Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1750: So Many Primordial Battle Puppets, All Are Mine! (3)

Chapter 1750: So Many Primordial Battle Puppets, All Are Mine! (3)

Translator: Atlas Studios    Editor: Atlas Studios

With that, he looked at Yan Ke’er and Nalan Moran, who had rushed forward.

“Let’s leave Yutao City first.”

Shortly after everyone left the ruins of Yutao City, the entire ruins disappeared from the original location, leaving only a desert behind.

Various powerful figures stood outside the ruins. Some quietly left, while others turned to look at He Yangsun and his group.

Nalan Moran did not go to PaG.o.da City with He Yangsun, and He Yangsun did not go to Nalan’s house to see his father.

Although He Yangsun claimed he had no grudges against He Ju, it didn’t mean he would go to see him.

If He Ju had the PaG.o.da City family clan, as well as himself and his mother, in his heart, he would have come to PaG.o.da City.

The reward that Nalan Moran promised to Yan Ke r er was paid using the origin coins owed to him by Mingwu City.

Xue Ning’er quietly left, as if she was afraid of being killed.

However, she told He Yangsun that she would come to find him at the right time.

He Yangsun promised to buy the spear at twice the price.

Powerhouses appeared one after another in a battle in the ruins.

Not only were there alliances formed by eighth and ninth levels, but there were also sage level, divine level, and even Primordial level battle puppets appearing in the end.

For cultivators from various factions, the outcome of the involvement of the

Primordial battle puppets was unknown, and no one dared to speculate.

Being able to come back alive was extremely lucky.

He Yangsun led the cultivators from PaG.o.da City back the way they came.

For them, this trip was also immensely rewarding.

Not only did they establish the Yutao Alliance and occupy various treasure locations within the ruins, finding a lot of wealth, but they also witnessed real battles among powerful individuals. Even if it was just for a moment.

On the way back, everyone was silent.

Master Han’s confrontation with the Primordial-level powerhouse, that strike that pierced the air with the long spear, truly shook everyone’s hearts and was difficult to forget.

This was the true powerhouse of the world!

Nestling in PaG.o.da City, they could never become such powerhouses.

Many people made up their minds to head to the big cities after returning to PaG.o.da City.

Or they could spend a hefty sum to enter academies.

Only by doing so could they improve themselves.

Cold Moon City.

Located a hundred thousand miles beyond the wilderness to the west of Sun Cast City.

Not everyone knew about Cold Moon City.

Because it was a floating city.

This city was said to have been magnificent countless years ago. It was a big

Later on, the city declined and fell from the void, suspended in the sky 100,000 feet away.

Sun Cast City and other cities had attacked Cold Moon City before, but ultimately returned without success.

That was because Cold Moon City’s defensive array could resist even Primordial-level powerhouses.

“Boom—n

A loud explosion sounded in Cold Moon City.

In a great hall, several old men in black robes flew out with ashen expressions.

“How dare that person kill Zhao Quan!”

“Truly seeking death, daring to provoke our Cold Moon City.” The auras of the elders were solemn. They were at least sage-level.

Their eyes were filled with killing intent.

“Zhao Quan was trash. He actually died controlling a Primordial battle puppet.” A white-bearded elder gritted his teeth and looked at the square not far away.

In the square, there were several damaged battle puppets, all of which appeared extremely powerful, but now, without anyone to control them, they were nothing but sc.r.a.p metal.

“Looks like Cold Moon City needs to rebuild another Primordial-level battle puppet.” The old man said with a low growl, about to move forward, but suddenly his expression changed drastically.

“Who goes there!”

He widened his eyes, looking at the figure that appeared in the square beside those battle puppets, seemingly out of nowhere.

Someone had silently infiltrated Cold Moon City and stepped into the square where these sealed battle puppets were!

How could this be possible!

Han Muye, who was standing in front of the Battle Puppet, did not even look back. His face was full of smiles. “So many Primordial battle puppets.

“Mine.

“All are mine!”