Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye, who was standing where he was, did not move. He reached out and pulled out the Green Destiny Sword from the sword box behind him, slashing to the left.

"Slash—"

The white tiger\'s tail fell.

The previous pounce was fake. The long-tailed whip was the real deal.

Han Muye had long studied the White Tiger\'s methods on the Nine Mystic Mountain.

The Daoist\'s face darkened when he saw that the white tiger\'s tail had been cut off with a single strike.

The tailless white tiger\'s ferocity was activated. It stopped in its tracks and opened its mouth to bite.

Han Muye snorted softly, and the phantom of Baxia appeared behind him.

"Divine Beast Bloodline Power!"

The Daoist opposite him exclaimed.

The white tiger crashed into Baxia\'s back, causing its body to tremble before dissipating.

When he appeared again, he was already beside the Daoist.

"Divine Beast Bloodline. Good, good." The Daoist gritted his teeth and the spiritual light in his hand turned into a net.

"If I kill you and extract your bloodline, I will be able to obtain a Divine Beast Baxia."

The net covered Han Muye\'s head.

Han Muye shook his head and raised the sword in his hand.

Without the power of the Divine Transformation Realm, it was impossible to tell that he had the body of a divine beast.

The Daoist in front of him even treated his strength as the bloodline of a divine beast.

The difference between the body of a divine beast and the bloodline of a divine beast was that the former was millions of times more powerful!

Han Muye moved and collided with the net.

Every strand of the golden net was entangled with a force that even magic treasures and long swords could not break.

Being trapped by this net, even an Out of Body realm cultivator would be helpless.

The Golden Mystic Dao Sect was indeed capable of letting this Daoist take on the first battle.

Seeing Han Muye slam into the net, the Daoist smiled.

However, the moment the smile appeared, it froze on his face.

The net that was comparable to a high-grade magic treasure was shattered by Han Muye.

Han Muye\'s strength did not decrease as he smashed down on his head.

The Daoist was at a loss for a moment. Han Muye punched through the protective spiritual light around him and hit the bridge of his nose.

"Snap—"

Half his head was askew.

Han Muye shook his head.

This was the disadvantage of cultivators who cultivated the Spiritual Dao. Once they got close to an opponent, they would not be able to unleash 30% of their combat strength.

"Buzz!"

The sword in Han Muye\'s hand trembled, and the sword qi flashed.

Fear appeared on the Daoist\'s face. Several golden talismans and various spiritual lights flew out of his body. Then, with a flash of spiritual light, his primordial spirit fled.

He was decisive. He abandoned his body and escaped with his primordial spirit.

Seeing his primordial spirit leave his body, Han Muye smiled.

No wonder this guy was clearly possessed.

His primordial spirit turned out to be an old Daoist with a white beard and white hair.

If it was a real battle, Han Muye might have to spend some effort.

However, in front of him, the Out of Body Primordial Spirit was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The Primordial Spirit Sword shook, and a sword light flashed, shattering the white-bearded and white-haired old Daoist.

After three strikes, the Daoist\'s soul was as thin as a piece of paper.

Knowing that he could not escape, the Daoist turned around and looked at Han Muye, then at the body that had given up.

"Sigh, you\'re right. Even if I possess you, I won\'t live for more than a hundred years."

The Daoist shook his head and whispered, "In the end, you are my most outstanding junior. I was really wrong…"

As soon as he finished speaking, his primordial spirit could no longer hold on. With a soft sound, it shattered like a bubble and turned into nothingness.

In the void, there was only a faint divine light and spiritual qi.

An Out of Body cultivator had fallen.

"Buzz!"

As the Daoist died, the surrounding pillars of light rushed towards Han Muye and turned into a spiritual array.

The people from the Golden Mystic Dao Sect did not hold back anymore.

Han Muye laughed and raised the sword in his hand. A thousand-foot-long sword light scattered and tore apart the spiritual array in front of him.

The sword crossed a hundred miles. When the sword light dissipated, he was already standing a hundred miles away.

"Clang—"

The sword light was blocked by a spear.

