Jian Yi's Swan Song!

A moment later!

Cracks appeared all over Jian Lingtian's skin, like a porcelain vase on the verge of shattering.

But his hand was steady.

Steady in a way no dying man should be.

A flicker of an emotion it had never felt before appeared in the Bizarre Quasi-Supreme Being's single eye.

It wasn't fear.

It was wariness.

It could sense what that sword carried.

It wasn't the power of an Immortal Emperor.

It was everything an Immortal Emperor had.

"Are you insane?" the Bizarre Quasi-Supreme Being said.

Jian Lingtian didn't answer.

He raised his sword.

All the light drew together along the blade, thin as a cicada's wing and bright as the Milky Way.

He took a step forward.

That step shattered the void beneath his feet.

Jian Lingtian had practiced the sword all his life, from a green boy just starting out to a Sword Cultivator at the peak of the Immortal Emperor Realm.

He had swung his sword countless times.

But this was his final strike.

And his finest.

"One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Ages."

His voice was soft, as if he were talking to himself.

Then the transparent sword light blazed.

It shone so brightly that everyone on the battlefield squeezed their eyes shut.

So brightly that all ten Bizarre Immortal Emperors in the sky raised their hands to shield their eyes.

So brightly that even with your eyes closed, all you could see was white.

The Bizarre Quasi-Supreme Being raised its black spear.

It poured all its remaining bizarre power into the spear and thrust it toward the sword light.

The two forces met in midair.

There was no sound.

No shock wave.

The space within a radius of ten thousand li fell silent, as if someone had pressed a mute button.

Then the black spear