Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Although it did not cause much damage to it, it still made the black gold beast roar in pain.

“Woo—”

The black gold beast struggled while emitting an indistinct whimper. The scattered rocks and mud in the quagmire formed a 30-foot-tall mud puppet which rammed through the light screen.

The group of cultivators stepped back steadily, forming a battle formation.

“Buzz!”

Five disciples of the Sword Sect in the rear flew their longswords out, blocking the mudstone puppet.

Their attacks and retreats were well-balanced.

The five longswords intersected, and green light formed into ropes, locking the mudstone puppet. A force as heavy as a mountain pressed down, making the mudstone puppet unable to move its legs and only able to continuously swing its arms to defend against the longswords’ attacks.

Zhang Yunji, standing on the hill, turned his head slightly and looked at Han Muye with a hint of a smile on his face.

Han Muye’s Sword Dao cultivation was powerful. As long as he became a sect disciple, he would definitely be placed in an important position. If he built a good relationship with him now, he would definitely obtain opportunities in the future.

In fact, at present, Zhang Yunji had already gained many benefits from Han Muye.

Some small items as rewards and casually imparted sword techniques were all things that Zhang Yunji had never had before.

“Uncle-Master, what do you think of their sword formation?” These disciples were all under his command, and they were considered his staunch followers.

For ordinary missions, it was always these disciples who accompanied him.

This also established Zhang Yunji’s dominant influence.

“The sword formation is passable,” Han Muye nodded and spoke softly.

Zhang Yunji’s smile grew wider on his face.

“However, the cooperation lacks smoothness. It seems they haven’t experienced the trials of life and death,” Han Muye’s gaze fell on the muddy swamp ahead, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes.

Zhang Yunji nodded with a smile, “Indeed, cultivation is not easy. I don’t want them to end up like those disciples from the outer sect—”

Before he could finish his sentence, a loud explosion echoed from the front, and debris flew in all directions.

A 100-foot-tall puppet stepped out of the mire, shattering the longsword blocking its path with a punch.

The Sword Sect disciple who controlled the flying sword trembled, blood oozing from his mouth.

The coordinated efforts of the five disciples were disrupted, and their suppression over the 30-foot-tall puppet vanished.

The 30-foot-tall puppet let out a roar and leaped towards the cultivators on high alert in front.

The cultivators’ expressions changed, unwilling to confront it head-on, and hastily retreated.

This puppet already possessed the strength of a peak Heaven Realm Nascent Soul. Not to mention these cultivators, even the five disciples of the Sword Sect would be unable to withstand it without forming a formation.

As they retreated, the five disciples of the Sword Sect were instantly exposed.

Facing the two puppets of different sizes, the Sword Sect disciples’ faces turned pale.

On the hill, Zhang Yunji’s figure moved, and the sword in his hand slashed down at the 100-foot-tall puppet’s head.

Han Muye, who was standing in place, shook his head.

The ability to gather the 100-foot-tall puppet was the key, what was this puppet compared to it?

Zhang Yunji was still worried.

His gaze shifted to the muddy swamp behind the puppet, where a 10-foot-long black gold beast quietly grinned, its scales turning into sharp blades.

A single strike from those blades would undoubtedly turn Zhang Yunji into fragments.

“Boom!”

Zhang Yunji swung his sword, shattering the 100-foot-tall puppet into pieces.

The disciples around him were filled with joy, and the retreating cultivators looked at him with admiration and longing in their eyes.

This was the power of a disciple of the main sect. By becoming a disciple of the main sect, they too could possess such strength.

A smile appeared on Zhang Yunji’s face as well.

However, in an instant, his smile froze.

Below, an unknown black gold beast appeared, slowly opening its mouth as the mud from the slain puppet scattered.

“Swoosh—”

Countless sharp blades shimmered within a 30-feet radius.

On the hill, Han Muye narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and drew the longsword from the scabbard on his back.