Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1640 - 1640: Caravan, Intercepted (4)

“But they directly shattered the Primordial Chaos back then. Perhaps there are still hidden powerhouses among them.”

That was the truly terrifying aspect.

In the ancient times of the Galaxy Universe, there were countless powerhouses. Even the tyrant-level Primordial divine beasts, clad in Primordial battle armor and manipulated as Primordial puppets, could only retreat in the face of those massive armies.

“This is the pinnacle of weapon manipulation and the beginning of human triumph over nature,” Han Muye remarked quietly, watching the level two

Armor Master utilizing the power of the Battle Armor to launch an assault.

Back then, he had transmigrated from a world where human dominance prevailed. Thus he had a profound understanding of such a world.

Only by fearing neither the gods nor the Heavenly Dao nor powerful beings could one truly create miracles.

The hierarchy among the powerhouses within the Primordial Chaos Universe was strict and oppressive.

On the other hand, in the Galaxy Universe, one could defy the odds with the power of battle armor and puppets.

If it weren’t for the dissipation of spiritual energy and the inability to sustain the heritage’s power, this universe would possess a truly formidable legacy.

“Boom—n

In front, the blades had already descended. He Yangsun wielded his dual sabers, swiftly charging through and riding past the blade qi.

Leveraging the power of his dual-horned warhorse, he instantly arrived in front of the level two Armor Master.

Leverage.

At this moment, He Yangsun completely treated his warhorse as armor and puppet.

The use of such power was not something a low-level Armor Master could do.

His speed was so fast that the level two Armor Master didn’t even have time to turn around before being struck in the chest by He Yangsun’s saber light.

“Slash—

The long blade left a deep gash on the battle armor.

This strike terrified the level two Armor Master, who hastily sheathed his saber and turned to flee.

In the forest, the others were also astonished and silently retreated.

The forest was not suitable for group battles.

Even in one-on-one combat, it seemed impossible to gain any advantage.

Here, they couldn’t kill He Yangsun.

As he watched the figures in the forest disappear, He Yangsun raised his hand, and the large caravan behind him followed.

Several thousand miles to Maple Forest City, there were mountains and forests along the way, as well as wasteland.

“They will definitely make their move in the Snowfall Wasteland.” In Han Muye’s cart, a sheepskin map was laid out on a long table, with He Yangsun’s fingers tracing along it.

“The Snowfall Wasteland’s snow accumulation doesn’t melt throughout the year, making it impossible for carriages and horses to move quickly.

“Moreover, it’s open and spacious, suitable for ambushes.”

Looking up, He Yangsun turned to Han Muye. “Master, if we encounter an ambush, the caravan brothers hope that you will provide support.

“For other attacks, I will handle them.”

Seeing He Yangsun’s serious expression, Han Muye nodded with a light smile.

He often studied He Yangsun’s cultivation to comprehend the techniques of puppetry and armorism in the Galaxy Universe.

He Yangsun progressed rapidly, allowing him to see many advantages of puppets and armor.

As for the drawbacks, he would also find ways to improve them.

Not only that, but he was also prepared to modify the Primordial Chaos Armor and the God-Slaying Battle Puppet when he had done enough research.

Nothing in the world remained unchanged.

Some of these ancient techniques couldn’t keep up with the current world.

Sometimes, sheer power wasn’t enough.

As the caravan advanced a day later, they saw terrain ahead that was filled with accumulated snow that was three feet thick.

As the warhorses entered the snowy terrain, their speed slowed by 80%. Six hours later, they saw a figure standing in the snow trough ahead.

“He Yulin…

He Yangsun narrowed his eyes, as if a flame was rising within him.

By this time, He Yulin’s bones were fractured, his battle armor shattered, and he stood in the snowy ground, no longer breathing.

“Boom—n

The snowy ground exploded as a figure in white armor charged straight towards He Yangsun.

He Yangsun raised his hand, and a silver battle armor instantly covered his body.

A long saber with a faint glow struck down directly.

This was the first time he had attacked with all his might. It was also the first time he had taken the initiative to attack.

After all this time, under the training of the God-Slaying Battle Puppet, he had become accustomed to winning with the most nimble means.

But this time, it was different.

He wanted to kill.

“Boom—”

The long saber slashed down, and the white figure was directly cut into two.

On the snowy ground, a burst of fresh blood spurted out, and an old man hidden in the snowdrifts looked dejected, gazing at the puppet severed by He

Yangsun.

In the snow, 18 figures rushed towards He Yangsun..