Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

There was a crisp sound.

Then, the black wolf’s claws broke.

The sword light followed, stirring everything up.

Blood and demonic light dyed the boundless sky.

The clouds dissipated and the fog dispersed.

There seemed to be echoes of wolf howls echoing in the void.

But the Demon Sage who emitted the wolf howl had already met his demise.

One strike to slay Demon Sage Green Wolf!

Within a radius of hundreds of miles around Yunlan Town, a collective gasp filled the air.

This sword was truly powerful and domineering to the extreme!

It appeared casual, yet it directly killed a Green Wolf Demon, not only preventing any resistance but even annihilating its divine spirit.

What did it mean to be ruthless?

This was it!

After the sword strike, the world fell silent.

Han Muye raised his hand and waved. The sword returned, and the sword light dissipated, leaving only a three-foot-long green peak.

He raised his hand and caressed the sword, then shook his head and said lightly, “Too weak.”

Too weak!

A Demon Sage of the Green Wolf Clan was actually called too weak.

Was this arrogance, or was he really strong and disdainful?

Amidst the silence, those cultivators who had originally planned to leave quietly halted their steps.

On the wasteland, one could only go farther by attaching themselves to the strong.

If Han Muye could display a convincing power, they wouldn’t mind staying in Yunlan Town.

For two days, no one from the Green Wolf Clan came to Yunlan Town.

However, news gathered from various sources along the merchant road revealed that some powerful individuals from the Green Wolf Clan had headed towards the Green Grass Ridge.

In this case, they were waiting at the Green Wolf Clan’s residence in the Green Grass Ridge for Han Muye.

It was unclear what the current situation was, and whether this mysterious powerful individual who arrived in Yunlan Town dared to go.

“That golden incense is about to burn out, and he hasn’t made a move. I’m afraid he won’t go.” Someone whispered as they looked at the square where only a faint glow remained from the golden incense.

“So what? After all, deception is a part of war. With his ability to slay a Demon Sage with one sword, he has already shown formidable strength. Even if he doesn’t go to Green Grass Ridge, it’s understandable for him to wait here.” Some people began speaking up for Han Muye after witnessing his sword.

“The incense is done.”

“Boom!”

In the moment when the golden incense burned out, a sword light soared into the sky from Han Muye’s body, piercing through the clouds.

The long sword stirred up a raging tide, causing turbulent winds and clouds within a radius of thousands of miles, transforming into a gigantic sword spanning a hundred miles.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, the long sword traversed thousands of miles and beheaded with a single strike.

When the long sword transformed into a three-foot green blade, swaying and returning, then silently suspended in the sky above Yunlan Town, the world remained silent.

Half a day later, news arrived.

“Green Grass Ridge was razed to the ground by one sword.

“The 180,000 members of the Green Wolf Clan, eight Demon Sages, and three Human Immortal Heavenly Venerables were all killed by that sword.”

When Zhao Chen heard the news, a spiritual material in his hand fell to the ground.

“Is my Big Brother Han really that fierce…”

The merchant across from him flickered a gleam in his eyes and whispered, “Young sir, if you want to know the location of the Jade Iron Three Ring Mine, I can sell it to you.”

He had been reluctant to sell it before, but now he was willing to sell it immediately?

Zhao Chen smiled.

At this moment, Elder Chu stepped forward from behind him, standing by Zhao Chen’s side as a golden halo emanated from his body.

In the sky, clouds surged and gathered, and a massive claw descended from above, seemingly intent on crushing the entire Yunlan Town in a single strike!

Han Muye stood in front of the square made of bluestones, looking at the giant wolf claw coming down. A faint smile appeared on his face.

What was meant to happen would always come.

In the Yunteng Wasteland, where he had slain three to five Heavenly Venerables, who could be intimidated?

“After today, the Yunteng Wasteland shall have a place for me, Han Muye.”

Han Muye murmured softly, then took a step forward, directly entering the boundless void and reaching out to grasp the suspended long sword.

“Now that I’ve come, I shall leave my mark.”