Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion-Chapter 2322 - : 1078, is this all to the heritage of your True Dao Sect?
Chapter 2322: 1078, is this all to the heritage of your True Dao Sect?
Ancestral Master of Nine Mysteries Path.
Go to True Dao Sect.
Just now, Feng Shaolin had invited Yun Lang Daoist to the True Dao Sect, taking action and even threatening with the disciples of Nine Mysteries Path as leverage.
At this moment, upon hearing that Han Muye intended to visit the True Dao Sect, Feng Shaolin’s expression changed.
This was because Han Muye, the Ancestral Master of the Nine Mysteries Path, had appeared too mysteriously and displayed strength that was unfathomable to him.
“Our True Dao Sect, of course, wishes to invite the senior to grace us,” Feng Shaolin said as his gaze locked onto Han Muye, the light on his long saber swirling, “however, Feng Zihe needs to verify your strength first.”
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“If the strength is insufficient, then become a lost soul under my saber!”
As his voice fell, the saber light arose.
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This time, the blade light, unlike the previous one used by Feng Shaolin in the fight against Yun Lang Daoist, borrowed the power of heaven and earth around it, as well as the strength of the golden armored soldiers.
Triple Blade Light converged, slashing directly at Han Muye’s head.
“Boom—”
The swirling saber light transformed into a golden armored lion, pressing down towards the top of Han Muye’s head.
In that instant, the entire area within ten miles began to tremble, as if the surrounding heaven and earth were about to shatter.
Cultivators below the third layer of the Rebirth Realm all felt their spirits shake and their blood essence seemed to freeze.
Even Daoist Hu Yu and others had pale faces, struggling to suppress the surging of their blood essence.
This devastating strike was the limit of Feng Shaolin.
This was the true strength of the Mystical Hidden Realm!
Those cultivators who had watched Feng Shaolin struggle against Yun Lang Daoist, thinking the Mystical Hidden Realm was nothing special, now widened their eyes, unable to breathe.
Not far beside Han Muye, Yun Lang Daoist narrowed his eyes, his expression slightly serious.
He admitted, he had underestimated the techniques of the younger generation of cultivators.
At least the combat strength Feng Shaolin showed now was not inferior to the peers from ancient times, perhaps even more ingenious, with a deeper and more powerful consolidation of strength.
Watching the lion descend upon him, Han Muye raised his hand.
His figure remained still, his waist trembling slightly as he pressed his raised hand forward, like a breezy palm with green willows in front of him.
“It’s Cloud Catching the Clear Wind!” Wu Mingjue exclaimed softly, eyes fixed on Han Muye’s movements.
Han Muye’s action was clearly one of the basic techniques among the Nine Mysteries Gentle Breeze 36 Forms.
Hand gently stroking, as if comforting the breeze in front of him.
As Han Muye’s palm reached forward and gently pressed down, everyone heard a sound like a thunderclap.
Moving like a bolt of lightning, with thunder accompanying the wind, this was a phenomenon of martial skill refined to the highest level!
“How could this be, the Nine Mysteries Path shouldn’t have such a sophisticated heritage…” Seeing Han Muye’s palm press down, with the thunder and wind swirling, confusion flashed across Feng Shaolin’s face.
If the Nine Mysteries Path’s heritage were this strong, they would have dominated Nine Mystic Mountain long ago, not fallen into decline.
“Ancient heritage, still able to display such power in today’s era?” A glint of greed flashed in Feng Shaolin’s eyes.
If there really was such a heritage, he would have to seize it!
“Bang—”
Han Muye’s palm collided with the body of the lion in the void, the golden lion trembling all over, roaring upward, and then shattering.
With one strike of his hand, the lion shattered!
This sight left all the surrounding cultivators dumbfounded.
This lion was summoned by a Mystical Hidden Realm expert drawing upon the nearby power of heaven and earth, combined with the combat strength of the golden armored soldiers behind him.
Such a method, already comparable to the combat strength of the second level of the Physical Hidden Realm, was so easily shattered.
How could this Ancestor of the Nine Mysteries Path possess such power?
Daoist Hu Yu’s mouth twitched, unable to conceal the joy on his face.
Their own ancestor had such strength; how could the Nine Mysteries Path not flourish!
