Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1105 - 1105 50,000 Miles, One Sword Breaks 100,000 Formations

Chapter 1105 - 1105 50,000 Miles, One Sword Breaks 100,000 Formations

1105 50,000 Miles, One Sword Breaks 100,000 Formations

“It’s the Puppet Daoist from Guanyue City!”

“The Daoist hasn’t presented his play for three days.”

Around them, the onlooking cultivators whispered or conveyed messages through divine thoughts.

The black-robed cultivator, who was being pointed at by Han Muye’s long sword, had a changing expression on his face but eventually snorted coldly, “Today, I, as a humble Daoist, am only here on someone’s behalf. Why must you push me so aggressively?”

With that, he moved and retreated.

No one was really willing to die.

For example, this Puppet Daoist.

His cultivation and combat power were not stronger than Mu Wusheng’s.

If Mu Wusheng was slain by one sword, he wouldn’t fare any better.

So, the display of power he showed just now was merely a facade, easily broken by Han Muye’s sword.

At this moment, with Han Muye pointing his sword at him, he had no intention of fighting and instead retreated.

“Heh, I told you that you could leave, didn’t I?” Han Muye whispered lightly, the coldness in his voice causing the puppet Daoist to tremble all over as he quickly raised his head.

Han Muye’s sword silently brushed against his back and sliced it off.

“Ah—”

The Puppet Daoist let out a miserable scream as his body turned into a black smoke.

A black beast claw fell to the ground.

Not far away, a person covered in black demonic qi and wearing a colorful mask appeared. He had lost an arm.

“How dare you jump around in front of me with such a small trick?”

Looking at the trembling figure holding his severed hand, Han Muye shouted and took a step forward.

“Slash—”

The long sword pierced forward, and before the person with the severed arm could react, Han Muye’s sword in his hand flicked open the colorful mask on top of his head.

The colorful mask was lifted, revealing a constantly changing face.

“Faceless Demon Wolf!”

“It’s the faceless demon wolf who used to travel with the Six-Armed Demon Wolf. Back then, they were a notorious pair, wreaking havoc as powerful demons.”

“No wonder they were concealing their true form. So, this is what they are.”

“The Six-Armed Demon Wolf was severely injured back then and ultimately disappeared. Otherwise, if they joined forces, they might have been able to withstand Invincible Han.”

The cultivators who recognized the faceless demon wolf exclaimed in astonishment.

The faceless demon wolf, whose ident.i.ty had been exposed, panicked as well. He let out a strange roar, then rolled his body, transforming into a small black beast, about three feet long, and swiftly maneuvered through the gra.s.sy heap.

Han Muye snorted coldly, raised his hand, and drew his long sword from the scabbard on his back. A sword imbued with a halo of flames spun in mid-air with a single flick and descended straight down.

“Bang!”

As the sword edge fell within a hundred feet, the ground turned into scorched earth.

A hint of meaty fragrance lingered in the air.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a set of charred characters was engraved on a nearby slab of bluestone.

“Invincible Han of Yunlan City, Heavenly Venerable Ying Huan of Guanyue City is here.”

Every word emanated a trace of fiery power, and from a distance, it appeared as if flames were ignited.

Retracting the two swords, Han Muye looked ahead and strode away.

“Good move.”

“He’s really a sword immortal. He’s ruthless.”

Although Puppet Daoist made a move, he couldn’t inflict any harm on Han Muye, and yet Han Muye still took his life with a single sword.

Such a ruthless style of attacking, leaving no survivors, was truly chilling.

Indeed, as Han Muye traveled another 3,000 miles, no one dared to block his path.

It wasn’t until 3,500 miles away that an old man, sitting by the road with a chessboard, appeared.

“I, on behalf of the Lord of Guanyue City, have been invited to stall you for a moment, young friend,” the old man looked up and spoke to Han Muye.

On the chessboard in front of him, there were already chess pieces scattered in a chaotic arrangement, intermingled in black and white.

“It’s Heavenly Venerable Luo Qi. It’s said that this person has already stepped into the Five Decays of Heaven and Man realm. Why is he still here?” Someone looked at the old man sitting behind the chessboard in confusion and whispered.

“Heh, as you can see, I have already reached the Five Decays of Heaven and Man realm, and my power is weakened to the extreme.

“If you want to kill me, you only need one strike.”

Heavenly Venerable Luo Qi, holding a chess piece in his hand, had a calm expression. “If you can win this game against me, I will go into reincarnation and start my cultivation anew. I will gift you all my treasures.

“I’ve roamed this Yunteng Wasteland for thousands of years, and I have quite a few valuable things on hand.”

With a gentle flick of his fingertip, the Heavenly Venerable Luo Qi lightly turned the chess piece, smiling as he placed the pitch-black piece onto the chessboard.

One game, and he would win all the treasures of a half-step Immortal.

This was a business he could continue.

Many people’s faces revealed envy as they stared intently at Han Muye and the chess game before them.

Some were already calculating what techniques might be hidden within this game.

“Clang—”

Heavenly Venerable Luo Qi’s chess piece was still three inches away from the chessboard, it refused to fall no matter what he did.

Because he heard the sound of Han Muye unsheathing his sword.

The sword light was clear and bright, piercing through his chest.

That chess piece fell onto the chessboard, rolling and disrupting the layout.

Drops of bright red blood dripped from Han Muye’s sword.

Daoist Luo Qi struggled to lift his head, his face showing pain and disappointment.

“Why…?”

This was the same question others wanted to ask.

For a cultivator who had reached the Five Decays of Heaven and Man realm, there wasn’t much threat left to outsiders.

There were unspoken rules in the Immortal World. Cultivators who had stepped into the Five Decays of Heaven and Man realm usually wouldn’t attack.

After all, if you were still below the Heaven Immortal Realm, there would always be a time when you stepped into the Five Decays of Heaven and Man realm, unless you cultivated a heaven-defying Dao.

However, this unspoken rule was ultimately an unspoken rule. Any cultivator who had entered the Five Decays realm would do everything to protect himself and minimize the chance of being discovered by outsiders.

Today, Heavenly Venerable Luo Qi, at the peak of the Five Decays realm, met Han Muye and set up this chess game, gambling with his countless years of treasures.

But the result was that Han Muye boldly drew his sword.