Legend of Swordsman

4387 The Gathering of Ten Thousand Races

Hu hu hu!

Gusts of strong wind came from the ninth heaven. Jian Wushuang was lifted up by a seven-colored auspicious cloud. He broke through the void continuously and shuttled through the cracks, heading in an unknown direction.

Jian Wushuang stood with his hands behind his back. His purple-gold eyes flashed with thoughts.

In the past year, he had spent most of his time familiarizing himself with the chaotic body and asking white-hair ancestor about the Great Clan Gathering.

First, it was the chaotic domineering body.

To Jian Wushuang, his comprehension of sword principle, universe law, and divine power were all at the peak among the Rulers of the world.

In fact, throughout the ages, there were very few people who could compare to him.

His only flaw, or rather, his shortcoming, was the strength of his physical body.

His body could only be considered ordinary among Rulers. In fact, some cultivators who specialized in cultivating their bodies or races with naturally strong bodies were far stronger than him.

But now, with the awakening of his chaotic domineering body, this shortcoming was finally made up for.

The advantage of this was that even if he stood still and let a beginner Supreme-being attack him, they would not be able to break through his defense. On the other hand, he could blow up a beginner Supreme-being with one punch.

Furthermore, the great Dao was interconnected. He tried to use the Tarot Divine Sword again, and the backlash that had instantly sucked him dry had already been reduced to its minimum.

In other words, he would truly be able to grasp the Tarot Divine Sword and would no longer be limited by the number of times he could use it!

This was what Jian Wushuang was most pleased about.

“I’m now strong enough to kill an advanced Supreme. I can even fight against a top Supreme!”

Jian Wushuang’s eyes flickered with a cold killing intent.

After passing through countless cracks in the void, a magnificent palace built on the clouds appeared in front of Jian Wushuang.

The palace was lifted up by a beautiful red glow and was made of green bricks, white jade, and glazed tiles. There were elegant cranes flying around the palace, and there was even a rainbow that stretched across the back of the palace.

Countless rich auras of the great Dao and the power of rules rushed toward him, giving him a calm and amiable feeling.

In the center of the palace, there was a plaque with the words ‘Ling Xiao’ written on it. It was simple and grand.

“Is this the towering palace?”

Jian Wushuang sighed slightly. Towering Palace was really like a blessed Land of the Gods. It was a rare place in the world.

“Who are you? Do you have an invitation?”

Outside Ling Xiao Palace, two soldiers wearing shiny silver armor and silver helmets and holding long tasseled Spears stood guard at the entrance of Ling Xiao Palace and asked in a clear voice.

“Eh? That Lord is really generous. The divine generals in charge of guarding the door are all Supreme martial artists.”

Jian Wushuang squinted his eyes and took a step forward. He landed outside Ling Xiao Palace and took out the White jade token he had obtained on the Ancient Path of Stars. He said, “Is the invitation card this token?”

“Please wait a moment, allow us to examine it.”

The two divine generals took the token from Jian Wushuang’s hands respectfully. After examining it carefully, they returned the token to Jian Wushuang and said, “Please come in, Sir.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Jian Wushuang nodded at the two divine generals and stepped into the gate of the Night Sky Palace.

As soon as he stepped in, he saw a long white jade staircase in front of him.

Beside the white jade stairs, many Supreme-beings with different appearances were sitting in rows.

Some had tiger heads and human bodies, some had catfish gods, and some looked like old friends with three heads and six arms, with eyes all over their faces.

These were some of the top races in the universe.

It seemed that the order of their seats was arranged by their strength. The closer they sat to the former, the higher their strength.

When they saw Jian Wushuang walking over, a touch of surprise flashed in their eyes. They discussed in low voices, “Who is this person? Why did you only arrive at this time?”

“Eh? this person seems to have the cultivation level of an Ultimate Ruler?”

“The Ultimate Ruler? Aren’t there only three Ultimate Rulers from the Ancient Path of Stars who are qualified to participate in the feast of all races in the universe?”

“That’s right, the Overlord and true Luo are already here. This person is…”

“Jian Wushuang?!”

“Jian Wushuang is here!!!”

In an instant, the entire Hall was in an uproar.

Jian Wushuang’s name was definitely a thunderous one in the recent universe. He was merely an Ultimate Ruler, but the number of Supremes who had died at his hands had far exceeded the number of hands!

One had to know how terrifying this number was.

Even among the many Supreme martial artists present, there were very few people who had slaughtered so many Supreme martial artists.

A person’s reputation was like the shadow of a tree. The Supreme-beings sitting on the White jade steps were almost all beginner or intermediate Supreme-beings. Their expressions changed slightly, and they looked at Jian Wushuang with fear.

“I didn’t expect that the six top Supreme Masters, including Bing Ye, who is a half-step to invincible Supreme Master, would kill Jian Wushuang together and let him escape.”

“He still dares to come to the Great Clan Gathering? The Great Void Temple, the Dragon Tribe, and the other great powers are also participating in the myriad Tribe Gathering.”

“It seems that there will be some twists and turns in this Great Clan Gathering.”

On the White jade stairs, many Supreme martial artists were shaking their heads as they discussed.

Jian Wushuang was expressionless as he walked up the stone steps. The stagnation force coming from the stone steps was almost negligible for him who had the chaotic domineering body.

“The Dragon Tribe, the Great Void Temple…have they all come?”

Hearing the discussion, a murderous intent flashed in Jian Wushuang’s eyes.

“It’s time to settle old and new scores.”

Jian Wushuang’s lips curled into a cold smile.

Pa da pa da.

There were a total of 999 steps on the white jade stairs. When Jian Wushuang reached the middle, there were no elementary Supreme martial artists left. Almost all of them were middle Supreme martial artists.

They looked at Jian Wushuang with less respect and suspicion, but more playfulness and ridicule.

“Oh? Wasn’t that Jian Wushuang? How would a stray dog dare to participate in a meeting of the highest level in the universe?”

At this moment, a cold and sinister laugh could be heard.

“What?”

Jian Wushuang looked up and saw a white-robed Supreme Master with the word ‘great void’ embroidered on the back. He was looking at him with a cold smile.

“People from the Great Void Temple?”

Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows.

“I am the south of the river, the third Hall Master of the Great Void Temple!”

The Supreme Master stood up and stood in front of Jian Wushuang. He said with a fake smile.

“The south of the river?”

Jian Wushuang thought for a while and felt that the name was familiar. It seemed that he had once tried to kill Ninth Kalpa King on the Supreme Ancient Path of Stars. In the end, he was chased by Ninth Kalpa King and finally, Ninth Kalpa King let him go.

“Oh.”

Jian Wushuang nodded.

After that.

“Get lost!”

Bang!

Jian Wushuang’s fist glowed with golden light and sent Supreme Feng Nan flying!