The disciples of the Nine Mysteries Path around him all excitedly clenched their fists.
The techniques demonstrated by Han Muye were their heritage.
If Han Muye could break through the Mystical Hidden Realm with one strike, so could they!
Not far from Wu Mingjue, the expression on the face of Sister Tao Yuyu from Yuteng Dao Sect changed, her gaze fixed on Wu Mingjue, and for some reason, a blush crept over her face.
Daoist Yun Lang let out a gentle sigh, his palm opened, and the sword fragment in his hand disappeared.
Han Muye was known to be powerful, but no one had expected him to be this formidable!
The extent of Han Muye’s strength surpassed his imagination.
Allying with Nine Mysteries Dao seemed to be a wise decision.
“Well played!” Feng Shaolin shouted loudly, leaping into the air. His long saber slashed down directly at Han Muye, “Catch this saber, and my True Dao Sect welcomes you—”
This strike, unlike the previous lion’s phantom, was a straightforward slash.
Yet, remarkably, this saber strike bore similarities to Han Muye’s earlier gesture, even carrying a faint echo of thunder!
“Not peak offensive skills, just sect-inherited techniques,” Han Muye spoke calmly, lifting his hand again.
This time, all of the disciples of Nine Mysteries Dao closely watched Han Muye’s palm.
Everyone around also fixed their eyes on Han Muye, not daring to miss a detail.
Han Muye looked at the long saber slashing down towards him.
The inheritance of the Supreme Realm had its brilliance, but compared to those dazzling inheritances in the void, it was evidently in decline.
The primary reason was the waning of the power of heaven and earth; many mighty techniques could no longer merge with the current power of heaven and earth.
In other words, many of the Supreme Realm’s offensive skills were repeatedly watered down.
Offensive skills adapt to the Dao of Heaven and Earth, not accomplish it.
Although Han Muye had not been in the Supreme Realm for long, he had already felt the helplessness of its cultivators.
Either you adapt to heaven and earth, or you are powerless.
So many awakened powerhouses found upon opening their eyes that their cultivation abilities had vanished, their combat strength inferior to any junior.
With the saber overhead, Han Muye felt much emotion.
This time, instead of using “Cloud Catching the Clear Wind,” he turned his palm outward, took a bow stance, and slightly lowered his waist.
“Riding the Clouds and Chasing the Wind!”
Though Han Muye had varied his stance, the disciples of Nine Mysteries Dao, who had practiced Breeze Thirty-Six Forms for so long, immediately recognized this move as a slightly altered Riding the Clouds and Chasing the Wind.
“Boom—”
The saber blade fell, the faint golden light on the hand blocked the blade, and then Han Muye flicked his hand up, deflecting the force of the blade.
Feng Shaolin, holding the saber, his face drastically changed, wanting to withdraw the blade but it was too late, his hand and arm along with the saber twisted directly.
“Crack—”
Feng Shaolin’s arm was broken.
His entire body flipped and crashed to the ground, his shoulder and spine bones also shattered.
“Bang—”
The fallen Feng Shaolin clenched his teeth and looked up at Han Muye.
Han Muye shook his head and slowly withdrew his hand, “Your saber strike was terribly poor, is that all your True Dao Sect’s inheritance has to offer?”
Feng Shaolin’s face flushed red, he was just about to speak when he spewed a mouthful of reverse blood and passed out entirely.
Han Muye shook his head, looking around, “Are these gold-armored True Dao Sect people worth anything?”
Worth anything?
Everyone was stunned.
“Answering the Ancestor’s question, they are very valuable,” Daoist Hu Yu’s voice rang out, carrying an irrepressible excitement.
Han Muye waved his hand, “Then take them back, wait for True Dao Sect to redeem them with Source Stones.”
“This business is much easier than your hard work digging Source Stones.”
Having said that, Han Muye’s eyes landed on Wu Mingjue, “Is Yuteng Dao Sect planning to have you marry in?”
Wu Mingjue shivered, all the disciples of Yuteng Dao Sect looked up nervously, the female disciple Tao Yuyu’s face turned beet red.
Han Muye’s voice rose again.
“You are the eldest brother of the second generation of Nine Mysteries Dao.”
“If they want you to marry in, they must provide a sufficient dowry.”
