Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1581 - 1581: Death or Surrender?

At this moment, many people in front of the screen of light were silent.

Whether it was the immortal realm or the divine realm, not everyone could match their own strength with their realm.

Many high-ranking figures in various forces had not fought against anyone for countless years, possessing formidable cultivation but having long lost the ability to match their strength with their cultivation realm.

Seeing Han Muye and others engage in battle at this moment, the decisive moment sent shockwaves through their hearts.

This was also the reason why the Grand Summit was held.

It was meant to allow more skilled combatants to stand out.

As for how many eventually entered the divine realm and how many disappeared without a trace, that was not something outsiders can know.

“Boom—”

Han Muye appeared in the void, and a fist slammed down.

The shockwave emitted by this fist transformed into a roaring tornado, tearing through the space in the eyes of all the screens.

This punch could even tear apart the body of an Immortal Lord!

“Suppress!”

A man with a long bow, dressed in fiery red battle armor, shouted.

The space in front of him seemed to freeze in an instant.

Divine power!

This was an expert who had cultivated a divine power!

Moreover, this divine ability clearly belonged to the spatial type, a formidable divine ability that left no room for defense!

“He’s Du Chiyu, one of the strongest Immortal Lords in this group!” Someone recognized this famous Immortal Lord who had a reputation in many realms.

“This is Du Chiyu, , known as the one who dominates the void with a single word, an extremely powerful Immortal Lord.” A whisper came from outside some of the screens.

“This makes Du Chiyu and Han Muye fight. It’s really…”

Within the screens, the fist shadows collided with the sealed space, and it seemed to have lost control for a moment.

Divine ability, containing a trace of the power of rules, was already beyond what an Immortal Lord realm could resist.

After the gusty fist shadows, Han Muye!s expression remained unchanged as he pressed down with the fist of a former god.

The space in front of him trembled visibly.

The originally empty sky and earth seemed to be shattered like glass.

“Bang!

The world shattered!

The space within a radius of 1,000 feet turned into bright pearls that scattered in all directions.

Wherever these pearls flew, the space there would burst open.

The direction with the most flying pearls was where Du Chiyu stood.

Countless transparent beads exploded and wrapped around Du Chiyu’s body.

In everyone’s eyes, Du Chiyu’s body turned into empty holes.

His eyes widened as he looked at Han Muye in front of him.

“Clang—

Nothing was left except for a golden longbow.

An Immortal Lord had suffered a backlash from his divine power just like that!

In front of all the screens, silence prevailed.

In the world, Immortal Venerables were the peaks. Most of the people in front of the light screen were at the Immortal Lord realm.

Seeing Han Muye kill an Immortal Lord with a single blow, these Immortal Lord powerhouses had complex expressions.

If they were in front of Han Muye, could they withstand this blow?

“Borrowing the power of heaven and earth, breaking the restraint of divine ability, formidable.” Someone saw through the secret of Han Muye’s punch and spoke softly.

By leveraging the pressure imparted by the light shield, he condensed it into a fist, directly breaking through the spatial restraint.

Du Chiyu did not expect that the pressure here would be so great. His divine ability was suppressed, not only failing to unleash its full power but also giving Han Muye the opportunity to exploit the loophole and annihilate him with a single blow.

In the light screen, another blood-colored halo appeared on Han Muye’s body. He turned around and his gaze landed on the Immortal Lord expert who had just been repelled by his punch and had yet to stabilize himself.

That person’s expression changed. He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and flew away.

However, just as he rushed to the light shield and slapped down, his expression changed.

This light shield unexpectedly couldn’t be broken!

Unable to break the light shield, he could only face Han Muye directly!

In front of all the screens, the Immortal Monarchs watching this battle had gloomy expressions.

In the past, there was no rule that the light barrier would suppress the person who fell into it and prevent them from retreating.

As long as one left, it meant giving up the fight, handing over their arena to the opponent, and they could safely leave. But now, unexpectedly, they couldn’t leave.

The rules had been changed!

“Divine Source Heavenly Palace has controlled the Divine Realm for so many

years, yet they can actually change the rules of their most prosperous meeting. How terrifying.” Someone’s eyes focused on the screen of light as he spoke in a low voice.

Han Muye’s gaze also landed on the light barrier.

Was this a deathmatch?

His body was condensed with battle intent and killing intent.

Since the Grand Summit, he had this kind of determination.

However, he was very curious about who could be his opponent.

Watching Han Muye approach step by step, the Immortal Lord took a deep breath and immortal light gathered on his body.

A green tornado instantly formed. Then, he unsheathed the long saber in his hand. The saber light and tornado merged into one. Combining magical powers and saber techniques?

This technique was good.

After all, he was an Immortal Lord powerhouse who had participated in the Grand Summit.

The blade pointed forward, and the tornado swept out directly.

Countless saber lights flashed within the tornado.

Each blade light, if in the immortal world, could directly tear apart mountains and rivers for thousands of miles.

Even in this space that was suppressed 10,000 times, the saber light still left visible cracks in the void.

Han Muye stared at the tornado without stopping his footsteps.

It was only when the saber approached him that he threw a punch.

This punch was very slow.

He raised his fist and smashed down again with a clear and variable trajectory.

However, in the eyes of the Immortal Lord controlling the wind, this punch was extremely fast.

The fist shadow shattered the tornado and turned into a flying white tiger that pounced on him.

He swung his long knife with a slash, but it missed.

“Cloud from the dragon, wind from the tiger…”

Watching the protection and the solidification of his body by the knife light and tornado in front of him, the Immortal Lord whispered softly..