Jian Wushuang's Past

Five gigantic swords towered around the square, each radiating terrifying waves of Sword Intent that crashed against the young man.

The disciples gathered around them all kept a hundred meters away from the five swords. The Sword Intent they emitted was simply too powerful; none of the disciples nearby could withstand it, much less make the slightest progress.

It was hard to imagine how the young man sitting at the very center could possibly withstand such immense Sword Intent.

The young man sitting at the very center was none other than Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang was now very different from the fearless young man he had once been. His face was filled with a sense of Vicissitudes.

The passage of time had left its mark between his brows.

It was hard to imagine what had happened over these past few decades to change Jian Wushuang so profoundly.

In the sky, several elders looked down at Jian Wushuang, their faces full of worry.

"I don't know if this child can endure it. Sigh, in the end, it's our own incompetence that has disappointed him."

"Sigh, this child carries far too heavy a burden. When all is said and done, we're still the ones who are incompetent."

The two elders sighed. Hearing them, the other elders around them all shook their heads.

"Heaven, Earth, Black, Yellow; Wuji, Black, Yellow—merge!"

Suddenly, Jian Wushuang began rapidly forming hand seals, his lips moving quickly as if he were chanting something.

Around Jian Wushuang, waves of Sword Intent seemed to solidify. The disciples nearby stared in horror and hurriedly retreated.

This tangible Sword Intent was simply too powerful—so powerful that they couldn't even withstand its aura.

"Pfft."

The next moment, Jian Wushuang's expression changed. He suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a large mouthful of