Novel Catchup
Chapter 2193: If you can withstand this palm strike from me, then you have the right to follow me.
Chapter 2193: If you can withstand this palm strike from me, then you have the right to follow me.
Zhang Mingyuan took the three-foot-long sword and bowed, “Disciple understands.”
In ordinary times, it was already not Han Muye who dealt with the affairs of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect, but Zhang Mingyuan was in charge.
Although Xu Fengran and the others had formidable cultivation abilities, they were not clear about the affairs of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect, nor did they have the leisure to bother with these matters.
Only Zhang Mingyuan’s identity was most suitable.
Han Muye followed the soldiers, passing through campsite after campsite, with a stretch of black military tents in front.
The military camp of garrison soldiers.
The garrison soldiers charged with patrolling and protecting the main camp were stationed here.
Behind the black military tents lay a space permeated with red, surging with the tumbling power of qi and blood that made one’s heart palpitate.
There, powers of heaven and earth surged in several places.
Above the Prime Origin Realm was the Qiankun Realm.
There, many strong cultivators of the Qiankun Realm resided.
Han Muye’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of sword light in his gaze as if to tear open the heaven and earth.
That place must be where the Heaven Suppressing Guard resided.
“This must be Han Muye, Sect Master Han, right?” A voice rang out as a Han Muye in a green martial arts robe approached and looked at Han Muye.
“I wonder if Sect Master Han still remembers the Fearless Vajra Sect?”
Fearless Vajra Sect.
Back then, they were part of the group that participated in the siege of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect and ultimately suffered significant losses.
Mo Yuan Peak, under Han Muye’s leadership, had clashed with them.
Seeing Han Muye’s expression, the Han Muye laughed heartily: “Of course Sect Master Han wouldn’t remember, I am—”
“Shao Ming.” Han Muye’s words took the Han Muye aback.
He was the very elder from the Fearless Vajra Sect who had commanded the forces to besiege Mo Yuan Peak back then.
But now, Shao Ming no longer appeared old with white hair; instead, his figure was robust and his body brimmed with blood essence.
It was clear that his cultivation had improved, making his power of qi and blood even more intense.
In Han Muye’s eyes, Shao Ming was now in the mid-stage of the Dao Extinguishing Realm.
“Heh, as long as Sect Master Han recognizes me, that’s good enough,” Shao Ming’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Han Muye and chuckled, “After all, our sects are neighbors. Don’t say I haven’t taken care of you.”
“Your All-Encompassing Sword Sect even dares to control an army.”
Pointing towards the tents behind him, Shao Ming coldly said, “That is Lord Yu Rongkai’s tent, and he wants to see you.”
Having said that, he stepped aside and coldly watched Han Muye walk towards the military tent.
This was the Allied Army Camp, where millions of troops were assembled; killing a man here was easier than crushing an ant.
Han Muye quickly walked into the military tent and saw a Han Muye in black armor standing with his back to him, his hands behind him.
As Han Muye entered the tent, the Han Muye turned his head, his eyes narrowing with a hint of coldness, “Who are you?”
“Why have you come to the commander’s tent?”
Han Muye stopped in his tracks and looked at the man before him.
The expression of the Han Muye was genuine, truly puzzled as to why he had come.
“My name is Han Muye.”
“Sect Master of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect.”
The voice of Han Muye rang out.
The Han Muye frowned, examining Han Muye’s stature and said in a deep voice, “What business do you have with the commander?”
Han Muye did not speak.
Because outside the tent, there was already a clamor of noisy voices coming in.
Several figures rushed into the tent.
“Han Muye, you dare assassinate the commander!”
“Does the All-Encompassing Sword Sect wish to rebel? Daring to come to the commander’s tent to assassinate!”
He Chengyang, dressed in white robes, rushed into the tent, pointing his gray long staff at Han Muye.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
Elsewhere, several soldiers in black armor also pointed their weapons at Han Muye, their killing intent coalescing, ready to attack at any movement from Han Muye.
The Han Muye in the tent frowned but did not speak.
Seeing Han Muye stand there with composure, He Chengyang laughed and stepped forward, “So you are Han Muye, the one who dares to be an enemy of our Cloud Heaven Dao Gate.”
He pointed the wooden staff at Han Muye’s chest, his face showing arrogance, “Daring to come to the military tent to assassinate an official of the Immortal Dynasty, both you and your All-Encompassing Sword Sect shall be destroyed.”
