Legend of Swordsman

The only time he would extend a helping hand was when it could benefit him. Now, a tier 6 Emperor would not be of much benefit to him. Instead, it became a burden.

....In fact, it would be more prudent not to waste energy and take advantage of the opportunity to escape.

The gaze of those Special Life Forms was fixed on them, but fortunately, Shen Ling Frolasa arrived in time to ward off those creatures.

Jian Wushuang tried to calm his emotions.

At this moment, neither escaping nor confronting was an option.

If martial skills were ineffective, he had to switch to the literary path.

The powerful figures on the field were accurately divided into three factions.

Zhuang Zhong represented one side, while Zhen Ling and the Special Life Forms formed another.

The remaining faction consisted of Shen Ling Frolasa and Fuego. These two were considered as one.

In terms of strength, it was equivalent to three experts in the Tribulation realm.

The current situation was at a stalemate.

If the grand formation was still intact, their side might have a chance of winning. However, without the grand formation, as long as they made a move against him, Shen Ling and Fuego would be cautious.

With the current shift in the situation, Jian Wushuang became crucial.

If he continued to hesitate foolishly, Shen Ling might attack him.

He needed a turning point!

Or a set of convincing arguments.

Jian Wushuang didn’t hesitate and first sent a message to Zhen Ling.

“Lord Zhen Ling!”

Then, he communicated once again with Shen Ling.

In his heart, he had a plan.

However, it depended on whether Zhen Ling was willing.

If so, the situation could be instantly reversed, and even the internal threats could be completely resolved, ensuring his survival.

As for Zhuang Zhong, he was nothing more than a desolate beast. Besides having some leverage in this critical situation, he was worthless.

The confrontation between Zhen Ling and Zhuang Zhong was evenly matched. Both parties had noticed the change in the situation, and there was already a 50 percent certainty in their hearts, albeit just that.

Now, it was time to make a move.

First and foremost, eliminating Jian Wushuang was crucial. As long as Jian Wushuang was killed, everything would fall into place.

Though it might not completely eradicate all future troubles, at least it could buy several epochs. By the time powerful beings from the Inheritor category emerged, he wouldn’t have to worry about it.

“Jian Wushuang?” Zhen Ling was somewhat surprised.

The other party dared to communicate with him.

Wasn’t he afraid that he might follow the karmic chain and directly obliterate him?

“Lord Zhen Ling, the current situation is disadvantageous for both sides. Even if I fall, with Fuego’s recovery speed alone, he will eventually reach his peak again. By then, Qishen Temple will face a great calamity!” However, Jian Wushuang spoke persuasively.

Zhen Ling, however, disdainfully said, “Jian Wushuang, no matter what, today you shall fall. Don’t blame me for it!”

Although he had initially arranged for Jian Wushuang to act as bait, circumstances now forced him to eliminate Jian Wushuang.

As for Jian Wushuang’s plea for mercy, it only made him more contemptuous. As a formidable being, how could one beg for mercy on the battlefield?

Jian Wushuang continued to communicate through sound transmission, “Lord Zhen Ling, don’t you want to eliminate future troubles permanently?”

“Tsk, are you trying to deceive me with this nonsense?” Zhen Ling sneered. “This place is the First Prison, and no one can break free from it!”

“Then why did you come here?” Jian Wushuang directly countered.

If this place was truly formidable, why would Zhen Ling bother coming here?

Wasn’t he just afraid that Shen Ling might have some means?

Fuego belonged to the Giant God Clan, a powerful being of the Fifth Tribulation realm. Even if this place had no tricks, Zhen Ling probably couldn’t rest easy with Fuego here!

Zhen Ling’s expression darkened. With a backward punch, he forcefully repelled Zhuang Zhong and transmitted his voice, “What do you want to say?”

“The Giant God Clan is not as simple as you think!” Jian Wushuang directly aimed at the vital points and continued, “Lord Zhen Ling, they are the overlords of the Starry Sky. We don’t have deep enmity with them. Why must we suppress them?”

He had conversed with Shen Ling and knew that they had no grudges against the Qishen Temple.

Since there were no grudges, why not let them go?

Forcing things this way was not good for anyone.

Of course, it was least friendly to him.

Upon careful thought, from the trial until now, whenever he had a connection with Shen Ling, he almost fell.

The last time he was taken away by Bai Junwang, and this time by Shen Ling.

Both times, he stood against the Qishen Temple.

He didn’t want it this way, but unfortunately, he was just a pawn.

Moreover, for the Qishen Temple, suppressing the powerful figures of the Giant God Clan, weren’t they afraid of inviting disaster?

When the Three Kings suppressed Shen Ling Frolasa, they attracted Fuego. Wasn’t Zhen Ling afraid of attracting even stronger calamity?

Now that the Qishen Temple had fallen, without the Qishen, whether the First Prison was still unidirectional, was uncertain.

After all, if Shen Ling could teleport them here, there might be a way out. Perhaps this method required Feygo to recover his peak strength or the assistance of a Fifth Tribulation realm powerhouse.

Anything was possible.

Since that was the case, why not let them go?

Zhen Ling heard his persuasion but was momentarily stunned.

However, deep down, he didn’t think so.

Shen Ling revealed numerous secrets to Jian Wushuang, yet some crucial reasons were still omitted. Perhaps even Shen Ling was unaware of why Qishen insisted on suppressing him.

Zhen Ling, however, understood the underlying reasons.

This was closely tied to the destruction of the Moro Time-Space. There was a significant connection between its demise and the Giant God Clan. What if they were released, seeking revenge?

Zhen Ling pondered more than Jian Wushuang did.

In the present, Qishen Temple reigned supreme in this river of time because it was a recently formed one. Just a casually released peak-level figure could dominate here.

However, in timelines more formidable than the Moro Time-Space, there were realms stronger than Qishen.

Qishen Temple was like a mobile treasure trove, insignificant before such powerful beings.

Even with numerous contingencies, Qishen Temple’s original purpose was to nurture Inheritors.

If targeted by formidable beings, not only would it fail in nurturing Inheritors, but it could also be trapped.

“Jian Wushuang, you’re thinking too simplistically!” Zhen Ling once again attacked, forcefully smashing the bell.

His aura surged, attempting to break free.

Jian Wushuang’s expression changed, but he persevered. This was his only way out, and he couldn’t afford to give up.

Zhen Ling’s killing intent was unmistakably palpable. If this continued, Jian Wushuang would be done for.

“Lord Zhen Ling, what if they’re willing to make a life oath?”

Hearing the mention of a life oath, Zhen Ling paused.

This time, Jian Wushuang didn’t convey through sound transmission, and both Shen Ling and Fuego heard it.

A life oath !

That was a significant matter that could affect their future transcendence. No one would rashly make such an oath.

Fuego turned to Shen Ling Frolasa, asking, “Will you agree?”

Shen Ling remained silent, contemplating.

He neither agreed nor refuted. A life oath could indeed have profound implications, depending on the conditions.

If they swore not to retaliate against Qishen Temple, only seeking freedom, it would be ideal.

Yet, Zhen Ling lacked the ability to release them, so Shen Ling never entertained such thoughts.