But before the spear could be retracted, Han Muye had already stabbed out again and chased after the spear.

The tip of the sword swept forward and shattered the spiritual light and soul wrapped around the spear.

There was a distant cry of pain.

Han Muye was very happy to put away this spear.

He reached out and grabbed the fallen spear. Sword qi poured into the spear without hesitation.

"Boom!"

The spear that was originally struggling like a snake was immediately shaken. The divine light exploded and its spirituality dissipated.

The spirituality of a good magic treasure was shattered.

In any case, it was not a spirituality nurtured by him. What was the use of keeping it?

As the sword Qi entered the spear, images appeared in Han Muye\'s mind.

He saw the refinement process of the spear, the master of the spear practicing the spear technique, and the master of the spear\'s identity in the Golden Mystic Dao Sect.

The direct disciple of the sect master?

Han Muye chuckled and held his spear. With a move, he had already landed 10 miles away.

The young man in the light green chain armor looked panicked. He raised a dark golden spear and welcomed Han Muye.

Han Muye reversed the spear in his hand. The tip of the spear was like a spiritual snake. With a thrust, it sent the spear in the young man\'s hand flying.

"Chaotic Spirit Attack? You, how do you know my inherited spear technique…" The young man\'s eyes widened. Before he could react, the spear in Han Muye\'s hand had already turned into a spiritual snake and restrained him.

Han Muye reached out and picked up the young man, flying forward.

The mountain gate of the Golden Mystic Dao Sect that was 10,000 miles away landed.

At this moment, there was already a group of people from the Golden Mystic Dao Sect in green Daoist robes in front of him.

Standing at the front was the sect master of the Golden Mystic Dao Sect, Daoist Zhang Yu.

Daoist Zhang Yu was an Out of Body Eighth Realm cultivator with extraordinary Dao techniques.

In the memories of the spear in his hand, Han Muye had seen Daoist Zhang Yu practicing spells. They were indeed magical.

"Fellow Daoist, my Golden Mystic Dao Sect doesn\'t seem to have any grudge with you, right?" Daoist Zhang Yu looked at Han Muye and said calmly.

Behind him, the people from the Golden Mystic Dao Sect were furious.

The Golden Mystic Dao Sect had investigated everything clearly. They had long known that Han Muye was here to save people, but now they said that they had no grudges and placed themselves on the innocent side.

Unfortunately, Han Muye did not fall for it.

"Senior Zhang Yu, it doesn\'t matter if there\'s a grudge or not." Han Muye raised the sword in his hand and said softly, "You should know why I\'m here."

Daoist Zhang Yu nodded and his body shone with a golden halo.

"You\'re a sword cultivator after all. You\'re straightforward.

"Originally, it was just a few rats. It doesn\'t matter if our Golden Mystic Dao Sect releases them. However, I really can\'t release them after you challenged us with such fanfare."

Daoist Zhang Yu held a golden seal in his hand and a solemn expression flashed across his face.

"Receive my attack. If you don\'t die, take the people you want away."

Behind him, two Golden Mystic Dao Sect disciples walked forward with two unconscious bodies in their hands.

This was much simpler.

Han Muye nodded and said, "Okay."

Just as Daoist Zhang Yu had said, he did not have any enmity with the Golden Mystic Dao Sect. He only wanted to save people and receive a blow. How troublesome would that be?

Hearing Han Muye\'s answer, Daoist Zhang Yu shouted and threw out the golden seal in his hand.

Dharma treasure.

High-grade magic treasure.

Moreover, this high-grade magic treasure contained a trace of the power of the Great Dao.

This was the Golden Mystic Daoist Sect\'s ultimate treasure, the Jintian Seal, right?

From the memories of the spear, Han Muye had seen the golden seal turn into a hundred thousand feet and shatter the thousand-mile mountain range with a single strike.

This treasure was not only the Golden Mysterious Dao Sect\'s ultimate treasure, but it was also authorized by the Golden Mysterious Dao Sect to use this seal to control a region.

It was like the golden seal of Confucianism in the Heavenly Mystic.

This was the symbol of authority.

