Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2182: 938, Junior Brother Han’s way of the sword is truly as profound as the ocean.

Before everyone, Han Muye held a three-foot-long sword with a dull gray edge, dragging the sword as he walked forward.

He was heading toward the valley ahead!

That was the path to the sealed area underground, a route that led to the endless gathering place of demon beasts!

Upon entering the valley, there would be no more suppression by the power of the Great Pantheon Plane, but neither would there be the protection of the power of heaven and earth’s Origin.

To step into the land swarming with demon beasts, let alone Han Muye, a cultivator of only the Prime Origin Realm, even those of the Life and Death Realm or Heavenly Secret Realm would not be able to return alive without a powerful being leading the expedition.

“Han Muye, what are you doing!” Wang Zhenhai roared softly, gripping his sword tightly, his eyes widened, ready to step forward and stop Han Muye.

By his side, an elder with a black beard grabbed him and said in a deep voice, “Senior Brother Wang, you must not go, Junior Brother Han’s blood essence is already linked to that barrier, and if you charge over, you will surely be drawn into the land where the mutated beasts gather.”

“Yes, Senior Brother Wang, if you go, what will happen to the brothers?” Another big man holding a heavy sword also spoke up.

The others looked at Han Muye, who was slowly moving forward, and then at Wang Zhenhai, showing hesitation on their faces.

Wang Zhenhai clenched his teeth and swung his fists.

Liao Fan looked up at Han Muye, his eyes gleaming with sharpness.

“Roar—”

Around the corner of the valley in front, a beast over two zhang tall with flames on its four hooves and grayish-white mane charged out.

Strange blood-colored flames surged around its body.

The mutated beast leaped forward, its feet conjuring blood-colored flames as it slammed towards Han Muye from above.

An oppressively scorching heat burst out, exploding in all directions.

“Prime Origin Realm!”

“A single strike could destroy a path!”

Whispers spread one by one.

The two Inspectors wore solemn expressions as they watched Han Muye.

If Han Muye were killed by a single strike, it would be a severe blow to the morale of those fighting the enemy.

“This person, I do not know if he is truly brave or just plain foolish,” an Inspector in a gray robe snorted coldly, “Zhu Yunxu even claimed his talent was exceptional.”

Another middle-aged Inspector focused his eyes, with a faint golden light appearing in his hands.

If Han Muye couldn’t fend off this mutated beast, he would take action directly to stabilize the battlefront and morale.

Not far from them, Liao Fan in a black robe was doing the same, his palm resting on the hilt of his long sword.

Ahead, Han Muye slowly raised his head.

Outsiders could not feel the heavy pressure bearing down on him at this moment.

The beast was infusing the power of One Realm, stirring the power of heaven and earth to quake.

If it weren’t for the Barrier, those Yuming Sword Sect disciples behind him, who were below the Prime Origin Realm, would probably all be blown away.

Taking a deep breath, he gripped the sword in his hand tightly.

This sword was the condensation of his very being, his Sword Dao True Body.

At this moment, the sword intent he had been gathering was already connected to the sword in his hand.

“Hum—”

The sword pointed forward, and on its edge, there was a faint sword light swirling.

“That is, the start of the Flying Swallow Sword Technique of Mu Tai Sword Sect!” someone exclaimed from behind.

Because the most proficient sword technique he cultivated was this very move.

Wang Zhenhai was also intently watching Han Muye’s tactics.

“Flying Swallow Sword Technique, why not the Yuming Sword Technique?”

In everyone’s eyes, the sword light transformed into a flying swallow.

The sword light was so fast it pierced through the flames above and touched the beast’s neck, then penetrated its body and flew out from the soft area at the back of the head, bursting like fireworks with robust blood essence.

“Boom—”

The beast’s head in front exploded, several Great Pantheon Stones scattered from within its body, along with various muscles and the power of qi and blood surging.

