Legend of Swordsman

His words made Jian Wushuang's mental state fall to the bottom again.

"There is a Great Restriction on these characters, rendering them completely unreadable," he said, lifting his head and speaking in a deep voice.

Jian Wushuang fell silent, as he had already sensed that anything related to Xuan Yi was under a powerful restriction.

This was something that could be seen even in the Divine Power Universe.

Yet, he couldn't help but ask, "Is there really no way, Senior Divine Craftsman?"

"I'll keep trying," Xu Tuo took a deep breath and continued to examine the documents on his desk.

Nan Xuan asked, "What is this thing exactly, and why is it so difficult to decipher? Even a Grand Yan Immortal can't do it?"

"I'm afraid there's really no way to unlock it," Jian Wushuang said with a touch of bitterness in his eyes. He could sense that the Heaven-Patterned Bone Armor was imprisoned by some force, and the characters were sealed beyond Xu Tuo's ability to unlock.

But at that moment, Xu Tuo suddenly spoke again, "Resided in the Eastern Capital, passed through... Ji Shangyang?!"

In that moment, Jian Wushuang's mind exploded like a thousand-pound thunderbolt.

"Resided in the Eastern Capital, passed through Ji Shangyang!"

These eight words were both unfamiliar and extremely familiar.

Past scenes began to reappear.

The Soul Travel experience he had in the Eternal Wushuang Auction House came flooding back.

The figure in the black robe hurrying along the road had spoken the exact words, "I passed through Ji Shangyang from the Eastern Capital!"

Everything seemed like fragmented pieces gradually coming together.

"Resided in Eastern Capital, passed through Ji Shangyang." What did these eight words mean? And why could the figure in the black robe, who was in a hurry, say words that matched these eight perfectly?

Everything was shrouded in mist but couldn't be unraveled.

Xu Tuo's face turned somewhat pale, and disbelief flashed in his eyes. It was as if he had realized something and tried to get up and move away from the documents.

But the moment he stood up, the originally lustrous Heaven-Patterned Bone Armor suddenly turned completely black, like charcoal.

The once radiant white glow had turned into a dark purple, reaching a level of eerie strangeness.

In the next moment, a violent vortex erupted to the extreme, centered around the Heavenly Rune Bone Armor.

Nan Xuan was the first to react, without any hesitation, he directly pushed Jian Wushuang several dozen yards away.

As for Xu Tuo, being the closest, he was directly engulfed by the dark purple vortex.

"Senior?!" Jian Wushuang shouted anxiously, disregarding the violent vortex. He immediately released his invisible sword and slashed at it.

Clang!

The clash of metal resounded, creating a gap in the vortex, but it did not suffer greater damage and instead displayed a menacing presence, covering the sky.

"Young Friend, run quickly. The old man has his own destiny. Let's not worry about him for now," Nan Xuan shouted loudly, then picked up Jian Wushuang and ran without hesitation.

As they stepped out of the hall, the violently raging vortex tore the hall apart. The entire Dao Arena was shrouded in a layer of dark purple haze.

The entire Dao Arena was trembling, and the ten enormous cauldrons were also shaking, with some molten lava even splashing.

"Damn it, where did this storm come from? It can even reduce Yan power?"

Nan Xuan said with a frown as he put Jian Wushuang down.

Jian Wushuang had a very bad premonition in his heart. This aura was irresistible, as if it had traversed endless time and space, and it was the Great Restriction. Anyone who dared to peek into its secrets would face the most terrifying consequences.

At this moment, the vast and majestic Daoi Arena was completely covered by the dark purple vortex, and the Yan power was depleted.

Being within it was even more oppressive.

Jian Wushuang reached out and grabbed at the air, then opened his palm to look. It was filled with wispy threads of haze.

The violent vortex gradually dissipated, turning into a sky full of black mist.

"Divine Craftsman, I'm afraid there's danger," he muttered to himself, and an Invisible Sword appeared in his hand.

As soon as the Invisible Sword appeared, the majestic and brilliant scarlet-gold divine pattern became the only bright light in the entire sky.

The overwhelming violent vortex finally dispersed, but Jian Wushuang and Nan Xuan both became serious at this moment.

Because they saw a withered figure standing on the ruins of the original hall.

That withered figure was wearing an extremely oversized black robe that completely concealed their figure. The only thing exposed was a raised palm, holding up the Divine Craftsman Xu Tuo.

Divine blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he had been severely injured earlier.

All of this happened too quickly. In less than ten breaths, it had become like this.

And to render a Grand Yan Immortal powerless in such a short time, what terrifying entity could this mysterious figure be?

The dark purple haze flowed slowly, and Jian Wushuang and Nan Xuan had already brought their Yan power to its peak, ready to respond at any moment.

"Ugh—"

With his neck clamped by a hand, Xu Tuo emitted a painful groan. "Who... who are you?"

Due to the oversized black robe, it was impossible to discern any features or facial expression of this figure. The only thing that could be felt was an irresistible pressure.

"Speak, who are you?" Xu Tuo struggled to speak.

But what he got was another hand that pierced through his chest.

Divine blood splattered, and his Immortal body was directly torn apart!

Xu Tuo's eyes widened, and his Yan power began to rapidly dissipate from his body.

Then, as if discarding trash, the black robe was casually thrown aside.

The next moment, without waiting for any further action, a scarlet-gold divine pattern descended like a sudden burst of clouds, tearing a rift in the heavens and then heavily striking the black robe.

Whizzz—

The void was split open, an Invisible Sword spanning thousands of feet, cleaving through the heavens and earth, tearing the black robe into fragments without any hindrance.

"Young Friend Jian, impressive!" Nan Xuan loudly exclaimed, seeming quite relieved.

But before his words had even finished, Jian Wushuang's figure in the void was suddenly thrown backward, as if enduring an irresistible blow, retreating tens of thousands of feet!

Nan Xuan was greatly alarmed, instantly arriving in the void, reaching out to catch Jian Wushuang.

"Hurry up and leave!"

Jian Wushuang, his chest collapsed, shouted in astonishment, simultaneously forcefully pushing Nan Xuan away.

The heavens once again rippled, and the previously disappeared black robe unexpectedly reappeared.

He raised his palm, quietly pressing it against Jian Wushuang's chest.

Remble!

An unimaginable aura fluctuation shook the heavens and the earth, tearing open a rift in the sky that spanned billions of zhang in an instant.

Even Jian Wushuang, who possessed the Mystic Garb of the Nine Heavens, could not withstand this strike at all. His immortal body instantly shattered.

Then, his shattered figure, like a kite with a broken string, floated down and fell into a giant cauldron filled with molten lava.

"Wushuang!"

Nan Xuan exclaimed in shock, unable to believe the scene that had just unfolded before his eyes.

In just a short hundred breaths of time, there had been one death and one injury!