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Chapter 6097: Drawing Sword

The terrifying power tore through the space.

Even the tributary of this spacetime began to shatter.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The desolation on the other side began to break apart.

Jian Wushuang frowned, raised his hands to shield himself, and explosively released his energy.

"Starry Sky Dao Arena!"

He looked up and roared angrily, forcibly blocking the three fist shadows Broly unleashed.

But as a result, his divine body was shattered, and his chest began to cave in.

A surge of blood rose to his heart.

Pfft!

This time, he couldn\'t hold it back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it, how is his divine power still so strong!" Jian Wushuang cursed silently as he wiped the corner of his mouth. They had been fighting for almost a whole day, yet Broly\'s divine power showed no signs of weakening.

How could he continue fighting?

His divine power was infinite to ordinary people.

But compared to this freak Broly, he was almost at his limit.

Fortunately, he had prepared enough, but that was meant for Mie Sheng.

He hadn\'t even seen a shadow of Mie Sheng, yet Broly had consumed a significant amount of his primordial stones and the power of All Things.

This couldn\'t continue.

He had to consider whether this was his strongest battle upon returning.

If not, he needed to make a quick decision.

He had to resolve the opponent swiftly.

Dragging it out any longer would be detrimental to him.

Moreover, Hu Qing was severely injured and couldn\'t help him. Clang!

After much hesitation, he finally chose to draw his sword.

The ice-blue blade pointed directly at Broly.

"Originally, you were not qualified to make me draw my sword... I don\'t know if it\'s your luck or my impatience..." Jian Wushuang crossed his arms, holding the Wanjie Sword, and passed through.

"Are you ready to face it?"

The strongest ultimate skill, the strongest secret technique.

Starry Sky Chronicles!

The frenzied Broly was stunned for a moment, tilted his head slightly, and without even looking directly at Jian Wushuang, he turned and rushed over again.

Clearly, he didn\'t care about such verbal provocations!

"Ha!" Jian Wushuang was amused by Broly\'s actions.

And amused by himself.

What was the point of talking to a madman?

Just fight directly.

"Double Sword!"

"Slash!"

One hand represented Death, the other Life.

The Wanjie Sword split into two, the twin swords crossed in front of him. Jian Wushuang transformed into a streak of light, instantly piercing through the onrushing Broly.

Even the spacetime was cleaved open.

"Whoosh!" He let out a light breath, the twin swords merged into one, held casually behind

him.

He turned silently, looking at Broly.

The twin swords could even slash through the void, that was the power of the Starry Sky.

It transcended spacetime.

The brilliance of the twin swords made Mie Sheng feel a bit ashamed.

"The power of the Starry Sky, he has actually mastered it to this extent!" Mie Sheng frowned.

He was a Starry Sky God, naturally also possessing the power of the Starry Sky.

Rooted in Death, he could also unleash a powerful Starry Sky power.

But currently, compared to Jian Wushuang, he was inferior.

If they were in the Starry Sky, Jian Wushuang naturally wouldn\'t be much.

But this was the Northern Spacetime.

His Death power was suppressed, let alone the Starry Sky power.

"No wonder I couldn\'t see through his future, or even alter it!" Mie Sheng\'s eyes shifted, at

this moment he felt a sense of unease.

That unease came from Jian Wushuang\'s potential.

Broly was a variable to Jian Wushuang.

But Jian Wushuang was also a variable to Mie Sheng.

He suddenly vanished, and upon his return, had reached the pinnacle combat power of the

Northern Spacetime.

"Fine, it\'s better that I don\'t need to suppress my strength anymore!"

When the time came, he could devour Jian Wushuang\'s Life power in his peak state.

This would skip the growth steps ahead.

Allowing him to forge the cycle of reincarnation, returning to the position of Starry Sky God

once more.

"Huh?" A familiar aura was spying on him.

Mie Sheng turned and shouted outside the hall, "Shan Jun, aren\'t you going to check on your esteemed disciple?"

"Hehehe..." After a strange noise, an evil figure walked into the hall, the figure itself like an

abyss, carrying devour.

It was Shan Jun.

Over the years, Mie Sheng had gathered all the other devouring demons.

Helping Shan Jun return to the level of the devouring demon lord.

Back then, Qishen\'s Dao split into three, forming Shan Jun, Mo Jun, and Gu Jun.

And Shan Jun split into five, Shan Jun himself plus Ten-Thousand Demon, Wind Demon, Blood Demon, and Heart Demon.

"I\'m not his master, I just thought he had the potential to inherit the Dao of Devour!" Shan Jun shook his head silently.

Mie Sheng snorted at this, coldly saying, "In that case, there\'s even more reason not to hold

back!"

"Do you think I have the luxury of holding back?" Shan Jun replied with a bitter smile.

He was now merely at the ordinary Seventh Tribulation level.

Even after devouring Mo Jun, he was at most the peak of the Seventh Tribulation level.

There was still Gu Jun trapped in the Qishen Temple, unable to be extracted all these years.

Back then, Zhen Ling had captured Shang and Luo, intending to exchange them for Gu Jun and

Heart Demon.

But Zhen Ling refused to agree to the exchange, even at the cost of his life.

Finally, after much wrangling, they managed to exchange the lives of Shang and Luo for only

the Heart Demon.

Afterward, Qishen Temple completely retreated, and the plan to extract Gu Jun was shelved.

Regarding this matter, Mie Sheng remained calm, not even looking at Shan Jun, and said firmly, "Don\'t underestimate yourself, we still have a chance, and a significant one at that." "Tsk tsk, except for Hu Qing\'s plan being relatively complete, you have already lost control over Jian Wushuang!" Shan Jun shook his head with a bitter smile, "You abandoned Jiang Shang too early, and Hu Qing\'s threat isn\'t as great as you think!"

Hearing Shan Jun\'s last sentence, Mie Sheng frowned, slowly turned his head, his gaze cold, and said lowly, "You know nothing. Jian Wushuang is a variable, I can\'t see his future, but I can see my own. I have a chance of winning against Jian Wushuang, but against Hu Qing, I\'ve seen my own defeat!"

"So Jiang Shang must die, and he must die at Hu Qing\'s hands. Bet everything on Broly, only then can we win, and you can survive through the Dao of Devour, returning to the Starry Sky with me, as a revived cultivator. Do you understand?" Mie Sheng\'s voice carried anger; forging the cycle of reincarnation was his inner demon.

Traversing time, going to the future countless times, just for this moment.

Returning countless times in the past, yet failing to prevent defeat.

No one could shake his determination.

This was his closest attempt to success.

He must seize it.

Shan Jun clenched his fist, feeling angry, but all of this was his choice, he couldn\'t blame

anyone else.

The previous words were actually spoken to himself.

Just making peace with himself.

Watching the Qishen Temple\'s lineage rise to glory again, contending with the God of Death.

While he, for the sake of survival, stood on the opposing side.

It was a form of torment.

Outside.

Jian Wushuang held the divine sword backward, turning to look at Broly.

"I thought you were invincible!" He raised his eyebrows, revealing a smile.

The two swords just now, although they hadn\'t diminished Broly\'s divine body, had broken

through his Death Shield.