Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2026: 838, The premier killing formation of ancient times, the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation!_2

Chapter 2026: 838, The premier killing formation of ancient times, the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation!_2
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“Boom——”

The light of the soul condensed into a Heaven-rending Mad Lion, charging toward the direction of the sword array.

In that moment, other powerful beings, no longer hesitant, were also channeling the power of heaven and earth, launching their assault.

To think that they, the peak Immortal Sovereigns of this world, would be chased to desperation by a group of low-level cultivators wielding swords.

Such an overpowering assault on their spirit drove them mad.

“All of you, die——”

Someone roared in fury.

The void seemed to be struck by this force of rage, starting to tremble and surge.

“It’s over, Nine Mystic Sword Sect, it’s over…” In the distant void, someone whispered.

This counterattack battle was a sight that stirred one’s blood.

Yet, in the end, it was to witness the killing of all sword cultivators, vanishing into nothingness.

Not just the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, but also those from the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Today’s battle marked the defeat of both major Sword Sects, this battle determined that in the future, in the Myriad Domains Battleground, sword cultivators would no longer be a part of the final struggle.

Sword cultivators could no longer remain.

“Alas, the glory of the sword path, its rise was swift, and its demise, just as swift…” A green-robed Daoist watching the golden battle lion charging at the sword formation murmured.

This mad lion might be powerless to tear through the diminished sword formation, but countless spells and supernatural powers were trailing closely behind, crashing down.

No one knew how long the sword formation could withstand the assault from so many strong opponents.

A hundred breaths?

Half an hour?

No force in this world could save Nine Mystic Sword Sect and Lingxiao Sword Sect now.

“Fellow Daoist, are you scared?” Xu Ao asked, looking ahead at the layers upon layers of sword light and the divine abilities’ flowing light that had already obscured the sword light, suddenly speaking out.

“Scared,” Han Muye nodded.

“After cultivating for a lifetime, seeking longevity and sustenance, who wouldn’t be afraid of such a scene?”

Han Muye’s voice lingered in the void.

Not only did Chen Ao hear it, but everyone else did as well.

All who had come here were the elite of the world, none of whom wished to die.

Nobody wanted to die so unclearly and unjustly.

Many cultivators’ expressions changed, some showing a hint of retreat.

“That’s not right!”

Someone in the void called out softly.

A distant cultivator, pale-faced, clenched his teeth, his whole body trembling.

“He can influence people’s minds!”

With just one sentence, to affect the mind!

Who among those who arrived here wasn’t a real powerhouse, each with unwavering will?

How could such strong individuals be influenced and have their cultivation and soul perception affected by others?

“This man is a Divine Soul Ascends to Venerable!”

Someone exclaimed.

Only a Divine Soul Ascends to Venerable could exhibit such power.

The strength of the soul reaches the Immortal Venerable realm, having the power to influence others’ minds with just a sentence, making them dare not to oppose him.

Chen Ao turned to look at Han Muye.

He hadn’t expected Han Muye to be someone whose Divine Soul Ascends to Venerable.

Isn’t he a sword cultivator?

“Boom——”

The space in front vibrated, the divine abilities clashing with the sword light, and the Formation Path power was already teetering on the brink.

With a low roar, Chen Ao charged directly to the forefront of the sword array.

He stood atop the Lingxiao Sword Sect’s battle formation, standing tall and upright.

Following closely behind, Han Muye also took his place beside him.

Chen Ao looked up to the distance to see that divine ability halo gathering once more, a hint of a smile on his face.

Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the sword formation below.

“Lads, not bad, you’ve not disgraced me,” he said.

After all, he was the rightful Sect Master of the Lingxiao Sword Sect!

Seeing the Lingxiao Sword Sect rise to first on the Heavenly List, seeing those Sword Sect disciples exhibiting immense combat strength, taking on those powerful beings, how could he not be thrilled?

Even if this thrill meant laying down his life here, he considered it worth the sacrifice.

Raising his head, Chen Ao laughed loudly: “The strongest of Lingxiao Sword Sect, the Sect Master Chen Ao, is here!”

“Which one of you dares to come and fight me?”

A loud shout echoed, shaking heaven and earth, causing turbulence throughout vast distances.

He was a peak Immortal Sovereign!

He was as strong as any powerful being, not a bit weaker.

This shout alone made heaven and earth tremble!

Those remaining peak Immortal Sovereigns, who were ready to strike, paused slightly.

This man was the strongest of the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

To face the all-out and desperate attack of such a strong figure was something nobody wanted to encounter.

With the three-foot-long sword in hand, Chen Ao looked up at the sky, laughing heartily.

