Myth Beyond Heaven

Yun Lintian and the others entered a spacious room with powerful protection formations.

At the center, the rusty sword was placed on a marble table that kept emitting blue light, restraining the sword's killing intent.

"Do you need our help?" Wu Qingcheng asked after staring at Yun Lintian for a long while. For some reason, she felt a familiar breath coming from him, but she couldn't pinpoint out.

However, when she glanced at Linlin, who was disguised as a black cat, a strange light flashed through her eyes as if she thought of something.

On the side, Du Huanfeng had also felt the same. Yun Lintian's figure seemed to perfectly fit with the man in front of him. Moreover, the ordinary-looking woman behind Yun Lintian was also aligned with Mu Qiuxue's temperament.

"Send someone to monitor them after this." Du Huanfeng sent a sound transmission to the old man behind him.

"Thank you, Miss Wu. However, we don't need it." Yun Lintian replied with a smile and turned to Jian Feng. "Do you want to go first, Young Master Jian?"

"There's no need to be polite. Just call me Brother Jian." Jian Feng responded politely. He glanced at the sword and said. "Since you have won the bid, it's not appropriate for me to look at it first."

"Alright, Brother Jian." Yun Lintian nodded gently. "We will go together then… Please, Young Master Weilan."

Jian Feng and Weilan Tian had no objection. Both of them quickly followed Yun Lintian to the marble table.

As they drew closer to the sword, the killing intent became more intense. However, all of them were highly talented individuals, they could still resist it without a problem.

When the three arrived beside the table, they quickly scanned the sword thoroughly. Unfortunately, aside from the terrifying killing intent and residual divine energy, they couldn't find anything special.

"As the old saying goes, a sword would become a sword depending on the wielder. How about we give it a try?" Jian Feng suddenly gave a suggestion.

Weilan Tian thought briefly and nodded, indicating he agreed with Jian Feng's approach.

"I have no problem." Yun Lintian responded. "Who wants to go first?"

Jian Feng and Weilan Tian glanced at each other, and it was Jian Feng who spoke. "If Brother Lin doesn't mind, I will go first."

"Sure. Be careful." Yun Lintian said and took a step back with Weilan Tian.

Jian Feng took a deep breath to calm his mind before reaching out to grab the sword's hilt.

The moment his fingers touched the hilt, he suddenly discovered the surrounding scenery had turned into a desolate place with rivers of blood flowing all over the place.

Countless unrecognizable remains could be seen everywhere on the ground. With a glance, Jian Feng could see these people were definitely divine beings. A terrible smell of death filled the air, causing him to involuntarily shudder.

At the same time, terrifying pressures immediately locked down upon him from all directions. Jian Feng felt as though he was being stared at by the gods of death, making him unable to breathe.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Suddenly, deafening roars echoed throughout the entire space, causing heaven and earth to shake violently.

Jian Feng's mind was instantly filled with killing intents. A bloodthirsty nature that was non-existed in his body from the beginning abruptly appeared out of nowhere and quickly shrouded his heart and soul.

His eyes were reddish, and a horribly devilish aura burst out of his body. At this moment, all Jian Feng knew was to kill—he wanted to destroy everything in front of him!

In the room, Yun Lintian and the others quickly noticed the changes in Jian Feng's body. They glanced at each other in surprise, unaware of what was happening.

Because Yun Lintian and Weilan Tian stood closest to Jian Feng, they could feel the killing intent that radiated from the latter was precisely the same as the sword. Obviously, Jian Feng was about to be swallowed by it.

Yun Lintian and Weilan Tian reacted promptly. They arrived beside Jian Feng, and Yun Lintian swiftly kicked the sword away while Weilan Tian pulled Jian Feng hard.

Bang!

The sword was sent flying and pierced into the wall in the distance. Meanwhile, Jian Feng's eyes gradually returned to normal, and the fiendish aura on his body had also vanished completely.

He regained his sense and found himself drenched in a cold sweat.

"What's going on?" Weilan Tian pulled Jian Feng up and asked curiously.

Yun Lintian and the others had also looked at him, waiting for an explanation.

Jian Feng took a few deep breaths and said. "I don't know what happened, but I found myself standing on a battlefield filling with blood and corpses of divine beings. After that, I don't know anymore."

Weilan Tian frowned deeply. He glanced at the sword and slowly walked toward it.

Yun Lintian didn't stop him. He merely said. "Don't worry. I will help you."

Weilan Tian nodded and reached out to grab the sword.

A similar scene happened to him. Weilan Tian found himself standing on the horrible battlefield. However, compared to Jian Feng, his mind was much firmer. He managed to resist the surrounding pressures and began to move forward.

"Kill!"

A deafening roar echoed in Weilan Tian's mind, causing him to halt his step. His pupils shrank, and his aura surged. A powerful sword intent abruptly burst out of his body. It rushed forward, attacking an unknown existence hiding in the dark.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The roars grew intense as Weilan Tian slashed the sword in his hand outward. What he didn't know was that his eyes had already turned red, similar to Jian Feng's previously.

His mind was gradually gnawed by the surrounding killing intents. The desire to kill all beings in his heart became stronger.

In the room, the protection formation had long been activated since the moment Weilan Tian's aura surged.

At this moment, Weilan Tian was like a trapped beast. He frantically swung the sword around the place as if facing a great enemy.

"Brother Lin." Jian Feng turned to Yun Lintian, asking for an opinion.

Yun Lintian stared at the sword in Weilan Tian's hand for a moment and said. "I'll take care of the sword."

"Let's go!" A long sword appeared in Jian Feng's hand as his figure flashed and reappeared beside Weilan Tian before slashing at the latter's shoulder.