บท 972: Slaughter

"Let me introduce myself..."

"I'm the Emperor's son-in-law of the Great Tang... Jian Wushuang!"

His crisp voice resounded in the world, brewing an unexpected storm that shook everyone.

Everyone, be it experts from the three big countries or those inside the imperial palace, widened their eyes in disbelief.

Jian Wushuang?

The peerless genius that showcased his incredible strength and talent 1,200 years ago? The one who saved Tang of the East from destruction all by himself?

"Isn't he dead?"

"How?"

"How are you still alive?"

Dao Master Gu Ji stared at Jian Wushuang with uncertainty before his murderous intent returned.

"Humph! So what if you're Jian Wushuang? You're still only in the Eternal Realm! In the battle of the imperial palace 1,000 years ago, you must have used a trump card to show such incredible strength! It's unfortunate you won't be able to use such a trump card again!" Gu Ji said coldly.