Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

How could he possibly reveal the secrets of Mochu?

“Sister Mo Yue, she’s at, Floating Spirit Immortal Island, and now, she’s being surrounded and attacked by people from the Linglong Realm…”

Just then, the weak voice of Lady Mo Li sounded.

Floating Spirit Immortal Island.

Han Muye nodded.

As long as they knew where Sister Mu Wan was, they would have an easy time dealing with the situation.

As for Sister Mu Wan’s safety, there wasn’t too much to worry about; even if it was just a fragmented soul that had come, she had her own protective methods.

Han Muye turned his head to look at the Golden Armored Soldiers who were charging into battle.

These generals were mostly divine beings descending from the Divine Realm, and some were likely from the Linglong Realm.

The strongest in the front was a Human Immortal, while those Half-Step Human Immortals and Heavenly Mystic World beings behind him were not weak either.

Among these people, many must be fragmenting their souls into the Ruins Realm.

Their true bodies are likely not weak.

“Decisive victory, quick battle, and then we go to Floating Spirit Immortal Island,” Han Muye said lightly.

Decisive victory, quick battle.

This was not a request; it was a command.

As Han Muye gave the command, Guo Lang, who was sitting by his side, had already leaped into action.

“Clang—” The sound of a three-foot-long sword leaving its sheath rang out.

Sword in hand, a streak of Flowing Light was cast straight down from mid-air.

This sword light was like a shooting star!

Flowing Light dazzled like stars; the sword light obliterated everything, leveling the ground three hundred feet ahead.

Domineering.

Absolute.

No matter what lay ahead, a Sword would obliterate it.

With such a sword strike, three hundred Golden Armored Soldiers were eradicated, and several Half-Step Human Immortal generals were sent flying backward, coughing up blood.

Just one sword.

The Human Immortal who had barely withstood the blow was pale, looking at Guo Lang with fear in his eyes.

If the sword had been aimed solely at him with full force, he definitely would not have been able to block it.

Zhao Minghe turned his head to look at Guo Lang.

He remembered just who this sword-wielding senior brother was.

60 years ago, at the grand competition of Sword Pavilion disciples, in the final battle, a man single-handedly challenged the top three elites, maintaining a record of being undefeated but never winning – the head of Sword Hut.

The Star Blade, Guo Changtian.

Zhao Minghe drew a sharp breath and turned his gaze to the carriage.

If even the Star Blade, Guo Changtian, was following orders, then who was the last Sword Pavilion disciple? What was the identity of the person inside the carriage?

“Buzz—” The sword in Guo Lang’s hand hummed again.

Gu Chengming moved, standing beside Guo Lang, raising his three-foot-long sword.

With the two swords pointing forward, the Human Immortal from Lin Hai City no longer dared to linger and turned to flee.

If he didn’t leave now, his life would be left behind.

“Incredible…” murmured the Mochu Human Immortal who was propping up the newly awakened Lady Mo Li, his gaze inadvertently shifting to Han Muye.

“Let’s go,” said Han Muye.

Han Muye stepped down from the carriage and crossed the threshold into the pillar of light.

Zhao Minghe hurriedly followed close behind, sword in hand.

Inside the pillar of light, golden light sparkled, and waves of teleportation spiritual light rose up.

By the time the powerhouses from Lin Hai City arrived, Han Muye and his companions had already left quietly, leaving behind only the carriage and horses.

“Hmph, do these people from Sword Pavilion really think they are so powerful?”

“Daring to disrupt the grand affairs of the Divine Source Heavenly Palace, this Immortal Sovereign shall eradicate every last one of them from Sword Pavilion!”

Killing intent pervaded the old man who spoke.

Hearing his words, another white-bearded elder shook his head.

“Xu Jue and Luo Kun are not easy to handle. The power we can exert in this Ruins Realm is limited.”

“Plus, with the grand plans of the Divine Source Heavenly Palace, and the scattered powerful entities, we may not necessarily be able to suppress Xu Jue and Luo Kun,” added the white-bearded elder.

The white-bearded elder’s words caused the old man who had just roared with rage to change his expression. In the end, he snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and entered the pillar of light.

“No matter what, we cannot let these people who are teleporting to the Immortal Island remain,” he said.

But as soon as his figure entered the pillar of light, he was sent flying back out.

“Buzz—” At that moment, all the pillars of light in Lin Hai City shook and then extinguished.

Above the sky, a figure hovered quietly.

“Who is it!”

“Daring to tamper with the teleportation array, are you seeking death?” voices shouted angrily from Lin Hai City.

Those who had just entered the teleportation pillar of light, as well as a few outside of it, did not speak. Instead, their expressions were grave.

Even though there was no oppressive aura descending from the figure in mid-air, it still gave off a suffocating presence.

“Have you ever considered why Mochu is able to exist?” the voice sounded from mid-air.

Why does Mochu exist?

Below, everyone’s faces changed.

“You are Xu Jue!” the white-bearded elder at the teleportation array exclaimed in a low voice, turning to run away.

But as soon as he tried to flee, he found his feet weighed down by tens of thousands of catties, unable to move at all.

The others were also immobilized by immense pressure, completely unable to move.

“How dare you call out my celestial master’s name directly?” the figure in mid-air shouted coldly, then raised a hand and waved it.

Countless glimmers of light scattered, and in Lin Hai City, numerous figures shattered into pieces.

This strike, even a Human Immortal, could not withstand it. Those glimmers of light invaded their bodies, directly tearing apart their souls and bodies.

Except for the two figures outside the teleportation array, all other powerful beings from the outer world were struck down.

Whether it was their souls entering the Ruins Realm or their true bodies within it.

“A bunch of entities from the Outer Realm dare to stir up trouble in my Tiger Spirit Realm,” the figure snorted coldly, then descended from the air.

Dressed in a green robe with graying hair and an ancient-looking face, his robe was marked with eight trigrams and cloud patterns.

These were the symbols of the lineage of the Artisan God Xu Jue of the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm.

“Tell me, who went to Floating Spirit Immortal Island today?”