A meticulous plan had, in the end, still been utterly shattered. Jiang Ziya and Yang Jian exchanged a look, both their expressions grave.
Inside the Xiqi main camp, the assembled Immortal Officials had just witnessed Tu Xingsun's earth-burrowing divine ability, coming and going without a trace. Every one of them was shaken to the core, helpless, and for a time they could not think of even the slightest way to counter it.
Jiang Ziya's face was dark as water, his brows locked tight. He pondered for a long while, yet still could not find a way to break the deadlock.
Just then, Yang Jian, off to the side, suddenly had a flicker in his eyes. In his mind, the Magic Treasure Tu Xingsun had summoned when assassinating the Martial King flashed past.
That golden, glittering rope was clearly the Immortal-Binding Rope!
According to legend, the Immortal-Binding Rope was the natal Magic Treasure of Juliusun, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect.
In the previous battle at the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, Juliusun had had his Three Flowers Above the Crown shaved away by the Primordial Golden Dou, his Origin damaged. He had long since returned to Kunlun Mountain to recuperate in quiet meditation. How could he have let his natal Magic Treasure fall into the hands of some nameless dwarf?
Yang Jian immediately told Jiang Ziya his suspicions in a low voice.
At Yang Jian's words, Jiang Ziya instantly saw the light. He
As a disciple of the Chan Sect, he knew the details of the Twelve Golden Immortals extremely well. Though he had never seen the Immortal-Binding Rope with his own eyes, he had heard of it long ago.
With Yang Jian's single hint, he instantly remembered something: under Juliusun, there was indeed one disciple!
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