Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Another green-gray power that was countless times more magnificent than before crashed down.

Han Muye’s body trembled. The Immortal Slaying Sword in his divine treasure couldn’t withstand this power and retreated.

The old man laughed loudly, and all the greenish-gray power turned into a net. In Han Muye’s divine treasure, it shook and wrapped around the Immortal Slaying Sword.

However, before he could take out the Immortal Slaying Sword, a sword light came out of nowhere and shattered all his green-gray power with a flash. Then, it transformed into millions of Daos and suppressed him.

Immortal Trapping Sword!

The old man’s connection with the green-gray aura in Han Muye’s divine treasure was cut off and he was stunned for a moment.

“Good, good!”

He burst into laughter and looked at Han Muye. “I didn’t expect you to have such abilities.”

“Although my power cannot coexist with this calamity and cannot condense into a rule, it’s not something a junior like you can suppress.

“Only a rule can suppress a rule.”

He smiled and reached out for the third time.

However, just as his hand reached out, it stopped in midair.

In front of him, bluish-gray energy, completely identical to his own, shimmered on Han Muye’s body.

Han Muye had assimilated his power!

“Assimilating the power of an Immortal Venerable?” The old man’s face revealed a hint of complexity as he looked at the bluish-gray aura on Han Muye’s body.

“If I had met such talented individuals during the previous calamity, I would have surely nurtured them.

“Unfortunately, my power cannot coexist with this calamity, and I have no interest in painstakingly cultivating disciples.”

He didn’t pause any longer and pressed down toward Han Muye’s forehead.

“Buzz!”

Han Muye raised his hand and blocked the old man’s palm with two fingers.

“Kid, you’ll never understand the might of an Immortal Venerable, or what ‘rule’ truly means!”