Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye, his whole body channeling all his strength, arduously gathered beams of golden divine light and then transformed them into a series of light portals.

These portals slammed against the sky-reaching column of light.

“Ten breaths, whether you live or die, it’s up to you now,” he said, his voice hoarse and weak.

He was buying a mere ten breaths’ time for the cultivators trapped in the column of light.

Within the column of light, those cultivators who had been in despair were now frantically fleeing for their lives.

The Path to the Heavens was surprisingly broken open, and countless powerful beings from all directions fled.

“Courting death.” The young man’s face before the light portal darkened.

“After this altar was built, a covenant was made with my Azure Sky Plane. The Path to the Heavens dictates life and death, and today you are breaking the rules,” he said, staring at Han Muye, his face surging with killing intent.

“Sky Guard, execute him.”

With a low command, a squadron of a hundred golden-armored generals thundered out from behind him.

Dazzling sword light drew lightning, crashing toward Han Muye.

“Form the array.” Huang Zhihu did not hesitate to lead the elites in forming a battle formation, charging toward the golden-armored generals.

But the leading general simply swung his long saber, and a curtain of blue light blocked all the space ahead.

This was Primordial Perfection, the power of the Great Dao Rules in this plane manifested.

An intrinsic suppression.

There was no reasoning behind it.

The Sword Pavilion, which could battle with Overlords, could only retreat under this single slash of light.

“Boom—”

The battle formation made up of thirty thousand elites was forced back by a single slash, all their faces turning pale.

Only Huang Zhihu gripped her sword tightly, let out a long cry, and rushed forward.

Before striking down her adoptive father, they would have to strike her down first.

“This girl, she’s not bad at all,” said a woman in a green robe with a light smile on her face, perched atop a stone pillar.

Han Muye had one hand on the altar, looking up at the sky.

Sky Guard.

The Puppet Fighters of the Galaxy Universe were born from these Sky Guards.

Each Sky Guard possessed perfected Origin Force and controlled Rule Bending Powers.

Moreover, these Sky Guards were also imbued with lightning power and blessed with the might of an entire Plane.

“Boom—”

A bolt of lightning struck down right above Han Muye’s head, turning into a column of lightning above him.

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