Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

“Sword.”

Han Muye murmured, as the long sword in his hand appeared.

“Kill.”

He pointed his sword forward, and sword light appeared in the sword tower behind him, transforming into an endless dragon.

The power of the Sword Pavilion was to gather thousands of swords into one.

This was similar to the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords technique.

The ice wall in front of him could not stop the sword dragon.

The array formation condensed by nearly a hundred experts shattered with a single strike!

“Boom!”

Heaven and earth shook, and the cold light of the shattered ice wall exploded for thousands of miles.

The long dragon roared, bringing with it a sword cry that resounded through the world.

The dragon of sword light swept across and swung its long tail, shattering the surrounding restrictive light screen.

It was just the beginning.

The Upper Three Heaven’s sects, Immortal Source Array Formation Experts, Sages, and Half-Sages were all defeated with just one blow!

This was the power of Han Muye, the ninth on the Heavenly Rankings, a sword immortal on the path of sword cultivation!

He had been in hiding for 40 years and had never really attacked since the Dao Competition. Until today, the power of Han Muye’s sword shook the world!

At this moment, those powerful beings who were hiding in the back all cast their divine senses down.

“Impossible. There are also several such sword cultivators in the seven-story Sword Pavilion in the Upper Three Heavens. I’ve never seen such a domineering sword…” A Daoist standing outside the light screen spoke out in confusion.

It wasn’t just him. Everyone was puzzled by the overwhelming power of Han Muye’s sword.

Han Muye’s one sword attack far exceeded what he should have been capable of.

If the seven-story Sword Pavilion had such combat power, the Sword Pavilion would have long unified the Upper Three Heavens.

Far away, Bai Yuming, who was originally flying away, changed his face and flew back.

Around him, other sword cultivators also turned and left.

The power of the Sword Pavilion.

That was their own power in sword cultivation. If their fellow cultivators were in a fight, they naturally had to go and help.

However, they didn’t know who was being surrounded and killed.

With Han Muye’s sword breaking through the formation, his aura became even stronger and denser.

Since he had used this sword, there was no need to hold back anymore.

The sword light on his body slowly transformed into a line.

“He has murderous intent!”

“We must strike with all our might, even if it means death for us all!””

“We sword cultivators will fight to the death, fight to the death!”

In an instant, every cultivator went all out with sword light, spiritual light, array formations, and talismans.

The void around Han Muye was shattered, and an area of 1,000 feet turned into a black hole of spiritual energy.

The force of the outburst was too strong, and this space could not contain it.

Even the Dao Ancestor could not withstand such a strike!

It was impossible for anyone in this world to withstand this attack!

At this moment, the great powers outside the realm, witnessing the Dao Ancestor, and all the surrounding strong ones, were all closely watching Han Muye, who was enveloped in a black hole of energy.

Certain death.

It was a pity for such an expert with unparalleled talent.

He could have lived.

Things in the world were really unpredictable.

Everyone sighed in their hearts.

No one had expected such a great sword cultivator, a genius who controlled a region, to fall here like this.

Bai Yuming looked at Han Muye, who was wrapped in a black halo from afar, with a complicated expression.

He respected Han Muye.

Whether it was the Sword Dao cultivation displayed by Han Muye or his attitude of presiding over the transaction of treasures, he demonstrated the qualities of a truly strong person.

He did not expect such an exceptional genius from his sect, with an excellent temperament, to perish here in the end.

“What a pity…”

Bai Yuming murmured.

In the distant void, demonic light trembled.

Great Sage Heaven Trampler.

Unfortunately, even if Great Sage Heaven Trampler came, he would not be able to save him.

Hundreds of experts from the Immortal Source World attacked at the same time. The power they gathered had already shattered the void. Who could stop such power?

Zhao Zhenghe, who was hiding not far away, had a complicated expression.

He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly in his hand, but he did not move.

He knew his limits.

Countless divine thoughts intertwined in the void, almost causing a spiritual energy shock. The Dao Ancestors who witnessed the Dao competition all exclaimed.

“What a pity, Han Muye is the strongest genius seen by this Dao Ancestor,” someone regretfully whispered.

“Heh heh, no matter how strong a genius is, he still needs to be alive. Have we not seen enough geniuses?” someone sneered.

“If he can still survive this time, I, the Dao Ancestor, will f*ck!”

“What’s that!”

“Crazy, what did I just see…”

“This sword, this sword…”

Everyone’s attention was focused as Han Muye thrust his sword forward.

The sword light had a hint of green.

The edge of the sword glowed.

The sword stirred the surrounding spiritual light to flicker, as if it would break the imprisonment of the heavens and earth, and the suppression of the black hole.

But how much force could this light and graceful sword really have?

Indeed, this strike had no force.

This sword only contained a trace of the power of time!

The sword light flashed and time reversed!

With a thrust of his sword, the void returned to normal. All the attacks within a radius of 1,000 feet were pushed back before they broke through the void.

Han Muye held a sword in his hand and walked slowly out of the frozen attack range, then stood a thousand feet away.

“Boom!”

The time freeze ended.

Everything was as before.

The only difference was that Han Muye stood a thousand feet away, carefree and relaxed.

Sword Dao, controlling time.