Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1944: 803, go to death with great generosity, a promise is worth a thousand gold pieces

Chapter 1944: 803, go to death with great generosity, a promise is worth a thousand gold pieces

“Don’t worry, we’ll escort you to the Zhenyue Guard camp,” Lu Zizheng, thinking Han Muye was nervous and afraid, spoke out loudly.

A splendid light emanated from the long saber in his hand, and he took a step forward.

“Zi Ming, Yu Sheng, follow me to fend off the enemy, and the rest of you, escort the blacksmith away!”

Two of the Lu family descendants following him stepped forward without hesitation, thrusting their long spears.

Where saber light and spear glow met, they merged into an Azure Dragon, roaring to meet the winged figures charging at them.

The other Lu family descendants covered the flying vessel with spiritual light and ascended into the sky.

Unfortunately, the flying vessel had been damaged and was moving much slower than before; several people from the Canaan Tribe bypassed Lu Zizheng and his group, charging towards the flying vessel.

“Block the enemy!”

The two Lu family descendants exchanged a glance and surged forward.

One was an Armor Master and the other a Puppet Master; a Sage-level Battle Puppet flew out, while the Armor Master used the black battle armor to protect the body of the Puppet Master.

The released Battle Puppet grew ten feet tall, and with a long staff swept across, summoning a gust of wind that became a swirling tornado, blocking the members of the Canaan Tribe that were coming at them.

After a brief moment of this swift escape, only eight descendants of the Lu family were left to protect the flying vessel, while eleven others, split into five groups, were surrounded and cut off by the enemy.

“Sir, we will lead the pursuit away. You head to the Zhenyue Guard camp alone.” Watching the Canaan Tribe catching up once more, a Lu family descendant holding a long spear and dressed in black armor spoke to Han Muye in a low voice.

Several others leaped onto the flying vessel, and one of them tossed a set of black battle armor onto Han Muye before pushing him out of the vessel.

Eight descendants of the Lu family remained, two stayed on the flying vessel to continue escaping, while the rest paired off and scattered in different directions.

Han Muye was led by a youth with a somewhat young-looking face, fleeing together in one direction.

After escaping for about 15 minutes, the youth stopped and gave Han Muye a fist salute: “Sir, please go on, I’ll hold them off here.”

There were only a few people from the Canaan Tribe following them.

The young man charged at the winged figure that had arrived, swinging his three-foot-long sword and summoning the roaring gust of wind.

From the time they’d arrived from Zhenyue Guard to now, when everyone had taken action to help Han Muye get away, no more than half an hour had passed.

Han Muye hadn’t exchanged a single word with them.

These people were merely fulfilling their duty, not asking for Han Muye’s opinion, nor inquiring about their own comrades’.

Life and death had already been entrusted to their convictions.

Han Muye watched as the anonymous Lu family descendant was surrounded by the Canaan Tribespeople.

In the divine realm, in the Galaxy Universe, such people had become rare.

Here, people had battle armor, Puppet Fighters, and seldom did they face life and death situations personally.

Back in Profound Heaven World, in the Origin Heaven World, too many were willing to give their lives generously.

It wasn’t that anyone wanted to die.

It ‘s just that, when faced with a choice, some would deem their own lives as less significant.

To die with generosity, a promise weighed as much as a thousand pieces of gold.

“What’s your name?”

As three rays of Flowing Light struck down, repelling the Lu family descendant, Han Muye suddenly asked.

Turning to see Han Muye had not left, urgency flitted across the young man’s face.

“You”

“My name is Lu Yushen, now go quickly.”

Concentrating his sword light once more, augmented with the power of his battle armor, Lu Yushen charged against the three rays of Flowing Light.

The Canaan Tribespeople, aided by their wings, had incredible swiftness, and their strength was immensely powerful.

Among their four arms, some wielded sabers and spears, others shields and hammers, and within their vertical eyes flashed golden light that could immobilize a person.

Lu Yushen’s cultivation abilities were no less than those of his opponents, but his combat experience was significantly lacking. Engaged by two figures, a third Canaan member flashed and, gripping dual sabers, dropped towards Han Muye’s head.

These foreign races were clearly there to target the blacksmith from the divine realm.

“Duck quickly!”

Lu Yushen shouted.

But Han Muye didn’t duck.

He simply raised his eyes to look at the dual sabers.

“Boom”

A figure burst out from behind Han Muye, smashing the descending dual sabers with a punch, and the force of the punch struck the chest of the Canaan figure wielding them.

The body of the Canaan Tribe member shattered, exploding upon impact.

The form of the God-Slaying Puppet Fighter appeared, and in the next instant, it was beside Lu Yushen, striking out again with a punch.

The two Canaan Tribespeople shuddered under the force of the punch, their bodies and bones shattered by its power.

The combat strength of the God-Slaying Puppet Fighter far surpassed those of the winged Canaan Tribe.

