Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

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.

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.