Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 822 Three Slashes, Extermination

Lightning flashed and blood qi surged!

As Qian Yiming issued the military order, the entire Southern Wasteland began to tremble!

800,000 Red Flame Army soldiers and 100,000 Mystic Sun Guards were ordered to return to the Central Continent.

When these armies that had been refined in blood and fire for decades stepped into the Central Continent, spiritual lights surged between heaven and earth.

A battle intent and a baleful aura condensed into boundless killing phenomena that transformed into various magical beasts.

This was an army that had been through hundreds of battles, and it was full of killing intent.

"This is going to cause a bloody storm…" An old man standing at the border of the Central Continent raised his head and whispered.

Behind him, several middle-aged cultivators nodded.

"Ancestor, since Qian Yiming's army has returned, he must be coming to kill someone. However, can he and Minister Han win this round?" A middle-aged man in a green robe with a grayish-black sword hanging from his waist asked.

"That's right. Minister Wen has never been so cruel. Minister Han hasn't even ascended to the Prime Minister's position and he's already killing like this. Can he sit still?" Another white-robed young man said.

No one expected Han Muye to attack immediately before entering the Imperial City.

Was this arrogance or establishing his might?

For the Daoist Faction and the various factions, it was a dilemma to choose now.

Perhaps many people would be indignant. After all, Han Muye's reputation was far inferior to Wen Mosheng's.

If they were not compliant, they would definitely become Han Muye's target to establish his might.

The old man standing in front shook his head, his eyes revealing a profound look. "I don't know what to do either. It depends on whether Qian Yiming and Minister Han can stabilize the situation.

"If it works, I'll naturally go to the Imperial City.

"If it doesn't work…"

He didn't finish.

There was no need to say more.

If Qian Yiming failed to suppress the Daoist community, the new minister's reputation would be tarnished, and the Heavenly Mystic would be in chaos for at least a hundred years.

The key was that during the Dao Competition, how could he use a hundred years to stabilize the situation?

The biggest possibility was that the Daoist Faction would rise and lead the Heavenly Mystic to the Immortal Spirit World, and then destroy the Heavenly Mystic.

At that time, there might be many great cultivators in the Heavenly Mystic Dao Sect who could use this opportunity to advance or even become Dao Ancestors!

Southeast of the Central Continent, Bai Yue County.

Spiritual lights flashed on the vast mountain ridge.

One Heaven Realm cultivator after another stood in midair and looked ahead.

A hundred miles ahead, qi and blood interweaved with spiritual lights and even the Great Spirit.

That was Qian Yiming's army.

"This Han Muye is really arrogant to the extreme. Back then, when he performed the act of investiture at the Guan Estuary, he had already gone against our Central Continent's Dao Sects. Today—" A black-bearded Daoist with a long sword on his back gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

Before he could finish speaking, someone beside him said indifferently, "If you're not convinced, you can challenge him yourself."

Challenge?

The black-bearded Daoist's face stiffened.

He didn't dare.

As a sword cultivator, he knew how powerful Han Muye's swordsmanship could be.

How could he challenge such a figure who suppressed the Eastern Sea with a single strike?

"Hmph, what's the point of saying such sarcastic words? There are so many people present today that even Qian Yiming's army doesn't dare to stop them." He straightened his neck and snorted coldly.

The people present were all experts of the Dongnan Dao Sects, and every one of them was at the Heaven Realm.

So many people were here to see what Qian Yiming's army would do after they entered the Central Continent.

"Alright, stop arguing. Let's wait and see how the army moves." In front, a white-robed old man waved his hand, and everyone quietened down.

Divine Lord Yuan Cheng, a great cultivator of Daoism, a great cultivator who had entered the Dao, a Half-Sage.

No one dared to disobey this person.

In the entire Heavenly Mystic, there were only a few people who had entered the Half-Sage Realm in the Spiritual Dao.

Among these people, nearly half of them stayed in the Imperial City and were under Wen Mosheng's command.

There were only a few Half-Sages in charge of the Dongnan Dao sects.

Divine Lord Yuan Cheng was considered one of the experts.

The Songyuan Dao Sect behind him was also one of the three great sects of the Dongnan Daoist Faction.

This time, the various Daoist sects in Dongnan had secretly gathered experts to watch. It was the Songyuan Dao Sect who had called for Divine Lord Yuancheng to personally preside over it.

"Divine Lord Yuan Cheng, I've seen Han Muye twice. He cultivates deeply in the Confucian Dao and can confer deity titles with a single statement. His Sword Dao and Alchemy Dao are also extraordinary. He's no different from Wen Mosheng back then."

Beside Divine Lord Yuan Cheng, a ruddy-faced old man in a black robe spoke softly.

To be able to stand side by side with Divine Lord Yuan Cheng, this person's cultivation was naturally not bad. At the very least, he was a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator.

In the Land of Dao Competition, the Divine Transformation Realm was the peak. Those who possessed the power of the Divine Transformation Realm were the top experts in the world.

"Fellow Daoist Yuyan is right. If Han Muye is really an ordinary person, Wen Mosheng won't let him inherit the realm." Divine Lord Yuancheng nodded and looked at the blood essence spiritual light in the distance.

"In this round, we can only brace ourselves and compete with him."

After Divine Lord Yuancheng finished speaking, his eyes shone brightly as he stared at the blood tiger formed by his qi and blood.

In the sky, a 10,000-foot blood tiger took shape. With a roar, it rushed into the mountain range.

"It's… the Nanyuan Dao Sect!" someone exclaimed.

Divine Lord Yuan Cheng gritted his teeth, and his aura surged. "The Nanyuan Dao Sect is a firm and independent sect in the Dongnan Dao Sect. Both Fellow Daoists of the Origin Valley are ethereal."

The black-robed old man beside him nodded and said in a deep voice, "The Nanyuan Dao Sect has a high status in the Daoist Faction. The mountain gate's Nanyuan Mountain has a protective array. The two fellow Daoists are both Out of Body realm cultivators and there are three Heaven Realm cultivators. I hope…"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light screen had already risen above the distant mountain range.

The mountain-protecting array.

They were all cultivators of the Dao Sect. When the array was set up, everyone could determine the protective power of the array.

"We can withstand attacks from cultivators below the fifth level of the Divine Transformation Realm. As long as we can hold on today, we'll quietly provide support," Divine Lord Yuan Cheng said in a low voice.