Legend of Swordsman-Chapter 4943 - The Son of the Emperor

4943 The Son of the Emperor

The supreme prestige was so cold that Jian Wushuang wondered what was living here.

“The so-called Imperial City can be crowned with the word ‘Emperor’. Could it be that an Emperor lives here?”

Jian Wushuang was a little surprised, but he soon denied it.

Even if Zhen Wuyang was extremely strong, he shouldn’t be able to banish another Emperor into the Endless Sea.

Jian Wushuang was accompanied by the three Imperial Emperors’ True Shadows. They had fought with Zhen Wuyang until their Emperor Bodies were shattered, but they had not been captured.

It could be seen that an Emperor could be killed by another Emperor, but they could not be captured or exiled.

However, when the two Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals guarding outside the Emperor Gate called Bian Ziyuan the Great Heavenly Official, Jian Wushuang was still suspicious.

The so-called Heavenly Official was a title that existed under the Emperor’s lineage.

Only the Emperor’s lineage would have a Heavenly Official by his side.

For example, Emperor Zhen Wuyang’s faction, which controlled the entire Great Si Region.

There were Seven PPrinces under Zhen Wuyang, and each prince had one Great Heavenly Official and ten Lesser Heavenly Officials.

As for the Emperor, there was only one Great Heavenly Official, and there were no restrictions on the Lesser Heavenly Officials.

The importance of the position of Great Heavenly Official was even more important than the great companion who had accompanied the Emperor since he was young.

This was enough to prove that the appearance of a Great or Lesser Heavenly Official meant the appearance of the Emperor’s lineage.

This was because they only served the Emperor and his son.

Bian Ziyuan was known as the Great Heavenly Official, which meant that there was a possibility that the Imperial Emperor’s lineage existed in this Imperial City.

As Jian Wushuang thought about it, he could not help but feel a little solemn.

Soon, everything that entered his eyes made him even more solemn.

Countless Immortal bones piled up and formed a path that reached the sky, extending into the unknown fog.

At the end of the fog, the outline of a grand hall could be seen.

The scene was so shocking that Jian Wushuang began to believe that there must be some terrifying existence living in it.

“Since you’ve already grown your limbs, then you should leave by yourself. I’ll give you a piece of advice. Once you enter the Imperial City, don’t even think about escaping. Otherwise, these bones under your feet will be your end.”

Bian Ziyuan reminded Jian Wushuang coldly after he withdrew the Yan power chain from Jian Wushuang’s Immortal body. Then, he walked to the front of the group and headed to the giant hall.

Jian Wushuang turned his wrist and glanced at him coldly before looking around.

The entire Imperial City seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious cloud of smoke, giving off an unreal feeling. It was as if there was nothing real except the white bone road under their feet.

After he calmed down, Jian Wushuang looked at the huge hall shrouded in smoke and walked forward slowly.

The white bone path was 99,900 feet long. Jian Wushuang only looked at the huge hall with a complicated expression after he took the last step.

The white bone path behind him was a total of 99,900 feet. Every foot was made of Immortal bones, and every Immortal bone was the corpse of a Yan Immortal, without exception.

In other words, just this white bone path was formed from countless corpses of the Yan Immortals.

Where did this Palace Master come from? Why would he do such a shocking thing?

There was also something strange that puzzled Jian Wushuang.

There was a huge horizontal board in front of the huge hall in front of him. There were three big words engraved on the board.

However, these three words were extremely strange, because no one could see the shape of the words from any direction. Since they could not distinguish the shape of the words, it was impossible to understand their meaning.

However, Jian Wushuang soon realized that the strange words on the board were not written like this on purpose. Instead, they seemed to be reflected in the mirror.

With this idea in mind, he quickly practiced it in his mind and then completely understood.

The three strange words on the horizontal board of this awe-inspiring hall were actually reflected by the mirror.

Jian Wushuang corrected the words in his mind and found the three words familiar.

‘Zi Yan Palace.’

Standing in front of the door, Bian Ziyuan turned around and glanced at Jian Wushuang, who was still in a daze. Then, he waved his hand and pushed the door open.

It was as if the doors of the palace that had been sealed for countless years were slowly opened. A unique, ethereal fragrance floated out of the palace.

Then Bian Ziyuan walked into the hall.

As he entered, low moans came from both sides of the dark hall.

“Greetings, Great Heavenly Official…”

Although Jian Wushuang did not want to step into the hall, he had no choice but to step in.

As he stepped in, the huge door behind him closed.

The originally dim hall also lit up.

On the pillars on both sides of the hall, nearly a hundred sky lanterns slowly lit up.

As the sky lanterns lit up, black-robed men began to walk out from both sides of the hall.

Jian Wushuang’s gaze was solemn. Each of the black-robed men who were walking towards him had at least the strength of a Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal.

If he were to make a move, it would probably be extremely pessimistic.

Looking at the approaching black-robed Grand Yan Immortals, he was already secretly channeling his Yan power and preparing to fight.

At this moment, Bian Ziyuan stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around. He said in a low voice, “Retreat!”

As the voice fell, the black-robed Grand Yan Immortals who had surrounded Jian Wushuang retreated like a tide.

After taking another glance at him, Bian Ziyuan continued to walk into the depths of the giant hall.

Jian Wushuang heaved a sigh of relief. After looking around at the hidden danger, he did not stop and walked forward slowly.

“Your Highness, I’ve already brought him to you.”

Bian Ziyuan stopped and bowed slightly as he spoke to the dark depths of the hall.

“Ziyuan, you’re here?” A weak voice sounded.

Soon, a thin figure walked out from the depths of the hall in a hurry.

“Ziyuan, is that you?”

The thin figure was wearing a grey-white court robe. His face was like jade, but it was extremely pale.

When Bian Ziyuan saw who it was, he nodded again. “Your Highness, it’s me. I’ve brought him for you too.”

The young man who was addressed as His Highness looked at Jian Wushuang.

For some reason, Jian Wushuang felt a sense of familiarity when he looked at him.

“It’s him, a mere Yan Immortal killed seven Grand Yan Immortals that were under me?” The young man was in disbelief.

Bian Ziyuan then said, “Your Highness, that’s right. He was indeed the only one who crossed realms and killed Grand Yan Immortals. However, he did not just kill 7, but 11.”

“What is it? 11?” The young man was shocked, “But he’s clearly only a Yan Immortal!”

Bian Zi Yuan’s mouth twitched when he heard this. Indeed, such a battle record was too inconceivable for a Yan Immortal.