Chapter 929 - 929 The Final Battle of Dao Struggle (5)
929 The Final Battle of Dao Struggle (5)
With his own power, he faced the army of the Immortal Spirit World!
Behind Han Muye, the cultivators of the Heavenly Mystic World were filled with grief and indignation.
If their own cultivation was strong enough, they would also be willing to fight to the death.
But with so many great cultivators present, sacrificing their lives would be meaningless.
There was only one person in this world who could stop the Immortal Spirit army.
Han Muye.
Prime Minister Han of the Heavenly Mystic.
“Buzz!”
Without any hesitation, Dang Wuyou immediately controlled the Divine Court Puppet and swung his sword towards Han Muye.
The power controlled by the Divine Court Puppet was even stronger than that of the Divine Court guards. With one swing of the sword, the surrounding thousand miles of empty space were instantly frozen.
If this sword couldn’t be stopped, not only Han Muye, but also the many Heavenly Mystic cultivators behind him would perish.
It was said that only Han Muye was to be killed, but if he fell, how could the cultivators of the Heavenly Mystic world be spared?
Honour and shame, life and death were shared.
The long sword in Han Muye’s hand shone brilliantly.
Behind him, the seven-layered Sword Tower lit up layer by layer.
In the illusion, another nine-layered Sword Tower also appeared with golden radiance.
However, the nine-layered Sword Tower was hidden in the illusion and could only be seen by Han Muye himself.
At this moment, the sword light in the Sword Tower behind Han Muye transformed into a starry sky, including 30 million standard long swords and hundreds of thousands of swords of various levels collected over the years.
For a hundred years, he had concealed his sword, all for this moment.
Just like the time when he was in the Sword Pavilion on the Nine Mystic Mountain, practicing sword techniques, one sword per cycle of the 60-year cycle, to confront the Heaven Realm experts.
It turned out that the path of cultivation remained the same.
When Han Muye raised his sword, the clarity in his eyes was like that of the time when he condensed his soul into a sword to resist the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect at the foot of the Nine Mystic Mountain.
It turned out that this heart had never changed in cultivation.
“I’m a sword cultivator.
“There’s a sword in my heart.
“There’s a sword in my hand.”
“My sword.” Han Muye’s voice echoed as he thrust his sword forward and charged ahead, “to protect everything I want to protect.”
The Sword Dao was a way of breaking and establishing. Able to break everything, but what was established?
It was the thought in his heart, protecting the peace in his heart.
With his hand on the hilt of his sword, his heart was at peace.
After he thrust his sword out, Han Muye’s spirit rapidly transformed.
He had a feeling of transforming into a sword, combining person and sword.
His sword intent had already condensed into the sword of his soul. If his primordial spirit and physical body merged, that would be even further, stepping into the realm of the sage.
“Clang—”
The long sword collided with the long scabbard, resonating and undulating, and the waves of clouds and shattered miles.
The Heavenly Mystic World shook, and various powers interwove in the sky, shining brightly.
Han Muye stood still, pointing his sword forward.
The towering body of the Divine Court puppet was pushed back to 10 miles away before stopping.
In the void, whether it was the Dao Ancestors who witnessed the Dao War or the powerhouses from the Immortal World who attacked, they all looked at Han Muye, who did not move, in shock.
Was there really someone in the world who could force back a Divine Court puppet with a single strike?
The Divine Court puppet was a powerful being that controlled immortal treasures and could fight a Heavenly Venerable alone.
Even though this world could only display the power of the sage realm due to the Dao War’s sealing, the combat power of the Divine Court puppet was still at the pinnacle of the sage realm.
“Prime Minister Han of the Heavenly Mystic has become so strong?” A Dao Ancestor muttered somewhat absent-mindedly.
From presiding over the Dao War to now, although Han Muye was often outside of monitoring, how could Han Muye improve to such a level in less than a hundred years?
The other Dao Ancestors were silent.
In their eyes, Han Muye could be said to have grown step by step.
Even watching such a genius grow was a joyous thing.
“Unfortunately, no matter how strong he is, he will definitely die today…” A Dao Ancestor shook his head and felt regretful.
He felt regretful for Han Muye’s death.
Ten miles away, Dang Wuyou narrowed his eyes as a faint killing intent surged from his body.
The spiritual light in his hand turned into threads that penetrated the void.
Behind him, a hint of intelligence appeared on the originally dull face of the Divine Court puppet.
In the void, the Upper Three Heavens cultivators on the flying ships had cold expressions as they looked at the battlefield in front of them.
The sword in Han Muye’s hand condensed again.
“Boom!”
The puppet of the Divine Court, shrouded in wind and thunder, flew towards Han Muye with a horizontal slash of its long sword, followed by a blood-red dragon, directly enveloping him.
The blade tore through the void, its radiance transforming into the image of a dragon.
The sound of the dragon’s roar echoed, and the blade light pierced directly into Han Muye’s heart and soul, stunning his senses.
The restraint of Qi, blood, and spiritual energy – this was the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world.
With just one slash, the Divine Court puppet made countless people’s faces turn pale.
There were few cultivators in the world who could master this level of swordsmanship.
“In ancient times, there was a sword expert named Wang Zhengwu, who swept across the world with his long sword. Later, this senior ascended to the Immortal World…”
A Dao Ancestor who witnessed the battle widened his eyes, murmuring in his mouth, his divine sense momentarily in chaos.
The expert in Sword Dao.
Ascending to the Immortal World.
“Impossible, absolutely impossible…” Someone muttered in a daze. He gritted his teeth and stared at the puppet.
“Wang Zhengwu had a move called ‘Mountain and River Severing’. That one slash could sever the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, blocking off a world.” Someone closely watched the puppet, their soul trembling and their mind tense.
The long sword slashed horizontally, and Han Muye extended his sword once again.
“Clang—”
Within a radius of thousands of miles, spiritual energy was directly shaken into nothingness, and countless Heavenly Mystic cultivators were unable to stabilize their bodies and fell.
Even the flying ships of the Immortal Spirit World had to retreat.
The sword Qi on Han Muye’s body shattered, and his whole person flew backward, while the sword light on the seven-layered sword tower on his back flickered, as if it was about to dissipate at any moment.