Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 909 - 909 Han Muye's Sword (2)

Chapter 909 - 909 Han Muye's Sword (2)

909 Han Muye’s Sword (2)

Now that the treasures were divided, how could the elite powerful who held them in their hands be willing to have no say in the battle for the Dao?

He might as well control the strength of the two sides in the Dao Battle and fight with all his might. Perhaps he would have a chance of attaining the Dao!

Previously, he did not think much of the opportunities in the Dao Compet.i.tion. Now that the treasure vault had been divided, it had become fragrant.

On the other hand, if they didn’t make a move, the Immortal Spirit and the Heavenly Mystic would probably make a move too, right?

Those powerful individuals who had obtained the treasures and were about to rapidly improve their cultivation and strength were undoubtedly the targets of the Heavenly Mystic and Immortal Spirit factions.

Either ally with these two sides, or be hunted down.

They were just one step ahead, seizing the opportunity.

Han Muye admitted that he also had such thoughts.

He returned to the Heavenly Mystic realm this time to mobilize a large army and sweep across the void.

Although he would not use all the methods Sixth Brother Huang mentioned, he would use some of them.

For example, gathering more power before the final battle of the Dao Compet.i.tion.

“White Cloud Temple.

“Mystic Spirit Dao Sect.

“Yuanming Sword Sect.

“Qingling Dao Sect.

“They’re all major sects in the Immortal Source World. They really think highly of me, Han Muye.”

Han Muye’s eyes flickered as he looked around and said calmly.

As he pointed, figures appeared outside the surrounding light screen.

“Han Muye, my senior brother Su Qi from the White Cloud Temple fell to your hands, and today is the time to settle the score.”

An old man in a yellow Daoist robe stepped forward, and the light curtains in front of him flickered, revealing a hint of coldness, as if to freeze Han Muye, who was blocked.

Behind him, dozens of great cultivators interwoven with spiritual light were similarly filled with killing intent.

Han Muye was the Prime Minister of the Heavenly Mystic and one of its main leaders.

If he died here or was captured and killed, it would be a huge blow to the Heaven Mystic Realm.

“Ice-Cold Spirit Sealing Array?

“Does he not want to kill me, but instead capture me to exchange for benefits in the Heavenly Mystic World?” Han Muye smiled and looked at the surrounding light screen.

As a living Han Muye, he was worth more than a dead one.

Although the Heavenly Mystic side was significantly weaker in strength, they were incredibly wealthy, having obtained a fortune from a divine treasury in the past.

Capturing Han Muye and exchanging him for enough benefits or directly obtaining the control over the Heavenly Mystic would be ideal.

“Of course, a living Prime Minister Han is worth more than a dead one.” In front, someone laughed.

“Besides, isn’t Han the best at fishing? How do you feel about being the bait this time?”

At this, laughter erupted all around.

Using Han Muye as bait to fish out powerful Heavenly Mystic rescuers.

With Han Muye’s ident.i.ty, there was no way the Heavenly Mystic side would not come to rescue him.

“Boom!”

In the distance, the sound of a battle against Dang Wuyou rang out.

At this moment, the leaders of both the Heavenly Mystic and Immortal Spirit factions were simultaneously surrounded and attacked.

In the void, the Dao Ancestors who had witnessed the Dao compet.i.tion all focused their divine senses.

In this round, as long as either Dang Wuyou or Han Muye fell, the overall situation of the Dao war would change.

“Dang Wuyou only has a t.i.tle on the Heavenly Rankings, I’m afraid it will be difficult for him to hold out,” someone whispered with divine senses.

“Indeed, with Xuanji’s betrayal, the 13 half-sages and two saints are all besieging him. Even if he can overpower those at his level, he won’t be able to escape,” another agreed.

The situation was very clear.

Not to mention that he was only the leader of a small world outside the Immortal Source World, even the leader of a large sect in the Immortal Source World could not escape from such a siege.

At this point, it was obvious that Dang Wuyou could only barely hold out.

It was only a matter of time before he was surrounded and killed.

“What about Han Muye?” someone asked, his divine sense filled with curiosity.

No one answered this question for a long time.

“The White Cloud Temple, the Xuanling Dao Sect, and several other major sects joined forces. In this round, the power to kill Han Muye is 10 times greater than that of Dang Wuyou.”

“If Han Muye can escape from such a situation, I can only say that he’s really the chosen one…” someone whispered.

The strength Han Muye had always displayed was not super strong, but he had too many opportunities,

so much so that even these Dao ancestors could not draw any conclusions lightly.

“Buzz!”

The frost hit Han Muye and turned into an ice wall 30 feet away.

As expected, they wanted to capture Han Muye, not kill him now.

Watching the ice wall thicken around him, Han Muye shook his head slightly.

He had originally wanted to give these people a chance.

Hiding here and letting these people reveal the power behind them was the best choice.

But he couldn’t do it now.

Tens of thousands of miles away was the market city that he had painstakingly established, the neutral ground of the Dao struggle.

He had just said that no one within a radius of 10,000 miles could lay a hand on him.

This was a slap to Han Muye’s face.

He could only reluctantly slap back at anyone who slapped his face.

With killing intent in his eyes, the seven-story Sword Pavilion appeared behind Han Muye.

At the moment when the Sword Pavilion appeared, everyone was stunned.

The Dao Ancestors who witnessed the Dao struggle were all shaken by their divine senses.

Han Muye was actually from the Sword Pavilion, and he was even a great sword cultivator who presided over the seven-story Sword Pavilion!

“Be careful, he’s from the Sword Pavilion. Let’s end the battle quickly. Don’t hold back!” A Daoist shouted outside the light screen.

“Attack! There are many strong Sword Pavilion members here, they will definitely come to rescue him!” On the other side, the speaker raised a cold spear and pierced through the light curtain, hitting the ice wall.

The ice wall quickly pressed down.

The intense light in Han Muye’s eyes grew stronger, and outside the seven-story Sword Pavilion behind him, the nine-story Sword Pavilion quietly condensed.