Observing the Canaan Tribespeople collapsing from a single blow, Lu Yushen felt the fortune of having narrowly escaped a calamity.

He turned abruptly to look at Han Muye behind him.

“Sir, you”

How could a blacksmith have such capabilities?

“If you don’t want others to die, take my Battle Puppet now and save them.” Han Muye cut in before Lu Yushen could finish, speaking out clearly.

Save people.

Before, the focus was only on getting Han Muye to safety; the life and death of his brothers in arms were put aside.

Now, seeing that Han Muye was out of danger, Lu Yushen remembered the others.

“Good, good!”

He dared not stay, and his body shot back in a retreat.

The God-Slaying Puppet Fighters followed behind him, transforming into a black Flowing Light.

Han Muye, on the other hand, remained where he was, his gaze cast into the distance.

There, the aura of several Canaan Tribespeople was approaching rapidly.

In just a few moments, two six-winged figures with four arms, and four Canaan Tribespeople with their wings spread, landed.

The two leading individuals opened their vertical eyes, flashing with sharp light.

“How many blacksmiths have come to the divine realm this time?”

“Who is leading the Lu family this time?”

“Which other families have formed an alliance with the Lu family in the divine realm?”

The four-armed elder leading the group looked at Han Muye and spoke slowly.

The golden light from his vertical eye stirred, covering Han Muye.

But this golden light was blocked before it could reach Han Muye.

This made the elder startle.

The Six-winged Canaan, already possessing the combat strength of a Primordial God-level Peak Cultivation, could battle against the desolate wilderness. Their Vertical Eye Divine Ability could even suppress cultivators of the same level.

Once suppressed by the Vertical Eye Divine Ability, not only would one’s body be imprisoned, but the connection to one’s soul would also slow down.

If the soul is even slightly weaker, they would spill everything they are asked.

“Unexpectedly, I misjudged,” the Six-winged Canaan elder sneered coldly, thrusting the long spear he held with his two rear arms straight at Han Muye’s chest.

“Buzz”

The long spear, bringing a howling gust of wind, instantly imprisoned the ten-zhang void around it.

No frills, a simple blow that shattered illusions.

Such is the power of the Canaan Tribe.

Soul power, physical strength.

Any other spells, supernatural powers, in front of such formidable soul and physical power, were completely inadequate.

“Boom”

Han Muye threw a punch.

His fist collided with the spearhead, then shattered it.

The elder of the Six-winged Canaan Tribe looked shocked, his eyes wide as the arms on his back blew apart with a blast.

“Kill—”

Another Six-winged Canaan Tribesperson, along with the accompanying other Canaan Tribespeople, instantly made their move.

But they were fast, and Han Muye was faster.

Not using his sword, Han Muye stepped forward and punched.

The shadow of his fist turned into an Azure Dragon, knocking the first Canaan Tribesperson who rushed at him flying, and then with the Divine Dragon’s tail sweep, he hit two other Canaan Tribespeople.

Han Muye’s figure didn’t stop; he kicked out, shattering the golden hammer aimed at his shoulder, and then he slapped the approaching Canaan Tribesperson on the shoulder, turning the entire body to dust.

“Bang”

Turning around, Han Muye landed a punch on the shield plummeting toward him, shattering the shield.

The shield-bearing Six-winged Canaan Tribesperson staggered back, blood spewing from his mouth.

In just one exchange, all the foreign race members led by the two six-winged Canaan Tribespeople were severely injured.

Han Muye stood there, murderous aura slowly gathering around him.

In the distance, more than a dozen figures were fleeing at full speed.

At the forefront, the God-Slaying Puppet Fighters, rumbling with the sound of wind and thunder, pulled the power of heaven and earth into a phantom of a black tiger.

“Protect Mister!”

Lu Zizheng’s voice carried a resoluteness.

The Lu Family Descendants arrived in a desperate charge.

They saw the presence of the Six-winged Canaan Tribespeople.

With their combat strength, they were no match for these six-winged Canaans.

“Go.” The pupils of the two leading Six-winged Canaan Tribespeople flashed with alertness as they glanced at Han Muye, and their wings unfolded behind them.

By the time Lu Zizheng and the others arrived, the Canaan Tribespeople had already retreated.

“Mister, are you alright?”

“Thank you, Mister, for your help.”

Lu Zizheng and the others looked at Han Muye, bowing respectfully.

Han Muye waved his hand, looking into the distance.

“Let’s go back to the camp.”

Moments later, the last two Lu Family Descendants, piloting the flying vessel, arrived, and everyone headed in the direction of the camp.

About 15 minutes into their flight, Han Muye suddenly furrowed his brows.

Without him having to say anything, Lu Zizheng and the others already felt something was amiss.

Ahead, in the direction of their camp, a murderous aura reached to the sky.

They were surrounded.