Chapter 1216 - 1216 Only Those Above the Void Refinement Realm Are Qualified to Fight!
1216 Only Those Above the Void Refinement Realm Are Qualified to Fight!
2,320 elite disciples of the Sword Sect sharpened their swords in anticipation!
With a single word from Zhu Yong, Han Muye’s sword intent soared into the sky.
Sword light converged, shooting straight into the heavens.
Behind him, the 20 Heaven Immortal guards and 100 Heaven Immortal demons all unleashed their power, forming a blood and energy column that covered the sky.
One person came forward, followed by 120 Heaven Immortals.
“Invincible Han of Yunlan City, such grandiosity.” A voice sounded from afar atop the city’s gate.
Above the continuous buildings and gates of the city, sword light sparkled, transforming into towering sword pillars that solidified into a heaven wall.
Waiting for the swords to be honed.
The blood and energy column collided with the heaven wall, shattering with a resounding boom.
The strength of 2,000 elite disciples of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect was not just a match for a mere 120 Heaven Immortals. Even 10 times that number would be like snow meeting scorching sun.
Behind Han Muye, the blood qi of the 120 Heaven Immortal experts trembled uncontrollably.
The combat strength of the Sword Sect disciples was monstrous.
“Display of dominance?” Han Muye whispered softly, taking a step forward. The sword light swirling around him converged and transformed into the Essence Soul Trap Sword.
The hairband on his back turned into a green short sword.
With two swords in hand, his body transformed into a sword light, covering a distance of hundreds of miles in an instant.
“Haha, this is what a sword cultivator should look like.” A voice came from the city ahead. A sword cultivator in his thirties holding a long sword stood in the air.
“Du Mingqi from Muxue Hall awaits you!”
The sword cultivator lifted his sword, causing delicate and gentle sword light to drift like white snow. His strike seemed effortlessly executed.
However, a thousand feet in front of Han Muye, a snow-capped mountain appeared. The mountain was towering and covered in glistening snow.
“What a good move, Thousand Mountains Sunset Snow!”
Han Muye burst into laughter, tossing his short sword: “Witness my technique, Clouds Covering Miles!”
The sword turned into clouds, clouds converged into a sea, the sea of clouds surged and collided with the snow-capped mountain.
Mountain and sea of clouds merged, turning into a stream of azure immortal energy.
Breaking sword momentum with sword momentum.
This was a sparring between fellow disciples, unrelated to cultivation level, only comparing their comprehension of the Sword Dao.
“Good, good sword technique.”
Astonishment flashed across Du Mingqi’s face. He stepped back and clasped his hands, “Yunlan Sword Immortal’s swordsmanship is unparalleled. Du Mingqi admits defeat.”
Han Muye did not stop. He brushed past him and said calmly, “You’re too kind.”
Since his cultivation and combat strength had already reached this level, Han Muye no longer felt the need for excessive modesty.
He had not thought of hiding his strength when he came to the Sword Sect today.
Stretching out his hand to retract his short sword, a sword light had already followed closely behind.
“Clang—”
The trap sword in Han Muye’s hand struck out, turning into thousands of Daos that locked the opponent’s sword.
Countless swords intertwined, the long sword within them wailed, its sword spirit trembling.
“Yuling Hall’s Zhu Cun admits defeat!” A gray-robed 40-year-old sword cultivator flew over and hurriedly cupped his hands.
It was just a sparring match that he was bound to lose. If his treasured sword were to be damaged, it wouldn’t be worth it.
Han Muye raised his hand and retracted the trap sword. He nodded and continued forward.
Zhu Cun also recalled his long sword, pouring his sword intent into it and letting out a breath of relief.
Luckily, there was no damage.
Looking up, he saw Han Muye shattering two more sword lights with his two swords.
“To be able to gain fame in the Yunteng Wasteland, indeed not just due to luck.” Zhu Cun’s face revealed a sense of wonder, muttering to himself. A glint of brilliance shone in his eyes.
“Big Brother, Impressive…” Looking at Han Muye’s sword, Zhao Chen, who was outside the city, showed an envious expression.
“Young Master, Yunlan Sword Immortal’s swordsmanship is the result of hundreds of undefeated battles in the Yunteng Wasteland.” Chu Lao’s voice sounded from behind.
“I know, I don’t have that ability, so it’s hopeless for me in this lifetime.” Zhao Chen waved his hand, no longer looking up. He turned and walked towards the city gate.
“I’d better think about how to earn spiritual rocks.”
Elder Chu shook his head and sighed softly before walking over.
This young master of his had grown up under his care, learning his cultivation from him. His talents weren’t lacking, but unfortunately, his heart wasn’t in it.
“Is that Invincible Han?” In the distance, in front of a hall floating among the clouds, a white-bearded old man asked softly.
Beside him were several old men in green robes.
“Yes, Senior Brother Zhu Ming’s successor,” Zhou Sheng, who had arrived at some point, said loudly with a wine gourd hanging on his waist.
“Yes, that continuous method of gathering sword intent is indeed Senior Brother Zhu Ming’s path.” An old man looked at the gentle and continuous sword light in Han Muye’s hand and nodded.
The others also recognized the sword intent contained in this sword move.
“But I heard that Li Yungang is also very concerned about this kid?” The old man in the lead turned to look at Zhou Sheng.
The others also turned to look at him.
Zhou Sheng grinned and reached out to stroke his beard and hair. Then, he patted the wine gourd at his waist.
“That guy gave me a lot of good wine.”
His words made the leading old man frown slightly.
Others also turned to look at Han Muye.
At this moment, Han Muye had already shattered 14 sword lights in succession, forcing back 14 elite disciples of the Sword Sect.
“I wonder how many trials he passed in the trial grounds back then. However, with his Comprehension, the God Slaying Hall should take notice.” Mu Huan, once a visitor to the Bitter Immortal Realm and now at the peak of the Great Luo stage, and the master of the Xuntian Hall, looked toward the empty sky.
It was as if he could see an empty hall over there.
The most mysterious hall of the Sword Sect, the God Slaying Hall.
The God Slaying Hall was not a real hall, but a mission.
Only true elites, true transcendent Sword Sect disciples, had the qualification to enter the God Slaying Hall.
Has Han Muye already gained the qualification to enter the God Slaying Hall?
Around the sky, hundreds of divine thoughts descended silently, all observing Han Muye and his sword artistry.