This place, being at the confluence of two realms and with a Barrier present, the strength was peculiar; upon being slain, the body would neither directly turn into Great Pantheon Stones nor remain intact indefinitely.

The scattered Great Pantheon Stones, along with a few Golden Demon Bones and several thick Qi and Blood Stones, rolled onto the ground.

“Swoosh—”

The three-foot-long sword returned to Han Muye’s hand, covered in blood, as if it had feasted to satisfaction.

With his sword in hand, Han Muye moved forward once again.

“The Flying Swallow Sword Technique, this ‘Returning Swallow’ move is so powerful!”

“This is the Flying Sword Technique, I never knew sword techniques could be executed like this.”

“I also have a sword move that is a Flying Sword Technique, if only I could do it like this…”

Outside the valley, voices rose in astonishment and whispers.

“He does have some talent,” the middle-aged inspector said as he slowly retracted the golden light from his hand, “this credit goes to him.”

“Boom——”

The sound of a roar came from Han Muye’s body as he walked into the valley. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

His body began to expand uncontrollably.

The power of the Great Pantheon Plane is too solid; anyone who condensed their physical origin there would expand into a colossal giant upon leaving the Plane.

Of course, this is also a sign of strength.

By then, Han Muye’s body had grown to thirty feet tall, wielding a three-foot-long sword, his sword light sweeping across, already covering most of the valley’s passageway.

“Roar——”

Beastly roars echoed as one mutated beast after another charged towards Han Muye.

He lifted his long sword, and the sword light condensed into a clear bolt of lightning.

“The Wind and Thunder Sword Technique!”

“The Three Spirit Swords of the Sky!”

“That’s the third sword move of the Yuming Sword Technique!”

The sword moves Han Muye executed were not complicated; many of them were practiced by the intermediate disciples of the Yuming Sword Sect.

Many others were from sects they had destroyed, considered inconsequential in their eyes, seized to enrich their own sect’s heritage.

Now, in Han Muye’s hands, these moves revealed a killing intent that people found astonishing.

What was it to turn decayed wood into something miraculous?

This was it!

“What are you waiting for? Block those mutated beasts that are rushing over!” Wang Zhenhai shouted as he charged forward with his sword, where several mutated beasts bypassed the center of the valley and headed towards them.

In the valley, battle was imminent.

Wang Zhenhai led over a thousand disciples, their swords dancing, surrounding the escaped mutated beasts and continuously slashing at them.

Even if their sword light could only scratch the beasts’ fur, the combined force of over a thousand sword lights could shatter their bodies.

The first wave of mutated beasts that charged out were instantly annihilated, turning into Great Pantheon Stones.

In front, next to Han Muye in the valley, lay hundreds of crimson Great Pantheon Stones and golden demon bones.

“Hum——”

The fog in the valley began to disperse.

The valley entrance, once only a hundred feet wide, slowly expanded to three hundred feet.

More mutated beasts surged out.

These beasts were between thirty to fifty feet tall, covered in golden-black scales, with claws bearing flames. Among them, a few exuded a concentrated and violent aura, clearly reaching the Prime Origin Realm.

Han Muye’s sword light blocked most of the mutated beasts, while the rest bypassed him and charged towards Wang Zhenhai and the others.

“Kill!”

Wang Zhenhai roared, his long sword slashing down.

In front, golden light condensed in Han Muye’s eyes as his long sword took on a faint blood hue; with one strike, he shattered three mutated beasts.

His sword light became heavier and more brilliant.

“Junior Brother Han’s path of the sword is truly as profound as the sea…” Liao Fan shook his head, his expression calm, and then he unsheathed his sword with a wave of his hand.

Behind him, teams of disciples followed closely.

“Battle intent coalesces; this Han Muye really has some skill,” the grey-robed inspector remarked, showing a hint of surprise as he whispered.

“Boom——”

Han Muye’s sword shattered the approaching mutated beast in front of him, and a translucent spherical bead appeared.

The Primordial Pearl.

Condensing the power of the Qiankun World.