Legend of Swordsman

5771 Battle of Limits (3)

The crimson claw of the Candle Dragon stood out prominently.

Finally, there was a still-beating heart!

The Heart of the Beast God.

When Lian Xing looked over, he took a closer look.

Little did he know, he had already fallen into a giant eyeball.

It was the second core, the Eye of the Beast God.

“An innate prehistoric Universe Treasure!” Lian Xing was greatly surprised.

Ile didn’t expect Jian Wushuang to possess an innate Universe Treasure.

And it seemed that Jian Wushuang had not fully mastered this Universe Treasure.

Upon careful observation, he realized that this innate prehistoric Universe Treasure was the treasure of the Seventh Tribulation.

To fully unleash all its power, Jian Wushuang would need to be at least a Universe Master of the Sixth Tribulation.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to fully control it.

“Interesting!” Lian Xing found it more and more amusing.

He had initially thought that Jian Wushuang had used some forbidden technique to enhance his divine power.

Little did he know it was because of the prehistoric Universe Treasure.

This was genuine personal strength.

While ordinary people might think he relied on a prehistoric Universe Treasure, to a Divine Forgemaster like Lian Xing, an innate prehistoric Universe Treasure, especially one of the Seventh Tribulation, would be unable to unleash its full power even if it were given to someone of the Tribulation Realm.

Jian Wushuang, an Emperor, possessed the ability to activate the innate Universe Treasures, which truly represented his strength.

“Seems like the first two rounds went smoothly!” Lian Xing nodded, speaking to himself,

According to his plan, if Jian Wushuang could pass the first two rounds, he would personally finance the creation of a Heaven-tier sword blank for him.

If he could reach the third round, he would craft a top-grade I leaven-tier sword blank.

The fourth round would warrant a complete-stage Heaven-tier sword blank.

The fifth round!

He hadn’t decided yet.

If Jian Wushuang really made it through and insisted on the Divine-tier, he would consider

it.

But the materials wouldn’t come free.

Perhaps he would make Jian Wushuang pay a certain price.

In any case, the Divine-tier entailed too much; it wasn’t that easy.

It was usually the strong ones from the Eighth Tribulation who sought him out to refine the Divine-tier of sword blanks. Afterwards, those strong ones from the Eighth Tribulation nurtured them into Universe Treasures of the Eighth Tribulation,

Some of the universes of these strong ones in the Tribulation Realm had already perished into Scattered Tribulations, requiring them to seek the Universe Masters of the Eighth Tribulation to nurture them.

The cost for this was even greater.

Usually, it was the Universe Masters who came to him for crafting; Scattered Tribulations

were rare.

After all, the Scattered Tribulations of the Eighth Tribulation rarely engaged in battles, rendering the Universe Treasures useless.

But no matter how you looked at it, the treasures of the Divine-tier corresponded to those super-strong individuals in the Eighth Tribulation.

For Jian Wushuang, an Emperor, to seek him out for crafting, it seemed a bit like child’s play.

Lian Xing toyed with the sphere in his hand, continuing to observe.

Meanwhile, on Jian Wushuang’s side, his body was slightly bent, fists clenched tightly, veins bulging on his forehead.

The power within him reached its peak.

500,000 divine power!

“Hah!”

Jian Wushuang roared, his power stabilizing completely at 500,000.

A crimson flame enveloped his entire body, his eyes turning red.

The puppet, devoid of consciousness, regardless of Jian Wushuang’s surging power, charged once more.

This time, Jian Wushuang stood firm, merely raising two fingers. As the puppet rushed forward, the tips of his fingers erupted with a terrifying force, condensed from his divine

power.

The horrifying column of energy crashed directly into the puppet, pushing it out of Jian Wushuang’s sight and into the darkness.

“Hmm?” Jian Wushuang suddenly turned around.

The puppet emitted no aura, visible only to his naked eyes.

But the strength brought by that divine power was palpable.

In the instant he turned he saw the nunnet charging again

It transformed into a streak of light, intending to ram Jian Wushuang with its rounded head.

Yet Jian Wushuang showed no intention of dodging, instead reaching out with both hands to block the powerful impact.

Embracing the puppet’s head, he delivered a knee strike directly to its abdomen, causing a

large bulge to form behind the puppet.

That was the result of his knee strike.

Boom!

Without giving the puppet any time to adjust, Jian Wushuang followed up with a powerful elbow strike, then grabbed the puppet’s arm and tossed it into the air. A terrifying force gathered in his abdomen and erupted, hitting the puppet squarely.

In the instant the force erupted, Jian Wushuang soared into the air, his speed surpassing space itself, touching upon time.

His speed exceeded the power he unleashed. Just as the puppet was struck, he had already reached its side.

With a smirk, Jian Wushuang flashed behind the puppet, locking it from behind.

His own body transformed into a black hole.

A cosmic black hole.

A stream of black aura continuously emanated, enveloping the puppet before beginning to

devour it.

After a series of attacks, the puppet’s divine power had begun to wane.

This time, there was hardly any resistance to its devouring.

Bound and immobilized, the puppet’s divine power continued to diminish rapidly,

decreasing by a staggering 50,000 in no time.

Watching the spectacle, Lian Xing shook his head.

There was little hope left.

With a drop of 50,000 divine powers, the puppet was left with only 450,000 divine power,

while Jian Wushuang still possessed 500,000 divine power.

Although the difference was a mere 50,000 divine power, the gap in combat prowess was

immense.

500,000 divine power marked the threshold of the Fifth Tribulation, an insurmountable

chasm for those at the Fourth Tribulation.

The disparity was almost infinite.

Jian Wushuang felt he had toyed enough.

He loosened his grip, releasing the puppet.

Scizing its newfound freedom, the puppet paid no heed to its diminishing divine power and

swung a fist at Jian Wushuang’s face.

Thunk!

The fist collided with Jian Wushuang’s face, producing a metallic clank.

Jian Wushuang simply held his ground, absorbing the blow with his face as if it were a

breeze, devoid of any sensation.

Perhaps if the puppet had its peak divine power of 500,000, it could have pushed him back.

But with only 450,000 left, it posed no threat, incapable of inflicting any harm. With a casual tilt of his chin and a hand poised, Jian Wushuang directed a burst of energy towards the puppet’s face, instantly sending it plummeting into darkness.

That blow was more than sufficient to deal with it.

Indeed, after he repelled the puppet, two more appeared in the central area of the next

chamber.

They looked identical, with the same level of divine power, all fueled by Lian Xing’s energy.

This time, Jian Wushuang didn’t dare to let his guard down.

There were too many variables to consider in this battle. The two puppets didn’t immediately attack but instead observed Jian Wushuang closely.

Then, in an instant, the two puppets soared into the air at lightning speed, one following the other, stacking up as they descended upon Jian Wushuang.

Furrowing his brows, Jian Wushuang sensed a significant change with the appearance of the two puppets.