Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

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.

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.”