Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1081 - 1081 A Ruthless Sword!

1081 A Ruthless Sword!

The Crimson Flame Savage Bull, a creature that feeds on flames, possessed the power of fire within its bloodline.

It was a monster living in a different world, its entire body brimming with the power of fire, capable of turning its enemies into ashes.

Each Crimson Flame Savage Bull possessed the strength of an Earth Realm warrior, and when they gathered together, their power became even more terrifying.

At least 30 Savage Bulls charged towards Han Muye.

The flames converged into a beam of light that reached 1,000 feet in height.

However, compared to the sword light of Han Muye, this beam of light appeared dim, like a firefly!

A sword swung through the air, its light rippling like a river, advancing with the force of crashing waves.

The flames on each Savage Bull were enveloped by the sword light, transforming into flickering lights within the surging waves.

The pillar of flame shattered with a resounding boom!

“River Wind Listens to the Melody!” Behind Han Muye, a trial disciple wielding a longsword widened his eyes, his sword trembling incessantly in his hand.

“I can’t execute this strike… I can’t!”

He had also trained in this sword technique, but the difference in power compared to Han Muye’s sword art was like night and day.

“A splendid move that sweeps away the waves.” In the Trial Hall, located billions of li away from the Yunlu City, an old man with white hair lightly chuckled.

Beside him, a young swordsman in his thirties had a gleam in his eyes. “To break through the pillar of fire with a gentle wave, the depth of this sword cultivation is unfathomable.”

While saying ‘unfathomable,’ layers of battle intent clearly emerged from his body.

“Why, Zhuyong, is the elite of your Sword Sect’s Tianxun Hall interested in a trial disciple?” A towering man standing beside the young man smiled and spoke loudly.

The white-haired old man wore a smile but did not say anything.

The young man named Zhu Yong did not turn his head. He only looked at the pillar of fire that had exploded in the light screen and the sword light that had already drowned the raging bulls.

“Xuntian Hall only recruits elites.”

“Isn’t Zhantian Hall the same?”

His words made the burly man laugh.

The burly man’s expression turned arrogant as he looked at Han Muye on the light screen. “Whether he can enter the Zhantian Hall depends on whether he can pass the 100th level.”

“A momentary speed or slowness doesn’t mean much.”

Xuntian Hall, Zhantian Hall.

Surprisingly, these two were the strongest figures from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

The disciples of the Sword Sect in the rear, as well as other disciples waiting for the trial, all had expressions of envy on their faces.

To be valued by the powerful figures of the Xuntian Hall and the Zhantian Hall at the same time, that trial disciple was truly extraordinary.

Of course, judging from his sword cultivation, which allowed him to reach the second level with a single sword strike, he deserved such recognition.

Outsiders may not know, but those Sword Sect disciples who had been to the trial grounds knew very well that there was suppression on their cultivation within the trial grounds.

Only those with exceptional sword cultivation could perform exceptionally in the trial grounds.

There was a well-known rumor in the Sword Sect about a powerful cultivator from another sect who concealed his identity and attempted to enter the Sword Sect’s trial grounds, only to be stopped at the outer gate.

It was because his sword art was mediocre, despite his cultivation, he couldn’t unleash his potential in the trial grounds.

The trial grounds were prepared for true practitioners of the sword path.

“Boom!”

On the second level of the trial grounds, the water light in front of Han Muye exploded, and the sparkling flames were extinguished.

One by one, the severely wounded Crimson Flame Savage Bulls collapsed to the ground.

A golden light shimmered on the jade stone in Han Muye’s hand.

The second level of the trial, completed.

“A quarter of an hour.” Holding the jade stone, Han Muye spoke calmly.

The dozens of sword cultivators who followed him had already rushed out.

Han Muye watched as they hunted down and severely wounded the remaining Crimson Flame Savage Bulls, a glimmer of brightness shining in his eyes.

These Crimson Flame Savage Bulls seemed to have found the source of the fire from somewhere, and their flames actually caused a slight response in the Nirvana Pearl he possessed.

He absorbed a wisp of flame and infused it into the Nirvana Pearl, which devoured it without hesitation.

Unfortunately, the power of the bulls’ flames was still weak, and even if he were to slay tens of thousands of them, it would only be a drop in the bucket for the Nirvana Pearl.

Han Muye wasn’t interested in slaughtering bulls on this second level either.

The Nirvana Pearl was just an ordinary treasure to him, and if there was a chance to make it undergo nirvana and awaken his Phoenix Bloodline, that would be even better. If it couldn’t undergo nirvana, it wouldn’t affect him much either.

“The second level is completed.” In the Trial Hall of Yunlu City, Zhao Xu clenched his hands and let out a low roar.

In front of him, within the light curtain, Han Muye and the other trial disciples were enveloped in golden light and disappeared from their original positions.

Before a quarter of an hour had passed, they had already completed the trial task of this level.

The third level.

Green light enveloped a forested area.

Towering trees, hundreds of feet high, filled the surroundings, their canopies resembling magnificent pavilions.

Han Muye and the group of trial disciples landed in the forest, the golden light dissipating from their bodies, immediately drawing the attention of the black giant birds perched on the treetops.

These birds were three feet long with wingspans of nearly 10 feet. They were completely black, and their feathers radiated a greenish-gray hue.

Their long beaks shimmered with a metallic golden color, measuring two feet in length.

At the front of their pale yellow talons were sharp, five-inch-long claws.

“Caw!”

A piercing screech resounded, causing all the trial disciples who had followed Han Muye to tremble.

Surprisingly, this screech contained a spiritual attack!

Han Muye looked up, wielding his longsword with a swing. The sword light reached its extreme speed, a mere flicker, and the black giant bird was already cut in two.

A burst of blood-red brilliance.

Vitality instantly filled the air.

“Be careful!” Several trial disciples shouted.

“These are Iron Thornbirds. They hold grudges the most and will not rest until they kill. They will summon their companions with their blood qi!” One trial disciple looked towards the surging treetops not far away and spoke in a deep voice, “Senior Brother Han, you go ahead.”

Go ahead.

Three or four Iron Thornbirds were manageable for those present.

However, if these birds were to come in groups, no one would dare to face them directly.