Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

That prince seemed to be called Yang Tian.

Han Muye’s flying speed was extremely fast. In less than two hours, he was already 3,000 miles outside Yunliang City.

However, at this moment, he came to a stop.

In front of him, a pale golden light screen blocked his path.

Behind him, several black-robed figures flew over.

In the distance, there were also flickering rays of light.

The hunters.

Han Muye had encountered hunters countless times before. But this time, a slight seriousness crept onto his face.

“True Spirit Realm.”

He raised his hand and unsheathed a green sword.

In his other hand, he held a purple short sword in a reverse grip.

With both swords in hand, Han Muye’s blood and energy converged, and only a faint power of the Golden Crow bloodline gathered.

“Han Muye, the leader of the Han Mountain Tribe. Successful hunt, reward: three million five hundred thousand Desolate Pearls”

An old man in a black robe with black hair on his face held a golden jade slip in his hand and glanced at Han Muye.

The others looked eager.

“That’s him.”

The speaker held a pale golden spear in his hand.

“We didn’t guard Han Mountain City for 30 years in vain.” Another old man smiled. A faint black mark appeared on his forehead.

Among this group of people, there were humans and demons.

But all of them were in the True Spirit Realm.

A total of nine.

Nine True Spirit Realm experts, a rare sight for such a large-scale hunt.

“My life is only worth 3-5 million Desolate Pearls?” Han Muye held his sword and shook his head. “You really look down on me.”

3-5 million Desolate Pearls were indeed more than the usual True Spirit Realm bounty, but not by much.

He thought his life was worth more.

“Yes, 3-5 million.” The old man in front of him held a dark golden flying disc, and with a movement, he sent the disc flying. “No one is worth 3-5 million Desolate Pearls!”

3-5 million?

That seemed reasonable.

Han Muye felt a bit more balanced.

“Clang—

He pointed his long sword, blocking the flying disc.

The disc flickered and appeared behind Han Muye.

So fast!

Han Muye stood still, lifting the short sword in his left hand.

“Slash—

The flying disc was blocked.

His right-hand long sword thrust forward.

The green sword light tore through the world and cut through the drifting clouds.

“Boom—”

The burly man who had just taken out his axe was struck on the shoulder by this sword, and he fell down.

Without waiting for Han Muye to strike again, the old man with long whiskers on the other side sent two long whips flying.

The golden whip whistled through the air, with interweaving golden lights, wrapping towards Han Muye.

Han Muye charged forward with the long sword in his hand, and three figures caught up from behind.

“Clang—

The flying disc and another rotating flying knife chased after Han Muye.

Nine True Spirit experts surrounding one person.

With a pair of swords in hand, Han Muye fought against all nine, holding his own.

“Boom—”

The burly man who fell finally swung his long axe up.

Han Muye blocked the axe and retreated a thousand feet, standing with his swords in both hands.

The nine opponents surrounded him, each with a serious expression.

“Impressive indeed.

“No wonder the bounty is so high.” A female cultivator spoke, exuding a hint of charm.

The others nodded, their blood and energy harmonizing with the True Spirit Realm.

In the previous battle, none of them had used their True Spirit power.

Looking at the True Spirit power before him, Han Muye raised his swords again, and behind him, the True Spirit of a Golden Crow appeared. As soon as his True Spirit appeared, everyone quickly stepped back.

The True Spirit was solid, with dazzling golden light.

This True Spirit was only a step away from the second transformation!

Such a True Spirit was undoubtedly powerful.

Han Muye laughed, raised his sword, and with the True Spirit behind him, each strike carried an endless flame.

Golden Crow Divine Flame!

This Golden Crow Divine Flame was golden and bright, dazzling to the point where people dared not look directly at it.

The sword light and flames merged, turning the surrounding thousand feet into a sea of fire.

Han Muye, with his dual swords, made it impossible for the nine True Spirit experts to approach.

The flames in the sea of fire soared, illuminating the sky.

“Hmph, a bunch of trash.” A voice sounded in the air.

A middle-aged man in pale golden armor spread his white wings behind him, and the long spear in his hand suddenly stabbed towards Han Muye’s back.

Han Muye blocked with his sword, but he fell uncontrollably.

“True Spirit Second Transformation! “Bloodline divine power! ”

A low cry came from Han Muye.

In the distance, a golden flame flew towards this location. The golden flame radiated an endless gold and red.

“It’s the Divine Beast Phoenix!”

The nine True Spirit experts exclaimed and scattered in all directions.

The golden-armored man holding the spear twisted his spear again, shattering Han Muye’s falling body.

“Boom—”

The divine light from the shattered True Spirit turned into a pillar of light that shot into the sky.

His True Spirit had been destroyed!

The man in golden armor with the spear laughed and flew away.

The other nine True Spirit experts also turned around, laughing as they left.

A moment later, Feng Qi and Feng Ming, who had flown down, had solemn expressions.

“Who is being hunted?”

Feng Ming looked around and widened his eyes. He said softly, “Could it be Patriarch Han?”

Feng Qi frowned.

He knew Han Muye’s strength.

His adoptive father’s methods were unimaginably powerful.

However, they had also sensed that there were several True Spirit Realm cultivators attacking at the same time.

There was even an unimaginably powerful force.

Could it be that his adoptive father was really hunted down? Was the Great Desolate Ruins Realm really that dangerous?

“Boom—n

At this moment, a flame rose in front of them.

In the flames, an endless golden light shone, and Han Muye stepped out from it..