Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion C.1912 - : 789, Overwhelming divine beasts, first hearing of Heavenly Secret City_2

Chapter 1912: 789, Overwhelming divine beasts, first hearing of Heavenly Secret City_2

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Speed, so fast it’s beyond limits!

Since today I must confront these powerful divine beasts head-on, I need to display my true strength.

How to show one’s strength?

Fight.

“Boom”

With a punch, Han Muye appeared behind the bald Han Muye.

The Han Muye let out a laugh, as if he had anticipated Han Muye’s move, took a step forward, then turned around and swung a punch downward.

That punch stirred up a roaring gleam.

A jade-white rhinoceros shadow emerged behind the bald Han Muye.

Moon Gazing Strike, the rhinoceros turned its head for a blow.

Such a strike could shatter even a world of stars.

Han Muye’s fist collided with the punch.

A trace of ridicule appeared on the faces of the surrounding divine beasts.

Even if Han Muye could still summon the power of the Dragon Crocodile, it was impossible for him to instantly bring it to its peak in a split second.

Without peak Dragon Crocodile power, Han Muye couldn’t withstand the divine bull’s Moon Gazing Strike.

Moon Gazing Strike.

“Thud.”

As the fists met, the sound was not one of bursting.

On Han Muye’s fist, instead of surging blood, there was a golden chain like lightning that wrapped around the bald Han Muye’s body.

What kind of power is this?

“Be careful, it’s the divine bull’s lightning!”

“How could this kid get the divine bull’s approval?”

“Poor thing, Old Rhino hasn’t tasted the divine bull’s lightning in thousands of years.”

Whispers rose all around as the golden chains wrapped the bald Han Muye’s body, then like lightning snakes, they tightened continuously.

The Han Muye’s body twitched, his face not showing anger, but rather a hint of nostalgia.

“Boom”

The lightning snakes enveloped him completely and flung him a thousand zhang away.

Han Muye’s figure had already vanished, reappearing before another thin man in a green robe.

This time, he had a long spear in his hand and thrust it out explosively.

The man in the green robe laughed heartily, in his hands a pair of curved sabers like horns.

“Clang”

The saber light and the long spear collided, making the man’s expression change.

“Excellent spear technique!”

He exclaimed, and behind him, the shadow of an antelope flickered. Hopping and leaping, the curved sabers flashed like hanging horn beams, rolling back toward Han Muye.

The saber light was too overwhelming, dazzling to the point where it was impossible to directly look at with one’s eyes.

Not just sight, this splendor came from the senses and soul, entirely undetectable.

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This level of saber technique was without solution.

Han Muye’s spear technique was good, but compared with this knife technique, it was still a notch below.

“Clang”

The collision between the curved saber and the long spear caused Han Muye to pause, and the double sabers flew backward.

“Dammit, he can block Old Antelope’s sabers!”

“How is this kid so strong? When was the last time someone sent Old Antelope’s saber flying”

Surrounding exclamations rose, the middle-aged man in the green robe slowly raised his head, looking bewildered without his sabers.

“How could you see my saber?”

The others looked curiously at Han Muye as well.

Even Taiyin, at this moment, was also looking at Han Muye.

“No need to look,” Han Muye shook his head, pointing with his spear, he calmly said, “There’s great fear in life and death, I gambled my own life as the stake, drawing together the killing intent of that strike.”

Killing intent.

Even if one couldn’t sense the saber because it contained no killing intent, Han Muye forcibly used his life to draw forth the killing power hidden within the saber.

With a force to lead, naturally, one would be able to sense the saber.

“Madman…”

The middle-aged man in the green robe drew back his curved sabers, murmuring.

If Han Muye couldn’t block that final strike, wouldn’t he indeed die?

Gambling life on a saber.

Isn’t that what madmen do?

Maybe there’s another kind of person.

As his gaze swept over Han Muye, the middle-aged man in the green robe slowly fell back.

The other kind is one who has absolute confidence in their own strength, daring to claim they won’t die under such a strike, not even be injured.

Is it possible?

I don’t know.

“Boom”

Han Muye’s figure once again shot out, the spear becoming a fire dragon, striking fiercely.

Golden Crow Divine Flame!

Not just any Golden Crow Divine Flame, but one that had condensed into a vivid golden-purple flame.

This divine flame twisted and rose, turning the surroundings between heaven and earth into a distorted blackness.

The fire dragon roared, not aiming at one person but charging toward the remaining divine beasts together.

“Golden Crow.”

“Good lad, how much of my Desolate Wilderness legacy have you actually obtained?”

“How are you able to condense the Golden Crow Divine Flame to such a degree?”

