Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

“Boom—”

In the next moment, the flames overlapped and rose again.

The halos intersected and turned into a prairie fire beacon.

Five Mystic Sword Technique, Fire Beacon.

Every time a sword technique was displayed, a phantom would be killed.

Han Muye’s sword in hand became faster and faster.

“Buzz!”

Not far away, a pillar of light shattered. Then, the pillar of light overlapped with the one on Han Muye’s body, and two phantoms appeared.

But as soon as those illusions appeared, they were shattered by his sword.

The sword light seemed to be a wandering dragon, crossing mountains and rivers with each shimmer.

“Decisive judgment! ”

“This person is really born for the Sword Dao!”

“The true meaning of the Sword Dao can only be seen with such a strike!” In front of countless light screens, powerful individuals focused their gaze on

Han Muye.

Within the divine realm, some sects also showed signs of interest. “If he becomes the champion of this Grand Summit, it might be worth recruiting him into the sect…”

“Is it worth offending the Divine Source Heavenly Palace?”

“The Divine Source Heavenly Palace? If Han Muye becomes the champion, they might have their hands full!”

Unknowingly, there were already five phantoms around Han Muye.

Each one using a different sword technique.

So far, among those light columns, there were not many with two illusions, and only Huang Six had three.

Five illusions were simply unimaginable.

Han Muye’s dual swords faced all five illusions, blocking and defending against them.

Clearly, he was honing his sword skills and not lacking the strength to kill these illusions.

Such swordsmanship was truly unprecedented.

Outside the light screens, the figures in the void focused their attention on Han Muye.

As if sensing the surrounding attention, Han Muye’s sword movements slowed for a moment.

It was a slowness that everyone could feel.

However, this slowness gave people a clearer feeling.

His left-handed sword thrust, pressing against the sword edge of one illusion on the left. With a sliding stab, his sword was sent flying. Then the sword light slashed horizontally and cut through the chest of another phantom.

He moved and dodged the sword behind him. Then, without looking at the sword in his right hand, he turned around and pierced the body behind him.

One sword, three consecutive strikes, ending each illusion.

At this moment, the sword spirit even broke through the spatial barriers.

“So strong…”

In front of the light screen in Divine Source Heavenly Palace, someone couldn’t help but murmur.

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed.

The surrounding experts also wore unpleasant expressions.

With such sword techniques, it was already a sure bet that Han Muye would become the champion.

What should be done?

Everyone looked at the Palace Master. The Heavenly Palace Master’s eyes darkened.

“This person cannot be spared.”

He looked at the phantoms of the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield experts and gritted his teeth. “Bring out the Heavenly Stele.”

Heavenly Stele!

Everyone was stunned at first, then their eyes widened.

“The Divine Monument is related to the opening of the next calamity. It’s an item that suppresses the Heavenly Palace’s fortune…”

The Elder who spoke lowered his head.

The Heavenly Stele, a divine object, was once carried by the divine beast Baxia.

However, because it involved the calamity, the Baxia bloodline was wiped out.

And the imprisoned Heavenly Venerable, trapped deep in the Divine Source Heavenly Palace, once had designs on the Heavenly Stele.

Another Elder said in a low voice, “The Heavenly Stele is related to the Heavenly Cycle Immortal Venerable and the calamity. Back then, the experts in the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield had already left behind a message that anyone related to the Baxia bloodline and the Heaven Suppressing Heavenly

Stele should not be spared.”

“Prepare this Heavenly Stele. If Han Muye really wins the championship of the Golden Age, give him the Heavenly Stele as a reward.” The Heavenly Palace Master sneered.

Watching the light screens, his eyes flickered with killing intent.

“When he gets the Heavenly Stele, we will strike directly.

“To think he can win my Heavenly Palace’s divine crystals as gambling stakes is too naive.”

“Boom—”

In the light screens, Han Muye’s sword extinguished all the illusions around him.

But before he could rest, several light columns merged around him, and then eight illusions appeared.

From all directions.

At this moment, he slowly retracted the two swords in his hands.

With the power of the two swords in his hands, he could not block the swords from all directions.

Just as he retracted his dual swords, the light columns around him fluctuated, and the eight figures began to change.

He sheathed his swords.

“Boom—”

Han Muye punched.

Heaven Breaking Fist!