Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Respect or contempt?

He couldn’t even be bothered to answer.

My sword is my attitude.

As Chen Shaodong and Zhu Lie slashed down with their swords, the foreign race self-proclaimed as being from Daqinei had a gloomy expression, swinging his long spear viciously.

Within a hundred miles, countless greenish-blue immortal lights of blood qi converged, turning into an ice-blue, four-legged armored dragon before it squarely met the sword light from Zhu Lie’s Jade Night Sword.

From Han Muye’s perspective, if the full power of the Jade Night Sword were to be unleashed, this four-legged dragon would surely be cloven in twain with a single blow.

However, under the current circumstances, Zhu Lie’s sword light was blocked, causing Zhu Lie’s face to turn flush as he spat out blood and was sent flying backward.

Chen Shaodong’s eyes narrowed, and his sword thrust out even faster.

But as his figure was rushing into the perimeter of Fortified Mountain, ten paths of chilly green light wrapped around him.

The space in front of him also became illusory.

The power of heaven and earth from Fortified Mountain naturally carried an enchanting illusion.

Wrapped in this aura, the sword light from Chen Shaodong’s hand dimmed, eliminating the need for the foreign race to make another move.

The previously speaking member of the foreign race sneered coldly, revealing a murderous intent on his face.

Setting up an ambush to kill the reinforcements from the Lingxiao Sword Sect was Daqinei’s strategic plan.

The army of three hundred thousand here consisted of both his own people and elites from other Continent Domains, all gathered temporarily.

Originally, this ambush could have forced the various elites to bow their heads and then launch a joint counteroffensive against Lingxiao Peak, seizing control of the top power in the Lingxiao Domain.

Regardless of who it was, once they captured Lingxiao Peak, they could easily become the master of the Lingxiao Domain.

Everything was perfect.

The plan was successful.

Fortified Mountain was a location in the Lingxiao Domain perfect for encircling and slaughtering.

Elder Gu Yue of the Lingxiao Sword Sect and his ten thousand sword cultivators had to be saved at all costs by the Sword Sect.

Everything was proceeding methodically.

They just had to wait for the sword cultivators from the Lingxiao Sword Sect to come and meet their deaths.

They were coming.

Indeed, they had come.

However, at this moment, only three people from the Lingxiao Sword Sect had arrived.

This turned the three hundred thousand encircled troops into a joke.

“Seeking death,” Daqinei gritted his teeth, the cold long spear in his hand thrusting out, the spear’s light drawing the chill from the surrounding void together with the power of the cultivators in the army behind him, forming a piercing edge directed straight at the lost Chen Shaodong.

This strike was incredibly fast and powerful.

Such a strike had already exceeded the bearing capacity of this Continent Domain; the spear’s light tore open the void, appearing directly in front of Chen Shaodong.

Chen Shaodong was too late to parry with the long sword he had initially slashed with.

In the distant encirclement, Elder Gu Yue’s aged face showed expressions of sorrow and self-reproach.

He had brought disaster upon the young sect master.

He knew that the young sect master had not refused to bring a large army for the rescue because he didn’t want to, but because this location was Fortified Mountain. With the young sect master’s intelligence, he knew it was not wise to bring the Lingxiao Sword Sect’s army for rescue.

The young sect master’s personal arrival was, in fact, akin to facing death.

If the young sect master fell at Fortified Mountain, it would be to accompany his ten thousand sword cultivators, and over a hundred thousand cultivators from all parties, in burial, to show a commitment and stance to all cultivators in the Lingxiao Domain.

Although the Lingxiao Sword Sect was temporarily unable to control the Lingxiao Domain or assist everyone, the people of the Lingxiao Sword Sect were not afraid of death.

They would die generously.

A powerful energy was gathering on Elder Gu Yue’s body.

From death comes life.

This was a sign of strength breakthrough.

But even if he achieved a breakthrough at this moment, what could he do? Could he save his young sect master?

In the current situation, not even a Heavenly God could change the outcome, unless—

“Ding—” A soft sound rang out as the thrusting Flowing Light was blocked.

Blocked by a single palm.

A broad, jade-white palm, the sharpness condensed into a ball of green light.

The despair-inducing strike was so effortlessly blocked.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

What kind of mighty figure could so calmly deflect the strike with just a palm?

“Thanks to Elder Han for taking action,” Chen Shaodong whispered.

He knew that if it had not been Han Muye who acted, he would have certainly died.

The one who acted was, of course, Han Muye.

For Han Muye, the position of a revered elder in the Lingxiao Sword Sect meant nothing, but he did like Chen Shaodong’s temperament.

It suited his taste.

So he could not let him die.

“Boom—” Watching his strike being stopped, Daqinei didn’t hesitate; his long spear instantly thrust out a hundred times, drawing the Flowing Light together into countless stars.

The stars rained down, plummeting towards the head of Han Muye.

This strike caused the heaven and earth to tremble for thousands of miles around, the clouds over Fortified Mountain being drawn and swirling together like a funnel.

A tremendous force pressed down upon Han Muye.

Indeed, as someone capable of wielding command over three hundred thousand elites of a foreign race, Daqinei’s timing, strength, and decisiveness in striking were impeccable.

With such great force behind the blow, the void itself tore open a black chasm tens of thousands of feet wide.

In the distance, the retreating Zhu Lie held the Jade Night Sword, his face extremely grave.

To withstand such a strike, even if the strong members within the sect had not been drawn away, it would require top-tier individuals to block it.

Could this Elder Han withstand it?

Standing behind Han Muye, Chen Shaodong also had a trace of fear on his face.

No one is unafraid of death.

“Too weak,” Han Muye shook his head.

His presence in the Lingxiao Domain was accidental.

According to the chaotic transmission, he should have directly entered the highest levels of the Continent Domains.

Yet, he found himself in this lower-level Lingxiao Domain.

A waste of time.

Fortunately, it was all the same whether he was in seclusion to refine the power of the blood crocodile and also waiting for the Heavenly Beads to condense.

As he raised his hand, a surge of blood qi power rose tumultuously from Han Muye’s body.