Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye rarely used this inheritance because Baxia had refined it with his true body and its power was more condensed.

Now, without using the power of Baxia’s body, he would use the Kui. On one hand, he was more familiar with its combat techniques, and on the other hand, it was more effective against the Heavenly Dao lightning.

After swallowing the lightning, the Kui behind Han Muye was covered in lightning, turning into a golden armor that covered his body.

Breaking through the lightning, Han Muye followed the trajectory of the long arrow in front of him, and the colossal image of the Kui turned golden, shining with thunderous golden armor.

Whenever the lightning gathered in the sky, the Kui would howl to the sky, swallowing it whole.

Devouring the lightning, it triggered the intertwining of electric currents throughout his body. With one impact, it directly shattered the restraints of heaven and earth.

“Slash—”

The sword in Han Muye’s hand thrust out, and the green sword light pierced through the vast emerald sea below.

The calm sea stirred violently.

Streams of fresh blood gushed out from beneath the sea surface, like a spring.

“Roar—”

A Spiritual Armored Demon burst out from the water’s surface, its body covered in blood, wounds from numerous long swords.

This was a 10,000-foot-long demon whose Qi and blood had already condensed to the level of a Half-Sage.

Stirring the vapor, the waves on the sea surface transformed into countless illusory figures, crashing towards Han Muye.

However, before these illusions could take flight, a sword light exploded from beneath the water’s surface, shattering the giant monster and all the illusions.

The Kui roared, absorbing all the power from its blood and qi, refining it with lightning.

Layer after layer of blood-red battle armor appeared around Han Muye’s body.

Standing at the pinnacle of the 10,000-foot water surface, Han Muye pointed his long sword forward.

This corner of the world had already been imprisoned by the boundless gloomy aura of the Endless Heavenly Venerables. At this moment, those who could escape this restraint were true great monsters, at the very least surpassing the Heaven Realm.

Ahead, figures appeared one after another.

“Buzz!”

The void trembled as divine senses were transmitted over.

Some divine senses transmitted anger, some posed questions, and some expressed confusion.

“Do we, the Spiritual Armored Demon Clan, have any grudges with you? Why did you come to our territory and slaughter us?”

A towering black figure flashed, transforming into a man wearing black armor, standing 10,000 feet ahead of Han Muye, and he spoke with a low, commanding voice.

His gaze landed on the phantom of the Kui behind Han Muye and he said in a deep voice, and cultivation of spiritual energy techniques… It seems you also hail from one of the cultivating realms in some immortal world.”

Neither the Immortal World nor the Divine Realm cultivated spiritual energy. Only the lower realms were rich in spiritual energy.

This world they were in, just like where Han Muye and the others were, belonged to a lower realm.

The burly man’s gaze turned towards Han Muye. Looking at the sword light emanating from him, he squinted his eyes.

“The Sword Dao is truly formidable.

“Are you going to invade this world?”

With a sneer, the man with black armor said coldly, “If you knew about our Spiritual Armored Demon Clan, you would know that our place of existence leaves no resources for you.”

Wherever the Spiritual Armored Demon Clan passed, not even a blade of grass could grow.

It was precisely because of this that the cultivation world made every effort to expel the Spiritual Armored Demon Clan.

“Boom!”

Jia Wu shattered the void and landed by Han Muye’s side.

Following closely behind was Bai Ze, whose white robe was unfurled and whose eyes had a golden radiance.

Whether it was White Ze or Jia Wu, both exuded a terrifying power.

The man in black armor took a slight step back, warily watching them.

“You are not qualified to speak with us,” Han Muye shook his head, his gaze passing over the man in black armor and looking towards the distant gloomy sky and earth.

“You are the king of the Spiritual-Armored Demon Tribe in this world, aren’t you?”

The King.

The man in black armor’s expression changed, turning his head to look, and a figure slowly walked through the void.

She was wearing a white long dress, with three lotus flowers on the hem of the skirt.

Those lotus flowers seemed to open and close, each step appearing as the destruction of a world.

Her green hair was tied up high, held in place by a pale green pearl.

The pearl emitted a divine light, and with each flicker, it carried the power to tear apart the surrounding void.

This female cultivator was extremely beautiful and exuded a suffocating charm.

Her facial features were like a painting, and her eyes radiated a seven-colored halo.

The seven-colored spiritual light in her eyes flickered slightly, seemingly capable of melting one’s soul.

“Fellow Daoists, why have you come to my Cloud Water Galaxy?”

Glancing at Han Muye and Jia Wu, the female cultivator bowed slightly. “Shui Ling greets the two esteemed friends.”

The king of the Spiritual Armored Demon Clan, with a cultivation at the level of the Heavenly Venerable, and the accompanying lotus and pearl, were both at least Immortal-level treasures.

Such powerhouses could dominate a region of the world and indeed suppress the fortune of the Spiritual Armored Demon Clan.

“Shui Ling, a beautiful name,” Jia Wu chuckled lightly, turning his head to look at Han Muye by his side.

Coming to this place was at Han Muye’s invitation. All the arrangements depended on Han Muye.

On this trip, he only had to make a move when he needed to.

The cultivation and strength of this Shui Ling in front of him was not bad. To be able to see his identity at a glance and say the words “Fellow Daoist” was really not simple.

That was true. If he didn’t have enough strength, he wouldn’t have been able to suppress a galaxy and become the king of the Spiritual Armored Demons.

“I’m here to make a deal with your Spiritual Armored Demon Clan.”

Han Muye spoke calmly.

“A deal?” Shui Ling originally thought that Jia Wu was the one in charge, but she didn’t expect the one speaking to be this seemingly inferior sword cultivator in front of her.

However, just as she spoke, her expression changed.

In front of him, Han Muye suddenly stretched out his sword.

“Boom!”

The void within a thousand feet shattered.

Cracks appeared in the void.

The three green lotuses under Shui Ling’s feet flew out and transformed into three light barriers.

However, the light barrier condensed by the three immortal treasures could not block Han Muye’s sword light for a second.