Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

“Boom—”

The sword light converged and slashed down with a roar.

Han Muye was a sword cultivator.

Ever since he set foot on the Nine Mystic Mountain and became a Sword Caretaker in the Sword Pavilion, he had always identified himself as a sword cultivator.

Though he cultivated his physical strength and alchemy, crafted artifacts, and even practiced lightning techniques, his swordsmanship was always fundamental.

The sharpness of the world all resided within a single sword.

All cultivation was no match for this three-foot-long blade.

In the vast universe of the Primordial Era, Han Muye’s swordsmanship had already reached its peak.

He had never drawn his sword since entering the Galaxy Universe.

This time, when he acted, it was with full force.

The sword of the divine soul merged with the black longsword transformed from the true spirit bone in his hand. As he swung down, Han Muye slowly retracted his sword.

This was the first time he had activated the sealed sword in his hand.

A true artifact with over 99 divine patterns, a universe-level sword.

The divine patterns on the sword flickered, then fell silent once more.

32 divine patterns shone and transformed into 32 streams of light that converged into a sword beam that slashed down.

It was fast.

This speed defied time.

This speed tore through the space in front of him, reversing the endless world before shattering it.

In front of Han Muye, the void and the black battle puppet’s body shattered inch by inch.

“Bang!

Like a bubble bursting, the battle puppet and the surrounding space turned into fragments.

Real fragments.

Like petals drifting in the breeze, the shards fell and then disappeared into the void.

After a single sword strike, there was no longer the figure of the puppet before him.

A Primordial-level puppet, shattered by a single sword!

That was a Primordial-level puppet, the most powerful force in the world aside from Universe-level ones!

This was Han Muye’s current strength.

Driven by the blood and power of a Primordial overlord, unleashing the formidable power of the Primordial battle armor.

Then, converging the power of the Primordial battle armor and Universe-level weaponry, and finally, harnessing the killing power among the three divine soul swords.

Even Han Muye himself didn’t know how powerful his previous strike was.

Buzz…

The Heaven Splitter Battle Spear vibrated, exuding a sense of fear.

The golden bird and Chaos on the side stepped back slightly, as if afraid of being affected by some force.

The Five Elements Divine Furnace did not say anything else, but there was a hint of seriousness in its eyes.

On the other side, most of the divine m level powerhouses from Cold Moon City had pale faces, blood trickling from their mouths.

Their puppet, controlled by divine soul power, was shattered, naturally injuring their minds.

Most importantly, the Primordial puppet wasn’t even a match for Han Muye, and they had no more cards to play.

Many people’s eyes were filled with endless fear.

The stronger one’s cultivation was, the more afraid one was of death.

They didn’t want to die here without knowing why.

“Who—who the hell are you?”

The black-robed old man standing in front stared at Han Muye and spoke with a trembling voice.

How could there be such a powerhouse in the world?

He had lived for countless millennia, and he had encountered several powerful figures who roamed various universes.

However, he had never seen an expert who could shatter a Primordial battle puppet with a single blow.

He really could not understand. Was there really someone in the world who

could shatter a Primordial-level battle puppet with a single strike?

Han Muye slowly retracted his sword, the sword intent on him gradually fading away.

His battle armor returned to a faint green light, then he looked up and said calmly, “I’ve come to reclaim the Cold Moon City.”

Reclaim Cold Moon City?

Reclaim?

Everyone was puzzled.

“Have you forgotten who the master of Cold Moon City is?” Han Muye’s voice was icy, and the brilliance in his eyes seemed to suggest that if the other party answered incorrectly, he would strike.

Indeed.

If the other party answered incorrectly, he would strike.

If he attacked, he would kill everyone here.

Han Muye had killed many people.

He didn’t care about these people in front of him.

Who was the master of Cold Moon City?

The divine-level experts showed horror on their faces, looking at Han Muye in disbelief.

They knew who the true owner of this city was.

Although for a long time, they had considered themselves the owners of the Cold Moon City, and had been in charge of everything in the city.

But deep down, they knew they weren’t the true owners of the Cold Moon City.

The true owner of the Cold Moon City needed recognition from the Trading Hall, recognition from the city’s defense array, and recognition from the previous owner of the city.

And the previous owner of this city was a powerful figure from ancient times who could control Primordial puppets, now whereabouts unknown.

“You, you are the successor of the Cold Moon City’s master…” murmured the black-robed elder standing in the front, his expression changing. Others looked at each other, their expressions changing slightly.

This was a step.

A step to cease hostilities.

If they did not recognize Han Muye as the successor of the City Lord of Cold Moon City, he would kill them all.

“Senior Muye once guided me in my cultivation and passed on all the secrets of controlling the Cold Moon City to me.” Han Muye’s expression softened slightly, looking at everyone and speaking loudly.

Muye.

Very few people knew this name.

This was the name of the previous City Lord of Cold Moon City.

As his gaze swept around, a hint of suppressed anger flashed in Han Muye’s eyes: “Originally, I had no interest in taking control of the Cold Moon City.

“But Senior Muye said that if the Cold Moon City fell, and even the Primordial puppets couldn’t be controlled, then I should take control of the city.

“Senior Muye said that once the Primordial puppets couldn’t be controlled, it wouldn’t be long before the Cold Moon City completely fell.”

His words resounded in the square, causing everyone to look ashamed.

Although these divine-level experts controlled the Cold Moon City, they let this once powerful city, which was originally a vast void, continuously decline..