Amid exclamations of shock, everyone retreated, not daring to directly withstand the wrath of this fire dragon.

“I’ll handle this,” declared the Heaven-Howling Divine Wolf in a silver robe, as countless streams of frosty Flowing Light converged around him and rushed towards the fire dragon’s body.

Although the Golden Crow Divine Flame was of a higher level than the frosty power of the Heaven-Howling Divine Wolf, to the other divine beasts, Han Muye couldn’t possibly have the cultivation realm of the Heaven-Howling Divine Wolf.

He certainly couldn’t have the combat experience of the Heaven-Howling Divine Wolf either.

As long as the fire dragon was held back by the frost, the others could make their move and drive Han Muye back.

Supernatural power against supernatural power, with ice and fire in opposition—the situation was clear.

“Golden Crow Divine Flame, brother, your choice…” Taiyin murmured quietly as she stared at the fire dragon.

“Boom”

The fire dragon collided unpretentiously with the frosty mist in the cloud-filled sky.

The entire body of the fire dragon shattered, and the surrounding frost evaporated, turning into a thick mist.

“Haha, lad, give up now,” the Jade Gold Divine Elephant laughed heartily as he stepped forward, the entire world shaking thunderously beneath his foot.

Elsewhere, a slim middle-aged man with a goatee vanished from his spot.

Behind, a streak of green sword light gleamed, and a Daoist in a red robe waved his sword, casting a ghostly light, and in an instant, he appeared in front of Han Muye.

Divine beasts and demons, the path of sword forging.

Rare indeed.

Han Muye stood in place, seemingly having truly given up on resisting.

But behind him, a black sword case materialized.

The moment the sword case appeared, Taiyin’s eyes widened and she cried out in surprise, “How is this possible!”

“This is, this is”

Upon the sword case, Flowing Light appeared.

A beam of sword light flew out.

Then, thousands and thousands of beams of sword light flew out, resembling shooting stars.

“Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords,” Han Muye pointed his finger, and all the flying swords coalesced into a massive sword edge, which swept over the area where flames and mist had just been dispersed, and then swept forward.

Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords!

This run-of-the-mill sword light now possessed inconceivable power.

The flying sword light shattered the void, like a ferocious beast from the Eternal Ancient, roaring as it tore all obstacles in its way to shreds.

The three-foot-long sword was like splitting the heaven and earth apart, slash through the mist and the scattering flames within.

Before this sword light, the combined power of the flames and the frosty supernatural abilities couldn’t withstand even a trace.

The sword edge passed, one side bearing flames, the other side bearing frost.

This crisscrossing of forces caused the entire space to shake, even the long sword itself vibrated, as if it was about to shatter at any moment.

An uncontrollable power was accumulating.

“Quick, dodge!”

“Madman, this sword is going to explode!”

“This is going to shatter space, it will draw the watchful gaze of the entire Divine Realm Great Path!”

The scattered divine beasts fled in all directions.

Han Muye reached out his hand and gently gripped the hilt in front of him.

All the flames, all the frost, and the sword light that was about to explode, all turned docile like a white rabbit and slowly settled down.

Power that suppressed everything!

What sort of power could suppress an explosion that would rend heaven and earth?

“Has your Sword Dao reached this invincible state, where no law nor spirit can oppose you?”

Watching Han Muye grip the sword in his hand, and looking back at the sword case he carried, Taiyin’s face was complex as she said softly, “One strike to destroy all techniques, one strike to break all paths; back then, Sword God Lu Yue also reached this realm.”

“Are you his successor?”

The successor to Sword God Lu Yue?

As the sword light faded and the sword case was put away, Han Muye no longer exhibited any trace of divine power.

He turned around, looked at Taiyin, and shook his head, “Although there has been some interaction, I can’t really call myself his successor.”

Taiyin looked at him, her figure slowly dissolving.

“I’ll also head to the Desolate Wilderness someday.”

When Han Muye left the Wasteland, the demon beasts that had gathered there had already dispersed.

In his hand were a few jade tokens that signified identity.

These were gifts from those divine beast powerhouses.

The old friends of the Desolate Wilderness.

Stepping out of the Wasteland, Han Muye did not directly go to the Lu family, but accompanied Great Venerable Muyue to a city.

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“If you truly want to gather more Primordial-level Battle Puppets, this Heavenly Secret City is inevitably where you must come,” said Great Venerable Muyue, his face showing complex emotions as he looked at the city before him.

“Back then, I too was a member of Heaven’s Secret City.”

Heaven’s Secret City.

Han Muye lifted his head, looking up at the towering grand city before him.

He had heard this name long ago.

The Armament Alliance’s five core elders were located here.

This was the sacred land of weapon refining inheritance in the divine realm.