Primordial Divine Emperor

Chapter 550 - 247: Jiang Changqing’s Finale: Junior Brother, Run—!

"Hahaha, hahaha."

"Dugu old man, I never expected that you would see this day?"

A world-shaking pressure instantly descended upon the Divine Sword Sect region, abruptly startling countless cultivators of the Divine Sword Sect.

An unapologetic and booming voice echoed throughout the vast heavens and earth of the Divine Sword Sect.

Outside the Divine Sect, a terrifying silhouette slowly arrived in this world, silently gazing at the South Peak.

And around that silhouette, countless formidable figures had already gathered, with auras of Entering the Saint consuming the celestial river, shaking the endless winds and snow into chaos.

Within the boundless mountains and rivers surrounding the Divine Sword Sect, innumerable figures caused by awe could faintly be seen. They hid within the storm, sitting on Cangqiong Peak, completely encircling the Divine Sword Sect.

Among the endless terror-inducing figures, most were terrifying elders and robust middle-aged men, each exuding the aura of a Saint, astonishing all.

The figure newly arrived was a middle-aged man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. Although he appeared middle-aged, the aura of time on him was extremely thick, clearly showing that he was a monster who had lived for unknown years.

The middle-aged, undead stood quietly atop the stormy void, confronting the white-haired figure on the South Peak from afar, while slowly revealing a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

After these words, many terrifying figures sitting cross-legged in the storm slightly opened their eyes, casting a casual glance at the newcomer before falling silent again. After all, they were just as excited as the middle-aged undead when they first arrived near the Divine Sword Sect.

The Sword Saint was finally nearing depletion, facing imminent death and doom. The fall of the Sword Saint meant their great enemy would be avenged; no longer would they be suppressed, living like rats in a foul ditch, hiding restlessly.

Evidently, the endless formidable forces encircling the Divine Sword Sect came not to reminisce but to personally take down that figure.

The figures now confronting each other in this world were the true pinnacle power of the Hundred Broken Mountain Range. Though they were once the subjugated by the Sword Saint, many were strong in the Entering the Saint Realm.

The vast number of Saints occupied the void, their presence astonishing all. Countless Divine Sword Sect disciples watched this awe-inspiring scene, finally realizing the terrifying influence of the First Generation Sword Saint. Even his foes were terrifying enough to shake the entire Hundred Broken Mountain Range.

And these Entering the Saint Realm elites weren’t just Saints from the Hundred Broken Mountain Range; they included enemies from remote regions, here to witness the complete downfall of their erstwhile nemesis with their own eyes.

During this period, endless formidable figures arriving in this world continued to connect with the Divine Sword Sect’s upper echelon, aiming to have the Divine Sword Sect abandon the First Generation Sword Saint.

After all, they were one of the ten divine sects. Their arrival here was to take that person’s life, not to clash with the Divine Sword Sect. Both the Supreme Elder Council and the Sect Leader’s line were not forces easily subdued.

Not to mention, this was their domain. With the Divine Sect’s foundation laid here, along with all kinds of sect-protecting spiritual artifacts and sacred artifacts, and the second ancestral ritual spirit, many Entering the Saint Realm elites dared not act rashly here.

However, as more and more formidable figures gathered in this world, even the Divine Sword Sect’s upper echelon had long chosen silence.

Clearly, the Divine Sword Sect was still weighing their options. After all, engaging in warfare with countless elites for the sake of a Sword Saint about to perish was an exceedingly unwise choice.

On this day, as the power accumulating ceaselessly, the Divine Sword Sect’s upper echelon finally took action.

After the words of the middle-aged undead, a long rainbow slowly shot up skyward from the Divine Sword Peak.

This long rainbow cut through the sky, finally descending upon the South Peak, quietly standing in the storm.

This figure was none other than the Grand Elder of Divine Sword Peak, who was once responsible for conducting the Divine Sword Sect’s "Sect Entrance Ceremony."

The white-haired elder stood atop the South Peak, yet found himself unable to speak, gazing at Dugu Nan with eyes full of guilt and remorse.

Ultimately, it was Dugu Nan who spoke first: "Elder, if you cannot speak, then do not. I, Nan, know what to do. Let the Supreme Elders be at ease; I will not cause difficulty for the Divine Sword Sect. When the time is right, I will leave; I will not allow the battlefield to occur within the Divine Sword Sect."

After speaking, Dugu Nan took a difficult, deep breath, eyes revealing a hint of request: "But I have one request: tell the Sect Leader to grant me a little more time. It won’t take long, soon, soon."

Watching the hero’s majestic silhouette fading before him, the Divine Sword Peak Grand Elder sighed softly, then bowed deeply to Dugu Nan.

Clearly, the Divine Sword Sect was abandoning the First Generation Sword Saint; the sect would not engage in battle with the endless Entering the Saint realm elites for the sake of a useless person. Allowing him to linger at the South Peak might be the result already fought for by many.

After bowing, the Divine Sword Peak Supreme Elder turned with eyes full of remorse, angrily flicking his sleeve and departing, instantly disappearing atop the South Peak.

Seeing this, Qi Yun was filled with fury and was about to rush toward Divine Sword Peak, but was gently stopped by Dugu Nan’s raised hand.

"My fate is sealed, beyond salvation; their choice is right. Even if it were me, I would do the same. As for Fan’Er: Brother Qi, promise me, as soon as Fan’Er leaves the Hundred Sects Battle Domain, send him away from the Hundred Broken Mountain Range." Dugu Nan looked at Qi Yun with eyes full of determination, fixing his gaze on Qi Yun’s eyes.