Jian Wushuang looked solemn. He did not doubt Wine Master's words at all.
Although he had killed seven experts of the Saint Realm from the Holy Roman Palace all by himself, it was mainly because of the Road to the Underworld and the Bridge of Helplessness, which greatly restricted the seven experts of the Saint Realm.
In terms of combat capability, he was only on par with Wine Master, or even slightly weaker.
Among the four Holy Masters from the Holy Roman Palace, even the weakest one, Fourth Holy Master, was stronger than Wine Master.
"Third Brother, I have already sent a message to my father, asking him to come forward." Wang Yuan said, "I have mentioned you many times in front of my father, but at that time, your strength was not enough to attract his attention. But now, it is different."
"You are so young, but you killed seven experts of the Saint Realm all by yourself. With such potential, the Danmen will certainly value you very much. Moreover, you and the Holy Roman Palace are mortal enemies. If they can save your life, it will be of great benefit to the Danmen. My father should come forward."
Jian Wushuang glanced at Wang Yuan and nodded slightly.
"Let's wait for a while. In a day or two, there should be news. I just hope that the Holy Roman Palace will not come so soon," Wang Yuan said. He was still very confident.
Based on his understanding of his father, this time the Danmen should come forward to save Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang and the others waited quietly in the contact point.
Danmen!
In the most central hall of the chain of towering palaces, the Danmen Sect Master and several high-ranking Elders gathered to discuss the matter of Jian Wushuang.
"He killed seven experts of the Saint Realm from the Holy Roman Palace all by himself. This little guy named Jian Wushuang is really amazing."
"Young Master's luck is really not bad to be able to befriend such a brother in a weak dynasty."
"Unfortunately, this little guy is not one of the Danmen."
Several elders were sighing with emotion.
At the highest seat in the palace, there was a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe sitting there indifferently. This middle-aged man had a mustache of 28 years. Regardless of appearance or figure, he was 70% similar to Wang Yuan.
This middle-aged fatty was Wang Yuan's father, the Danmen's Sect Master, Wang Yan.
"He is indeed a rare genius," Wang Yan praised, but soon after, he shook his head inwardly. "Unfortunately, we Danmen can't save him."
Hearing this, the elders in front of Wang Yan fell silent.
He couldn't save him. Indeed, he couldn't save him.
If it had been someone else, the Danmen would have stepped forward to save them.
But Jian Wushuang was very special.
The Danmen and the Holy Roman Palace had long since decided that the Danmen would not interfere in Jian Wushuang's matter.
"Tell Wang Yuan that we Danmen won't intervene in this matter. Also, pick a few elixirs that Jian Wushuang can use and give them to him. This is the only thing the Danmen can do. Alas …" Wang Yan sighed softly, his heart filled with helplessness.
…
The Holy Roman Palace. As one of the overlords of Nanyang, the Holy Roman Palace's gate was located on a huge island.
There were mountains and rivers on the island, and a large number of pavilions stood in the middle of those mountains.
At this moment, the Holy Roman Palace's Palace Master and more than ten elders gathered on the top floor of one of the pavilions. The atmosphere was unprecedentedly tense. They had just received news that Mo Yun and the other six Saints had all died at the hands of Jian Wushuang.
Moreover, they were all killed by Jian Wushuang alone.
"Seven Saints. How many Saints do we have in the Holy Roman Palace even if we add up all the Saints? But now, seven of them are gone. "An elder of the Holy Roman Palace shouted in a low voice.
The other elders also had ugly expressions on their faces.
Every Saint was a mainstay of a sect, and the Holy Roman Palace was no exception.
Seven Saints had been killed in one go. This was a great loss for the Holy Roman Palace.
"The seven Saints are already dead. It's useless to say anything more." The Holy Roman Palace's Palace Master, Yi Tianming, said in a low voice in the pavilion, "The one we should be most worried about now is Jian Wushuang!"
Jian Wushuang!
At the mention of this name, the pupils of the Holy Roman Palace's elders could not help but shrink.
It should be known that Jian Wushuang was just a little guy in front of them more than a year ago, and they did not pay much attention to him. But in the blink of an eye, Jian Wushuang's strength had increased to such a level.
This rate of improvement could be said to be inconceivable.
Most importantly, Jian Wushuang's age!
According to the information they had, Jian Wushuang was only 22 years old this year!
At 22 years old, he was able to kill seven Saints of the Holy Roman Palace. What kind of concept was this?
"Elder Mo Yun said something before he died." Yi Tianming's eyes were cold. "This boy's talent is unparalleled. If he doesn't die, the Holy Roman Palace will be in big trouble!"
"He's right!"
"Jian Wushuang is too young!"
"His speed of improvement is too fast. It's too frightening!"
"If he can reach such a level at 22 years old, wouldn't it be a piece of cake for him to destroy the Holy Roman Palace in a few more years?"
"Kill him!"
"We must kill him!"
The eyes of the elders in the attic turned red, and their killing intent soared to the sky.
"This time, he was able to kill Mo Yun and the other seven Saints by himself. His strength is extraordinary. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to kill him. I'm afraid we'll have to ask the four Holy Masters for help," an elder said.
"I'll go and ask the four Holy Masters for help now," Yi Tianming said.
Not long after, Yi Tianming and the elders arrived at the foot of a huge mountain. A boy in azure robes was waiting for them there.
Yi Tianming took out a pen and paper, wrote a letter on the spot, and handed it to the boy in green.
"Palace Master, please wait for a moment." After receiving the letter, the boy in green walked up the mountain along the mountain path.
Yi Tianming and the elders stood there waiting, and at the same time, they were whispering to each other.
"I wonder which Holy Master will come this time?"
"It should be Fourth Holy Master. Fourth Holy Master's strength is more than enough to deal with Jian Wushuang."
"Any one of the four Celestial Masters can kill Jian Wushuang, but it depends on which one of them has the time to do so."
"Anyway, First Holy Master won't do it."
"That's for sure."
"Shut up, all of you!" Yi Tianming suddenly shouted, and the elders immediately closed their mouths.
On the mountain path, the boy in green walked down and came to Yi Tianming. He bowed and said, "Palace Master, Second Holy Master wants you to wait for three days. After three days, he will come out to meet you."
"Second Holy Master?"
"Is Second Holy Master going to do it himself?"
Yi Tianming and the other Elders were secretly shocked. For the next three days, they obediently waited here.
After three days, a thin elder in a black robe appeared in front of them. It was Second Holy Master of the four Holy Masters!
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