With the enhancement of the Heavenly Dao, the power of this golden seal was so great that even a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator would not dare to take it head-on.

Looking at Han Muye standing in front of him, Daoist Zhang Yu smiled.

After all, he was an itinerant cultivator. How could he know how powerful the treasure was?

Even a Second Level Divine Transformation Realm cultivator would not be able to block this golden seal.

The golden seal descended from above, causing spiritual light to flash.

The power of the entire Golden Mystic Dao Sect gathered and turned into the phantom of the Spirit of the North Sky.

The phantom stood on the golden seal and slammed down on Han Muye\'s head.

This attack was extremely powerful.

Han Muye looked up, and the blood in his body condensed.

He sheathed his sword and gently pressed his feet down.

He stopped in his tracks and took a horse stance.

He clenched his right fist and gathered the power of the divine beast.

There were no phantoms, only a single strike that rumbled like thunder.

He used his fist to meet the golden seal!

This was the Heaven Ember Seal!

The people from the Golden Mystic Dao Sect looked at Han Muye, who was swinging his fist, as if he was a fool.

No one in the world could catch the Heaven Ember Seal with their fists.

The power of a landslide pressed down, and the strong wind caused the void to tremble.

Everyone seemed to see the person\'s body shatter.

Daoist Zhang Yu shook his head and smiled.

Just as well.

He would let those people who were watching the show see how strong the sect treasure of the Golden Mystic Dao Sect was!

Hadn\'t many people been dissatisfied with their sects recently?

After this attack, there would probably be fewer flies and rats.

"Boom!"

The fist and the seal collided.

The sound made the surrounding disciples of the Golden Mystic Dao Sect retreat unconsciously.

Contrary to everyone\'s expectations, Han Muye\'s body was not shattered by a single blow. Instead, he stood where he was, his arm raised, and his fist pressed against the seal.

Blocked?

Before anyone could figure it out, the golden seal trembled. The Golden Seal kept expanding and trembling. The phantom revealed a painful expression.

"Bang!"

The phantom\'s body shattered.

"Boom!"

The golden Heaven Ember Seal shattered into countless pieces!

The sect\'s ultimate treasure was shattered!

A supreme treasure that could suppress thousands of miles and carry the destiny of a sect was shattered by a single punch!

Aside from the rumbling sounds, for a moment, there was not a single sound within a radius of 5,000 miles.

Han Muye glanced at the scattered golden seal fragments, quietly picked one up, and placed it in his palm.

He looked up at Daoist Zhang Yu, who was trembling and pale.

"Senior, I won."

Daoist Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment. With a wave of his hand, the disciples behind him threw the two figures towards Han Muye.

Han Muye scattered two spiritual lights and wrapped them around the figures. Then he let go of the young man from the Golden Mystic Dao Sect that he had captured and put away the magic treasure spear.

"Sorry to offend you. Goodbye." Han Muye led the two figures away.

He had already achieved his goal in coming here to save them, so there was no need for him to stay any longer.

Outside the Golden Mystic Dao Sect, everyone looked at their sect master carefully.

Daoist Zhang Yu\'s expression changed as he gritted his teeth and said, "Close the mountain gate and raise the mountain protection formation. Gather all the disciples and return."

The sect\'s treasure was shattered, and the power of heaven and earth rebounded. The forces coveting it would not let go of this opportunity. Only by guarding the sect and not leaving the sect could they protect the inheritance.

"Sword cultivator, Han Muye, just you wait…" Daoist Zhang Yu gritted his teeth.

Han Muye flew with two figures. In front, Tu Sunshi, Du Mingtao, and the others welcomed him.

When they saw Han Muye, their eyes landed on the two figures he was carrying, and their expressions changed.

"Mr. Han, they are not Sun Zhan and Lu Yunyi!" Du Mingtao shouted.

They\'re not?

Han Muye frowned.

The Golden Mystic Dao Sect dared to go against morality and use fakes as substitutes?

The two figures struggled, and the spiritual light on their bodies turned into golden shadows that swallowed Han Muye.

"Boom!"

Self-destruct!

The void within a thousand feet shattered!