Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1031 Killing Sword Unsheathed, No Return Until Death (3)

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Han Muye felt that his bloodline power was being drawn, as if Baxia's power was being extracted.

This suppression of bloodline power indicated that the opponent had reached a higher level in the cultivation of bloodline strength.

He couldn't resist with the power of the divine beast!

Han Muye's figure moved, and the power of the divine beast Baxia dispersed into his body, then he leaped into the air.

"Clang—"

The long sword was unsheathed, gathering sword light, shining with a sharp edge, stabbing towards the young man standing in mid-air.

"Interesting," the young man said with a faint smile, raising his hand and flicking his finger.

"Clang—"

The long sword clashed with the fingertip, Han Muye's figure paused, his face turned red, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The young man also trembled slightly and involuntarily took a step back.

Surprised, the young man looked up at Han Muye and said, "In this low-level world, there is still a master who has cultivated the sword path to such an extreme level."

"It's rare."

After a pause, a cold light erupted in his eyes. "I hate sword cultivators the most."

His palm reached out and tore through the void, appearing on Han Muye's shoulder.

This strike was not only fast but also broke through the limitations of space.

Han Muye was completely unable to dodge.

With that palm holding him, he was undoubtedly going to die.

"Break."

Raising his long sword, Han Muye shouted, and the void burst with a loud explosion.

In an instant, the void within a radius of 100 feet became chaotic.

The hand that had fallen on Han Muye's shoulder slapped three feet away, creating a rippling wave in the void before dissipating.

The strike that shattered the void did not succeed, and a hint of seriousness flashed in the young man's eyes as he looked at Han Muye.

The wings on his back trembled slightly, and a slender black-feathered sword emerged in his hands.

"The last person who asked me to attack was that guy from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

"In this lousy place, there's someone who can make me draw my sword. Damn it, what a pain in the ass."

Impatience showed on the young man's face as he swung the sword towards Han Muye's head.

This sword seemed casual and effortless.

But not far away, Qilin and the others were all wide-eyed.

In front of them, Han Muye's body was folded countless times in space and then torn apart.

But the torn void instantly restored itself.

The overlapping of time and space showed them a glimpse of the scene one in a millionth of a breath later.

"That guy couldn't even block this strike. If not for the power of the Nine Essence Tower, I would have skinned him alive." The young man snorted and looked at Han Muye under the black sword light.

In the next moment, he froze.

Behind Han Muye, a nine-story sword tower appeared.

On the nine-layered sword tower, a faint sword light resisted the folding of space and absorbed that power within it.

"F*ck, the inheritance of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect…

"That's not right!"

Before the young man could finish his sentence, he was already wide-eyed, staring intently at the golden light flickering on Han Muye's sword spirit.

His whole body trembled, his wings directly wrapped around his body, he let go of the black sword in his hand, and cried out, "Young master, spare me—"

In front of him, Han Muye's sword spirit emerged.

On the gray-black sword body, there were remnants of intersecting golden patterns.

These patterns were transformed from the writing on the golden page pierced by the long sword.

Han Muye had once lightly recited these writings.

"Spiritual Wind, Heavenly Net.

"Three Divisions, Primordial Movement."

"Boom!"

The air was filled with a pervasive aura of slaughter, and the golden spiritual light burst, causing the entire world to tremble.

The killing intent that emerged from the depths of his heart drained the young man's already pale face of any trace of blood.

"The sword condensed with killing intent, this inheritance—"

The young man gritted his teeth, his face filled with regret. "I'm damn despicable. Killing sword unsheathed, no return until death."

He shouted to the sky, "With my demonic spirit, I offer this sword—"

At that moment, countless beings from the entire primeval wasteland blocked Han Muye's sword spirit through layers of stacked space.

"Slash—"

The grayish sword pierced through the endless void, staining the sword with the blood of countless beings, which was then devoured by the long sword.

The long sword pressed against the young man's forehead, making him tremble.

"Young Master, do you still remember the Heaven Ascension Immortal Sovereign who imparted his teachings to you five million years ago?

"We, the Demon Luo Clan, were under the command of the Immortal Sovereign.

"I… I have come to seek your leadership over the Demon Luo Clan, to ascend to the Heavenly Divine World, and to rescue the Immortal Sovereign imprisoned in the Divine Source Heavenly Palace!"

The young man trembled and whispered as he looked at Han Muye and the sword pressing against his brow.