Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

At this moment, in everyone’s opinion, the Spiritual Dao Sect and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect were fighting.

The hearts of the people had changed.

The situation was quietly changing.

At this moment, the dragon boats of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had already sailed into the vast and boundless Clear Lake.

The lake water rippled as far as the eye could see.

The Clear Lake had a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

Han Muye’s spiritual sense did not extend too far. He only focused on the fleet behind him.

Sure enough, the Spiritual Dao Sect’s fleet was as he had expected. They charged into Clear Lake and headed straight for the center of the lake.

Are they really going to surround and kill the green flood dragon? Han Muye wondered.

“Brother Gu, how’s the reputation of the Green Flood Dragon Clan in the Eastern Sea?” Han Muye turned to look at Gu Yuanlong.

Hearing his words, Gu Yuanlong smiled and said, “The big clans of the Eastern Sea are famous for their wealth. They are quite close to the humans.

“However, because of its noble bloodline and the fact that it occupied the few spiritual lands with the most abundant resources in the Eastern Sea, the green flood dragons usually don’t care about humans and other clans. It’s more arrogant.”

The rich and powerful naturally looked down on cultivators who risked their lives for spiritual rocks.

Han Muye nodded and steered the dragon boat across Clear Lake.

He was not interested in getting involved in killing the green flood dragon.

“Boom!”

In the distance, a deafening explosion came from the lake.

The entire Clear Lake shook.

All the sect elites on the dragon boats turned around.

The Spiritual Dao Sect had made their move.

The spiritual light that filled the sky mixed with demonic qi rushed into the clouds.

Sword cries and the roars of flood dragons could be heard faintly.

Landslides and tsunamis.

At this moment, he was not stuck in the fork river, but on the vast Clear Lake.

The elite disciples of the Spiritual Dao Sect and those large sects displayed the strength that should rightly belong to them.

Sword light and spiritual light combined with the power of heaven and earth.

Above the clouds, the Golden Core cultivators of the major sects were all smiling.

Unfortunately, in the depths of the water, whether it was the Golden Core cultivators in the sky or the observers on the riverbank in the distance, they could only vaguely sense it.

Han Muye led the fleet forward.

“Buzz!”

Han Muye raised his hand, and a jade-colored shell appeared in his palm.

“Immortal Han, Brother Han, do me a favor and save the green flood dragon.” Jin Jialin’s anxious voice came from the shell.

Save the green flood dragon?

Han Muye turned to look into the depths of Clear Lake.

Over there, the Spiritual Dao Sect was leading more than 200 dragon boats, tens of thousands of cultivators, and countless black-armored fish demons to surround and kill the green flood dragon.

Rescue?

“Brother Han, as long as you save the green flood dragon, the Eastern Sea Dragon Clan will owe you a huge favor,” Jin Jialin’s voice sounded again.

Eastern Sea Dragon Clan.

“As expected, the Jin family was from the Eastern Sea Dragon Clan.”

Han Muye muttered to himself.

Is the effort proportional to the gains? he thought.

Cultivators are not philanthropists.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the water in front of him.

“Crash—”

Exhausted and covered in wounds, Greenbeard poked his head out of the water.

“Han, Immortal Han, the green flood dragon said that if you step in to help, he will give Yu Chen to you.”

Yu Chen?

What is it?

Before Han Muye could speak, Daoist Dayan whispered anxiously, “Yu Niang, is she at Clear Lake?”