“Assassinate?” Han Muye spread his hands, calmly saying, “I did not bring a sword.”
A sword cultivator had not brought a sword.
This clearly did not count as an assassination attempt.
He Chengyang paused, then raised his hand and pulled out a three-foot-long sword from the waist of a soldier next to him.
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“Clang.”
The three-foot-long sword was tossed at Han Muye’s feet.
He Chengyang looked at Han Muye and said with a sneer, “Now you have a sword.”
Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged as he nodded and said, “I understand.”
The imposing man standing in front of him showed a look of impatience and glanced at He Chengyang.
He Chengyang quickly bowed and said, “Uncle, this man has opposed our Cloud Heaven Dao Gate, and now he comes to your military tent without a token. He must be punished, perhaps—”
Before he could finish, the imposing man waved his hand, “Take him to the prison.
Several soldiers stepped forward. Han Muye did not wait to be pushed or captured, and walked out of the tent himself.
The man in iron armor turned his head to look at He Chengyang and said sternly, “I don’t care about your trivial matters, but if you ruin my effort to earn the qualifications to become a Heaven Suppressing Guard—even if you are my nephew—I will show no mercy.”
He Chengyang trembled all over and said hastily in a low voice, “Uncle, rest assured, the military camp organized by the Cloud Heaven Dao Gate will definitely follow your orders.”
These words made the man in iron armor’s face soften a bit, and he waved his hand dismissively.
He Chengyang hurriedly left the tent and looked towards the soldiers escorting Han Muye away.
He walked up to the leading soldier and whispered a few words into his ear, then handed over two Pantheon Stones.
These were Qiankun Pantheon Stones, each worth a thousand lower-grade Pantheon Stones.
The soldiers glanced at them, took the Pantheon Stones, nodded, and led Han Muye away.
Watching Han Muye leave, He Chengyang’s face showed a satisfied smile.
“In the Zheng Tian Death-defying Camp, it’s not just those who have yet to reach the Prime Origin Realm—hardly a few from the Qiankun Realm return alive.”
“This is the fate of those who offend the Cloud Heaven Dao Gate,” He Chengyang said with a cold sneer, while Shao Lin stood by, bowing in wait.
“Let’s go, we’ll take over the sect’s camp and form a military formation.”
“If my uncle becomes a Heaven Suppressing Guard, my Cloud Heaven Dao Gate will surely have many good days ahead.”
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The Heaven Suppressing Death-defying Camp.
Han Muye looked around at the cultivators who were either sitting cross-legged, lying down, or just listlessly waiting.
“Kid, no matter how you got here, now that you’ve come, your fate is already sealed,” said a disheveled old man, turning his head to look at Han Muye.
On the other side, a man in black half-armor was also staring intently at Han Muye.
“In the Death-defying Camp, every mission is a struggle in the front lines.”
“Survive ten battles, and you earn your freedom.”
“Survive a hundred battles, and you can join the Heaven Suppressing Guard.”
The voice of the man in half-armor resounded.
He walked towards Han Muye and lazily threw a punch at him.
The scattered others around them all watched the punch heading towards Han Muye.
This was a scene they had seen countless times before.
“Boom.”
The punch landed on Han Muye’s chest, but his figure didn’t move an inch.
“To withstand my punch and not die means you are worthy to follow me,” the man in half-armor laughed heartily, his expression easing.
The others around them also seemed to relax a bit.
The man in half-armor raised his arm again as the power of qi and blood condensed around him.
“Take another punch from me and survive, and you’ll be worthy to walk beside me.”
“Boom—”
Another punch struck, and Han Muye still did not move.
Around them, gasps of surprise could be heard.
“Alright, from now on, you will charge with me,” the man in half-armor declared loudly.
“What about three punches?” Han Muye’s voice rang out.
The man in half-armor was taken aback, then burst into hearty laughter, “Survive three punches, and I’ll follow you into the charge.”
As his words fell, he threw another punch.
As soon as this punch was thrown, blood-colored Flowing Light vibrated around it, and Source Energy surged tumultuously.
With the power of heaven and earth in his fist, this punch carried the force capable of extinguishing paths!
In the Death-defying Camp, to be at the Dao Extinguishing Realm was to be considered a master.
Everyone held their breath as they watched the punch fall.
Just then, Han Muye raised his palm, stepping forward neither right nor left, and pushed forward with his hand.
“Only if you can withstand this palm of mine, will you be qualified to march forward with me.”