not speak but continued to force more strands of Sword Intent into his Immortal body.

Divine blood spewed, and Qin Tuo could not hold on any longer. “They, they are all inside!”

When he heard this, he raised his brows slightly. After which, he looked at the world formed by the prism mirrors and pondered whether Qin Tuo’s words were true or false.

After a moment, Sword Unrivaled spread his five fingers and released his Yan power, smashing the mirror surface beneath his feet.

Boom! Boom!

The earth shattered rapidly, and dark red blood auras gushed out from the cracks.

“If I had destroyed this place without finding them, you would have met a fate worse than death,” Jian Wushuang said coldly, then fully released his Yan power, shattering the void!

The extremely violent Yan power exploded, causing even Qin Tuo to tremble.

The entire mirror world was on the verge of shattering. However, in the next moment, a huge dark red eye wheel appeared in the void.

With a captivating and intimidating aura, it stared directly at Jian Wushuang.

Disgust rose in his heart. A million Sword Intent suddenly appeared behind him and swept toward the eye wheel.

This time, the eye did not swallow or absorb the Sword Intent; it allowed the Sword Intent to slaughter it until it turned into powder.

Seeing this, Qin Tuo was astonished and could not believe his eyes.

As the eye disintegrated, the world that was rapidly repairing itself ceased its restoration, entering a state of final collapse.

Qin Tuo’s aura also rapidly withered.

The independent world in this eye wheel completely collapsed, and they returned to the real Heavenly Region plane.

Above the ruins of the Shawngjun Sect, Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, and Gu Ting were all pleasantly surprised. “They, they’ve come back?”

Immediately afterward, another bull-like figure fell from the sky and crashed into the ruins.

With two more ‘plop’ sounds, two figures stacked on top of each other landed on the back of the bull-like figure.

“C-Cui Jing, and Liujia?” Chen Qing was first shocked, then overjoyed. “Good heavens, they’re all back!”

Chun Qiu hurried forward and pulled them up from the ruins. After checking that they were all sleeping soundly and were not seriously ill, he heaved a sigh of relief.

“What about Brother Jian?” Chen Qing turned his head and hurriedly looked around.

Gu Ting pointed forward and swallowed with difficulty.

Following his finger, Jian Wushuang stood in the ruins, holding Qin Tuo’s neck in one hand, looking calm.

Divine blood splattered, and he had almost become a man of blood, his life hanging by a thread.

“Release my son…”

A feeble voice rang out as Qin Zun, the Sect Master of the Shangjun Sect, stumbled out of the ruins, rushing toward Jian Wushuang.

But soon, his path was blocked, and a slender short sword pierced through his Immortal Source.

Chun Qiu retrieved the short sword, and Qin Zun fell, collapsing into rubble.

Jian Wushuang did not pay attention to what was happening on the other side; all his focus was on Qin Tuo.

Then, Qin Tuo smiled, “I never expected this. I ascended to the Grand Yan Immortal, only to fall in the hands of a Yan Immortal in the end. Truly ironic.”

After uttering these words, he fell directly, his Immortal body shattering into pieces.

Jian Wushuang was surprised to find that Qin Tuo had no Immortal Source!

Or perhaps, his Immortal Source had shrunk to a certain extent, nearly disappearing, nothing like the Immortal Source a Grand Yan Immortal should possess!

Before Jian Wushuang could investigate further, a transparent crystal, as clear as a mirror, hovered in the air and rotated slowly after Qin Tuo’s Immortal body shattered.

Jian Wushuang immediately thought of the previous crystal world and the eye wheel that possessed the power to beguile.

“Could there be a connection between them?”

He did not understand and reached out to receive the crystal.

Under the sunlight, Jian Wushuang’s face was reflected on each of the six sides of the crystal.

For some reason, after seeing this rhombus crystal, the vague sense of familiarity in his heart suddenly became stronger.

However, Jian Wushuang was almost certain that he had never seen this crystal before.

“No way. Could this crystal be the Heaven-patterned Bone Armor that carries Master’s information?”