"This...this kid..."
"Does he really have a trump card?"
"The power of the Immortal's falling finger is simply too terrifying!"
"It seems a little familiar. Could this small sword be related to the person in the Daochang era?"
The strongest ones couldn't help but feel shocked.
"No need to guess, it's the Immortal Finger, one of the Six Swords of Zhenyuan. It's the only thing left behind by the sword master that's enough for a mere king to compete with the strongest." Someone who knew the goods spoke up.
"It's really true!"
"Then this boy, could it be that he and the Sword Master..."
"Even if there's a connection to someone who's long since passed away, what good does it matter?"
“…”
The crowd was in an uproar, and everyone stared at the center of the battle with wide eyes.
The might of this sword fell, and countless fierce soldiers quickly retreated. The domain of the Lord of the Gate only weakened their power by 30%. The origin of the Emperor's Sword was also very extraordinary, but even if it burst out with all its strength, it could only block 20% of the power at the cost of its own destruction.
The ancient military formation is one of the foundations of the sect. Some of the souls in it seem to be even older than Uncle Wei's Stone Spear of Life and Death. Even after it was broken into pieces, it was able to block 30% of the immortal's finger.
But the remaining 20% of the power can only be resisted by the Lord's physical body.
Amidst the loud roar, his body shattered several times, and he was finally blasted into the ground by this finger, his life or death uncertain.
The entire place was in dead silence. Looking at the man who was breathing out more than he was breathing in and was on the verge of death, awe appeared in the eyes of the high-ranking kings.
Even the most powerful ones showed a cautious look, obviously treating Jiang Chen as someone who could stand on the same level as themselves.
“Master!”
"Ancestor!"
"Junior, you deserve to die!"
At this time, figures rushed out one after another, looking at the broken ruins of the earth, crying in fear. They held various treasures and swords in their hands and surrounded Jiang Chen.
These dozen people are the last disciples of the Ximen Sect.
Among them, there are even three Nine-Step Kings, and there is also a young man with excellent talent. If it were not for the Dharma-Ending Age, he would have the hope of entering the ranks of the strongest.
"The breath is still there. Xiao Chang is not so easy to kill."
At this time, a powerful man swept his eyes across the battlefield and spoke indifferently.
After hearing this, a group of disciples from the Yumen sect calmed down a little and landed on the ground to look for the body of their ancestor. The three Nine-Step Kings held powerful weapons and confronted Jiang Chen coldly.
But at this time, Jiang Chen actually didn't need to confront anymore.
He was so skinny that his bones were visible, his back was hunched, and his hair was messy. He looked like he was sixty years older. He was barely breathing and sat down on the ground. It seemed that any C-level expert who came here could easily kill him.
At this time, countless tiny particles of flesh and blood condensed on the earth, the air trembled, and it seemed that the master of the sect was about to return.
"What is this young man planning? Is he going to take advantage of this opportunity to escape? He can survive by diving into the Forgotten River, so he has a chance of escaping."
Someone looked back at the increasingly approaching Forgotten Blood River and said.
"Hehe, but if that's the case, I'm afraid the four kings under his command won't survive."
Someone else jokingly spoke up.
Jiang Chen's performance this time was already astonishing enough. At this moment, as long as he could successfully escape back to the present world and be under the protection of the King of Reincarnation, he would definitely become famous in the future.
Even after his body recovered, with the Immortal Finger in hand, the leader of the sect might not dare to trouble him again.
But this will cost four lives.
However, his next move made everyone present, whether they were kings or the strongest, feel a chill in their hearts.
“Hehehe~”
"Zhu Zi, Lao Er, Lao Wei, dazed."
"Kill every one of you, everyone!"
"A thousand miles of lonely grave is the burial place!"
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