Jian Nu

After returning the greeting, the old man turned around and slowly opened his tightly closed eyes.

One area was grayish-white.

He was blind.

But Xingtian was on high alert, his whole body tense, and he retreated repeatedly.

It was precisely because of the old man's words, "Jian Nu."

At this moment, the other Supreme Powerhouse Demon Race also stopped attacking, and some even turned and fled.

Even so, none of the Supreme Powerhouse present found it laughable.

Because the other party is Jian Nu!

He is the undisputed number one powerhouse in the Sword Sect today.

Xingtian had no idea how far he had retreated.

He only gradually regained his footing when Feng Jiu appeared beside him.

But looking at Feng Jiu's expression, Xingtian still felt that retreating was still a bit too conservative.

"Damn it! How did that old monster appear?"

"Old monster?"

Feng Jiu's way of addressing the Jian Nu left Xingtian speechless.

We're the monsters, aren't we?

At the same time, he understood that Feng Jiu's title was not without reason.

It is said that this Jian Nu once fought fiercely against a great Demon Race Great Sage for over a hundred rounds.

Although ultimately defeated and severely wounded, he still established a formidable reputation throughout the universe.

Being able to withstand hundreds of attacks from the Great Sage is a level of strength that completely exceeds the understanding of the Supreme Powerhouse.

Looking at the entire Demon Race, Xingtian could only think of one person who could rival him.

That's the Three-Legged Golden Crow clan chief.

It's just unclear which of the two is stronger.

"Clan leader? Now that the Jian Nu has appeared, should we continue?"

"Continue? Continue what? Continue courting death?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xingtian was pulled back by Feng Jiu.

At the same time, a faint sword intent locked the two of them firmly in place.

This caused Feng Jiu's expression to change drastically, and he even revealed his Phoenix True Body.

Their speed increased several times over.

However, the oppressive feeling hanging over their heads lingered for a long time.

Feng Jiu was even more on high alert, and subconsciously tightened her grip on Xingtian's giant claws.

This made Xingtian was caught in the middle, extremely uncomfortable.

Compared to death, Xingtian was completely indifferent to this slight discomfort.

He even had a bit of anticipation, hoping that this discomfort would come on even more intensely, which might allow Feng Jiu's speed to increase by another half level.

Unfortunately, just as Xingtian was lost in thought, Feng Jiu, who was moving at high speed, suddenly stopped.

At this moment, the Phoenix True Body seemed to transform into a statue, standing motionless in the void.

At the same time, a very ordinary longsword appeared above the statue.

Xingtian could even spot some rust spots on the sword.

Yet this seemingly insignificant broken sword, which would be unremarkable in the mortal world, now exuded a power that shook the heavens and the earth.

This boundless power extinguished any fighting Xingtian, trapped in Feng Jiu's claws, from his will to fight.

His body was completely locked in place by some kind of aura, rendering him unable to move an inch.

While Feng Jiu's situation was slightly better than Xingtian's, he could only take some action.

Twisting my neck and blinking my eyes are still no problem.

Don't even think about it; just flapping your wings won't cut it.

As the broken sword slowly fell from above, Feng Jiu but let out mournful cries.

As if sensing Feng Jiu's cry for help, a black figure instantly appeared between Feng Jiu and Po Jian.

Sensing the appearance of that figure, the Jian Nu in the distance shook his head helplessly, then waved to the void.

The broken sword surprisingly abandoned its attack and instantly returned to the Jian Nu's back.

Xingtian had finally regained his mobility, also saw what was behind the Jian Nu at that moment.

It was an even more worn-out scabbard.

It looked as if it had been through countless battles and massacres, and was in a terrible state of disrepair.

Its exterior is covered with mottled rust and deep scratches, as if it were a witness to history, telling the story of past glories.

A blind man, ragged clothes, a broken sword, and a scabbard about to be discarded.

No one could have imagined that such a person could actually fight against the Great Sage.

Everyone present was one of the strongest beings in the universe.

Many of them had experienced that battle firsthand and naturally understood just how terrifying this unassuming old blind man was.

At this moment, Jian Nu no longer paid attention to Feng Jiu and Xingtian.

Instead, he turned his unfocused eyes toward the black figure that had just appeared.

The Human Clan body, with black hair and a black robe, was almost entirely covered in black.

This shows how much this person prefers black.

Because of the angle, Xingtian could only see half of the other person's face, but the resolute look in his eyes was instantly imprinted in his mind.

"That is...?"

Just as Xingtian was puzzled, Feng Jiu turned around and transformed into the Human Clan body, bowing to the person above and thanking them.

"Thank you for your help, Lord Golden Crow!"

That's right, the man in black is indeed the Three-Legged Golden Crow.

He waved his hand dismissively at Feng Jiu's thanks, then turned to look at the two of them.

Or rather, they were watching Xingtian.

This put Xingtian under immense pressure.

After all, the Three-Legged Golden Crow in the Ziwei Domain died at his hands.

It's impossible not to worry about the other party finding out.

But in the end, the Golden Crow Clan Chief didn't say anything. Instead, he spoke to Feng Jiu:

"Hmph! The Phoenix Clan is truly cunning!"

Feng Jiu naturally understood that the other party was referring to the Three-Legged Golden Crow bloodline within Xingtian's body.

After all, before fusing with the Great Sage's Essence Blood, Xingtian's main bloodline was the Three-Legged Golden Crow.

In that sense, the Phoenix Clan is indeed somewhat in the wrong.

However, facing the Golden Crow Clan Chief's dissatisfaction, Feng Jiu still responded, "Golden Crow Lord! My ancestor said that Xingtian is a man of great talent and should not be overlooked! However, my Phoenix Clan is indeed at fault in this matter, and we will definitely bring generous gifts to apologize in person another day!"

Seeing that Feng Jiu had even brought up the Phoenix Ancestor, the Golden Crow Clan Chief didn't say anything more and turned to look at the Jian Nu again.

"Old blind man, how have you been?"

"Excellent! Excellent! I never expected that Lord Golden Crow would still remember this old servant! It is my greatest honor!"

Upon hearing the Jian Nu's response, the Golden Crow Clan Chief's face was filled with disdain.

"Hmph! You're still so self-deprecating! You've completely disgraced the Supreme Powerhouse Being!"

Jian Nu showed no anger at the Golden Crow Clan Chief's accusations; instead, he responded with a smile:

"Golden Crow's criticism is correct. This old servant also wants to correct it, but it's become a habit over the years, and it's not so easy to change!"

Seeing the Jian Nu's obsequious manner, the Golden Crow Clan Chief was furious.

The opponent doesn't resemble a Top-Tier Supreme Powerhouse at all; he's clearly just an old madman from the mortal realm.

It's unbelievable that someone like him could cultivate to such a level; it just shows how unfair the Dao is.

Having thought this through, the Golden Crow Clan Chief didn't bother with any more words.

With a wave of his hand, a torrent of black flames poured down upon the Jian Nu.

Seeing this, the Jian Nu dared not be careless.

With a sudden burst of strength, he pushed the group of Supreme Powerhouse behind him away to a safe area.

Then, he formed a sword incantation with his hands, and the broken sword behind him shot out swiftly, piercing straight into the black flames.

The black flames, radiating immense heat, were completely ineffective against the broken sword.

The broken sword moved in as if it were in its element, spinning rapidly to form a hurricane that stirred up the endless black flames within.

In an instant, a massive fire tornado formed in the center of the battlefield.

Then it slowly dissipates.