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Below, whether it was Lingxiao Sword Sect or the disciples within the sword array of the surrounding Nine Mystic Sword Sect, they all looked up, watching Chen Ao.

Chen Ao’s face was alight with a smile, calmly accepting this respect and reverence.

His gaze landed on Chen Shaodong, his eyes carrying a hint of encouragement.

Chen Shaodong was visibly moved and bowed to him.

Around them, all of Lingxiao Sword Sect’s disciples bowed in unison.

Further away, at this moment, all disciples of Nine Mystic Sword Sect also bowed together.

“Greetings, Master,” Chen Shaodong’s voice rose.

“Greetings, the Great Elder,” called out all the sword cultivators of Lingxiao Sword Sect.

“Greetings, Cloud Ripple Sword Honor,” voiced all disciples of Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

“Father,” Huang Zhihu murmured softly.

Huang Six simply grinned with a smile.

“Minister Han, unharmed I trust,” Old Master Qin Suyang and Xu Zhi nodded lightly with their hands clasped.

In the void, at this moment, all voices seemed to eventually merge into one phrase.

“Unharmed I trust,” Han Muye whispered.

Chen Ao’s face revealed bewilderment.

He slowly turned his head, looking at Han Muye beside him.

“You, are you also a disciple of Lingxiao Sword Sect?”

Han Muye nodded, “Not a disciple, an elder.”

Chen Ao opened his mouth, speaking in a low voice, “My son is taught by you?”

Han Muye’s expression was composed, “It was just an early education.”

Chen Ao turned his head to look around, his face carrying a trace of confusion: “Then, those sword cultivators, are they also?”

“Though their combat strength is inferior, they still possess the backbone of sword cultivators,” Han Muye’s voice remained calm.

Chen Ao looked around, then at the sword in his own hand, and then his gaze moved up to the sky.

Over there was a Heavenly List.

Atop the Heavenly List, Lingxiao Sword Sect was first.

Nine Mystic Sword Sect was fourth.

Both of these powerful forces were cultivated by the same person.

The very person beside him.

It turned out that Lingxiao Sword Sect’s first place on the Heavenly List was bestowed by him.

“Uhm, Fellow Daoist Han,” Chen Ao clasped his hands together, his expression sincere, “Thank you.”

“From now on, you are the strongest of Lingxiao Sword Sect.”

This statement was very sincere.

“Master Han…” Far away in the sky, a figure standing next to a black Puppet Fighter uttered in a low voice filled with dread.

This Galaxy Universe cultivator, who almost seized the Great Path Golden Beads, now felt an overwhelming fear.

This Master Han, who stirred endless tumults in the Galaxy Universe, also had two forces in the Myriad Domains Battleground that were this formidable.

Then what more secrets did he hold?

Han Muye looked up, his gaze sweeping across the sky, then fixed on the youthful Daoist from the Supreme Path.

The young man recoiled slightly, his body shimmering with golden light.

“With a Divine Soul honed to perfection, let’s see how strong your soul truly is.”

He gripped the golden staff in his hand, and ten dragon-like figures, each as immense as mountains with horns emanating cold light on their heads, charged towards Han Muye.

On the body of each dragon, scales carried the power to tear through the void, constantly twisting.

This was a state where the soul’s strength was condensed to the point that heaven and earth could not bear it.

This golden staff, a treasure of the soul!

Chen Ao raised the three-foot-long sword in his hand, prepared to take action, then hesitated slightly and murmured, “Forget it, I am no longer the number one expert of Lingxiao Sword Sect.”

Beside him, Han Muye’s eyes narrowed, and then he spoke out loud, “Do you still have the strength for one more battle?”

Strength for one more battle?

As the words fell, a three-foot-long sword flew out from below.

The sword was dark as night, resembling the Heavenly Profound Sword, but upon its ten-thousand-fathom-long sword body, endless dim light seeped out.

Han Muye raised his hand, and the sword flew forth.

The next instant, the entire ten-thousand-mile territory, the hundred-billion-mile void, layer after layer of heaven and earth, even the universe behind the Endless Void, all began to churn.

At this moment, between heaven and earth, all cultivators within every space of the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms were struck with a drastic change in expression.

A murderous aura was spreading.

It was the killing intent that came from the ancient times!

When the sword flew out, behind Han Muye, above his head, three swords appeared.

Four swords, stationed at four corners.

In that moment, within a hundred-thousand-mile-radius, no creature could feel anything other than their souls being frozen.

A powerful killing formation never seen since the ancient times.

Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation.

This ‘immortal’ refers to all beings in this world who transcend the mortal realm!

In this hundred-thousand-mile territory of the void, every transcendent being,

Was subject to execution by this sword!