Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The vast and boundless aura of desolation struck him, causing the power in his veins to tremble.

The phantom of the Kui behind him appeared and faded.

The Baxia bloodline hidden deep in his body quietly stretched out and absorbed a trace of Heaven and Earth powers.

The Heaven and Earth powers in the Bitter Immortal Realm actually had traces of the ancient primordial era.

“How is that possible?” wondered the Divine Lords.

Unless—

Han Muye squinted his eyes.

Unless this was once the Grotto-heaven of a Primordial mighty figure who fell here.

This also explained why there were traces of primordial power here and why there were so many demons here.

Ahead, flying demonic beasts intercepted. Han Muye’s figure moved, shaking them off.

In the sky and on the ground, chaotic battles between demonic beasts could be seen everywhere.

There were also some demons in human form with powerful auras. From afar, one could see demonic lights soaring into the sky.

Guided by the blood-red spiritual light, Han Muye flew for five days and landed outside a lush, large city.

The large city in the Bitter Immortal Realm was different from the Yunteng Wasteland. The entire city was like layers of high mountains, stacked up layer by layer and reaching tens of thousands of feet.

Green vegetation enveloped the entire city, and demonic lights flickered from various places, giving it an aura of prosperity.

Outside the city where Han Muye landed, there was an endless procession of merchant caravans heading toward the city.

People were no longer surprised to see someone like Han Muye descending from the sky.

However, someone still shouted, “Where are you from? Get in line.”

Han Muye turned and saw that the speaker was a four-armed man who was 20 feet tall, covered in green skin, and had a head and face like a toad.

The giant carried a large wicker basket on his back, filled with dark gray ores that looked incredibly heavy.

Just by looking at the size of the wicker basket, it could probably hold several thousand catties of weight.

Behind the giant were several similarly robust figures, each carrying a large wicker basket.

They were all carrying large wicker baskets.

“The Greensack Clan?” Han Muye whispered.

The Greensack Clan was a low-level race in the Bitter Immortal Realm. They were usually in charge of transporting ores.

They had a slightly higher status than human slaves.

Coincidentally, Han Muye was human.

Therefore, this burly man from the Greensack Clan dared to glare at Han Muye.

Seeing Han Muye look up at him, the burly man snorted coldly. One of his four arms stretched out and slapped Han Muye’s head.

If this strike landed, Han Muye would definitely turn into meat paste.

However, since Han Muye had flown over on his sword, how could he not even withstand this attack?

He narrowed his eyes and a faint golden sword light flashed.

“Slash—”

With a sweep of the sword light, the arm of the burly man from the Greensack Clan was cut off, and greenish-black blood splattered on the ground.

The sword was so fast that the surrounding people only saw a sword light before it caused a splash of blood.

“Ah—”

“Murder—”

“Stop—”

The giant, now missing an arm, slumped to the ground, roaring in pain.

Not far away, several figures flew over and floated quietly in the air.

Wearing blue robes and black armor, with two horns on their heads, they held long spears and stood on dark golden flying wheels beneath their feet.

This private army seemed to belong to a powerful demon, showing considerable combat prowess.

“Who dares to ambush the mining team of the Four Spirit Demon King?” The leading figure in the blue robe and black armor pointed his spear at Han Muye, and his demonic aura condensed into a black goat covered in cloud-like patterns.

Other soldiers in black armor also watched Han Muye warily.

Although the burly man whose arm had been cut off was trembling in pain, the corners of his mouth curled up, and a smug expression appeared on his face. He reached out and grabbed the broken arm, reattaching it to his shoulder.

On the broken arm, green silk sacs connected to the wound on the shoulder like stitches.

However, in the next moment, the burly man’s face turned pale.

The Greensack Clan’s tried and tested Broken Limb Rebirth technique had lost its effect!

The silk sac on the broken arm could not reach his shoulder no matter what.

Faint golden sword shadows flashed on his shoulder, severing all the silk bags.

This arm was really broken!

The leading general in the air frowned and stared at Han Muye.

The Bitter Immortal Domain was the territory of the demon race, but it did not mean that there were no powerful humans here.

“Who the hell are you?”

The general shouted in a low voice and pressed down with the spear in his hand, preparing to form a formation to take down Han Muye.

To injure the people from their mining team in front of them was provoking the Demon King.

Looking at the spear formation, Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and sword light gathered in his palm.

At this moment, a low shout came from not far away, “Scram.”

His voice turned into a golden lightning shadow that exploded with a bang, knocking the group of generals 100 feet away.

Qin Zhaoyuan, who was wearing a purple robe, took a step forward and landed beside Han Muye. He cupped his hands and said in a low voice, “Greetings, City Lord.”

Han Muye had come to the Bitter Immortal Realm as promised, so he had to follow the agreement and serve Han Muye as his master.

As for helping save people and finding the Immortal Monarch’s treasures, that was another agreement.

“That’s the caravan under the Four Spirit Demon King. They specialize in doing hard work.”

“Since they’ve offended the City Lord, I’ll kill them.” Qin Zhaoyuan took a step forward. The faint purple lightning light emitted from his body made the Greensack clansmen tremble.

Qin Zhaoyuan’s accumulated power and killing intent could turn them into ashes in an instant.

Sixth Master Qin’s domineering aura was fully revealed at this moment.

There were no rules in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

Killing a lot and being ruthless was the rule.

Purple Lightning, Thunder, and Gale—all had once firmly been in his control.

“There’s no need for Sixth Master to do anything.” At this moment, a burly man in a black robe strode over with a long saber in his hand. He looked at the Greensack Clan members, then raised the long saber and pointed it at the black-armored soldiers who were just standing up.

“Go back and tell the Fourth Spirit Demon King that these troublemakers have upset our esteemed guests of the Zhulong Trading Company.” Gathering golden light on his long saber, the man’s blade emitted a deep aura as it shone and vanished in an instant.