Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The Phantom Spirit Hibernating Dragon, which had transformed step by step from the Serpent of Obscurity, is called a dragon, yet it still has the body of a snake.

The entwined skeletons, each joint roared and screamed with the soul of divine beasts.

When its skull collided with the golden-armored general that Han Muye had become, the resulting waves tore the void apart.

A star before their bodies was directly turned into dust by this turbulent power.

Within the tens of thousands of miles of illusory realm around them, the stars appeared like jellyfish floating in the sea, undulating, ripping apart.

Han Muye withstood the Dragon Crocodile’s collision and tearing with punch after punch.

No frills involved.

When the cultivation and combat strength reached such a level, various Rule Bending Powers had already been imbued into every strike.

Apart from the very top few supernatural powers and the support of the top treasures, other tactics had very little enhancement to combat strength.

“Boom—”

The golden-armored general that Han Muye had become punched down and moved half a step backward with his body.

He was not struck back, but was making slight adjustments.

After all, how could a Defiant Dragon compare with the Dragon Crocodile, renowned for its supreme strength?

Indeed, as Han Muye took a step back and the power of qi and blood surged again within him, the body of the bone dragon opposite him shook and slowly dissipated.

The dissipating bone dragon transformed into a cold and stern youth dressed in a black robe, towering at eight feet tall.

In the youth’s hand was a bone sword, with a chilling White Bone brilliance, piercing with an ethereal divine light.

Han Muye’s form paused, and he too re-manifested his body.

“You’re quite interesting,” the Defiant Dragon said with a hint of curiosity as he looked at Han Muye before him.

“Daring to refine the Dragon Crocodile Power, and yet suffer no backlash until now. That’s quite rare.”

“I know what you’ve come here for.”

“If you can last ten moves under my White Bone Longsword, I’ll give you a chance.”

The White Bone Longsword vibrated slightly, and a flowing Sword Intent shone from the sword edge.

The sound of the sword, with a dragon chant, and layers of dragon and divine beast phantoms crisscrossed above the sword edge.

This sword, it was actually refined from the spine of divine beasts.

But at this moment, Han Muye’s attention wasn’t on the material of the sword, but rather on the piercing Sword Intent of the sword body.

In addition to his own Sword Dao inheritance and the sword technique of Sword God Lu Yue, the sword intent on this Defiant Dragon was the strongest.

A Primordial Overlord, renowned for the Spiritual Illusionary Realm, was so powerful in the realm of the sword, which really piqued Han Muye’s curiosity.

“Sword Dao,” murmured Han Muye.

The Defiant Dragon seemed somewhat pleased to have startled Han Muye, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

“I see among your companions there’s one with decent Sword Dao cultivation, so you are not unfamiliar with Sword Dao,” the Defiant Dragon said, pointing forward with the White Bone Longsword as golden divine patterns on the sword body lit up.

“I hope your strength does not make me regret drawing my sword.”

As his words fell, divine light surged around the Defiant Dragon, pouring strength into the longsword and provoking the Sword Intent.

Thousands of fearsome bone dragons emerged from the longsword, merging into a roaring torrent and smashing towards Han Muye.

This time there was no grand scene of smashing stars with mere gestures, yet each of these bone dragon phantoms was a rule condensed from the Sword Intent.

With these thousands of rules, not to mention smashing stars, it was enough to shatter the cosmos teeming with countless stars.

A Primordial Overlord wielding an indomitable Sword Dao technique demonstrated one of the world’s highest levels of combat strength.

As far as Han Muye knew, Sword God Lu Yue, who had the power to slash through the galaxy with his sword power, was such a formidable person.

Of course, this sword in front of him was still far from the Sword Dao of Sword God Lu Yue.

Because in Han Muye’s eyes, the Sword Dao cultivation of this Defiant Dragon was really nothing special.

Had it not been for the fact that he was the Defiant Dragon, a Primordial Overlord from the Primordial Era, Han Muye would’ve been too lazy to compare swords with him.

“Ting—”

The sword edge sang, and a blue sword light appeared.

At the instant of the sword light’s appearance, the Defiant Dragon’s eyes narrowed, revealing a trace of astonishment.

In Han Muye’s hand too was a sword tightly grasped, then lightly swung.

The sword light was not dazzling.

Yet this not-so-dazzling sword light held a force that made his soul waver.

This force was suppression within the Sword Dao.

Han Muye’s Sword Dao cultivation was actually above that of the Defiant Dragon!

How could this be possible!

With each flicker of the bright sword edge, the power of the void converged with every advance.

After the sword edge flickered ten times, the world in front of it was left only with clarity.

The world turned a shade of blue.

All else became but shadows.

This was a true Sword Intent that shattered both the power of heaven and earth and the rules of the void!

“Buzz—”

The bright sword light collided with the Sword Intent from the White Bone sword, and all the power between heaven and earth seemed to dissolve in an instant.

A sword light, clearing all clouds and dust.

All White Bone power dissipated, turned to ash.

“Ting—”

That bright sword light returned to the cosmos.

But in the next moment, the Defiant Dragon suddenly changed color.

In the void before him, a bright sword light flashed suddenly, piercing straight to his chest.

The sword light penetrated his robe and pressed against his chest, its piercing chill seeming to stab through his heart.

Even though his body had been so fully condensed, he still felt a prick of pain before this sword light.

How long had it been since he’d felt this sensation?

The Defiant Dragon looked up, his face showing a hint of bewilderment.

“In this world, there really aren’t many who dare to draw their sword against me,” came Han Muye’s voice, laced with a tinge of melancholy.

It’s lonely at the top, with no one worth drawing his sword against, and no one qualified to draw theirs against him.

Loneliness.

Looking at Han Muye before him, the Defiant Dragon felt an urge to tear him apart.