Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

517 An Investiture at the Guan Estuary, The Golden Seal Suppresses the Eight Counties (4)

At this moment, the golden-armored phantom formed by the incense offerings of the No Resentment Realm escorted thousands of cultivators to safety as they escaped from the Heavenly Mystic World.

Han Muye stood in front of the golden-armored phantom.

Without saying anything, the shadow of his fist instantly descended.

The golden-armored phantom raised its hand, and a mighty astral wind collided with Han Muye’s fist.

“Boom!”

His single punch shattered the golden armored phantom.

Han Muye was confused.

Is this the power of Baxia? he wondered.

Indeed, it felt good.

Looking at the golden-armored phantom that had condensed again, Han Muye raised his fist again.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

Outside the void, explosions sounded continuously.

The Daoist cultivators who had escaped from the Heavenly Mystic World were at a loss.

The deity of the Incense Dao, who was said to be able to shake the foundation of Wen Mosheng’s Confucianism, could not withstand a punch?

This golden armored phantom could suppress a Heaven Realm Out of Body Realm cultivator, but it could not block a pair of fists?

The golden-armored phantom kept shattering, unable to fight back.

As for the Dao techniques and divine powers that it had gathered, Han Muye did not need to block them at all.

It was only at the Heaven Realm. Who could break through the defense of the divine beast, Baxia?

After receiving a hundred punches, the golden armored phantom was extremely faint.

It ignored the Heavenly Mystic cultivators and turned to flee into the void.

If it didn’t leave now, it would die.

Han Muye laughed and took a step forward, then raised his fist and smashed it down.

“Boom!”

The golden armored phantom shattered again.

Those Heaven Mystic cultivators stood in the void, at a loss, like babies abandoned by their mothers.

Where is home in the vastness of the world?

Before the golden armored phantom completely shattered, beams of divine light rose in the void ahead.

The divine light was vast and bound the void.

The divine intent was a net.

The net was ready.

“Hmph, I thought I could catch a Heaven Mystic Half-Sage or something. I didn’t expect him to be just a guy with a little more strength.”

In the void, a middle-aged man in a purple robe spoke coldly with a solemn expression.

Beside him, figures were surrounded by divine light.

The power of incense had reached the Dao.

“No Resentment Realm?” Han Muye stood in the air and asked.

What answered him was the golden saber beam above his head.

Han Muye let out a long laugh. Without using any methods, he only raised his fist and punched.

Fist shadows supported the sky as incalculable qi and blood power surged.

Half of the sky in the void was stirred by the power of this punch.

“Bang!”

The saber beam that slashed down shattered.

The blades shattered, and the divine patterns on them shattered, bringing with them a bright stream of light.

Han Muye reached out and grabbed a fragment in his palm, injecting sword Qi into it.

“Brat, how dare you destroy my treasure!” On the other side, an old man in a black Daoist robe gritted his teeth.

His saber was a magic treasure.

Such a supreme treasure was a protective item that he had condensed for a thousand years.

With the saber broken, his combat strength was instantly reduced by more than half.

Han Muye smiled and shook his head. He whispered, “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it.”

He looked up at the shattered golden saber beam. “My heart aches too.”

Unfortunately, he really couldn’t control his strength.

The sword qi entered the blade fragments, and images appeared in Han Muye’s mind.

The No Resentment Realm cultivated the power of incense to attain the Dao. There was also a Divine Court in the realm.

There were 18 Deity Kings in the Divine Court. Each of them was an Immortal God Realm expert who had surpassed the Heaven Realm. Their combat strength suppressed the myriad worlds.

However, a thousand years ago, this No Resentment Realm was besieged by the Heavenly Mystic World.

The Heavenly Mystic World’s Marquis Chongwu led his Red Flame Army to attack them continuously. Out of the 18 Deity Kings of the No Resentment Realm, four were killed by Chongwu Marquis.

Now Deity King Huyuan had been planning for hundreds of years. Using the incense offerings from the eight counties of the Heavenly Mystic as a guide, he wanted to shake the foundation of the Heavenly Mystic World.

Even if he couldn’t really injure the Heavenly Mystic Dao, he could at least lure one or two experts from the Heavenly Mystic World and kill them.

However, he was not expecting someone like Han Muye.

He was not a great cultivator of Confucianism.

One had to know that when Confucian cultivators stepped out of the Heavenly World, their combat strength would be greatly reduced.

They might not be able to withstand the siege of a Deity King and several guardians and generals with the combat power of Nascent Soul.

Taking down a few Confucian cultivators was a huge blow to Heavenly Mystic’s morale.

There was not much information on a blade fragment, and Han Muye saw through it in an instant.

They would fight to the death!

Before the other party could speak again, Han Muye had already rushed out and punched again.

His fist shadow was like a galloping bull, and his figure was like a bow.

It was a very ordinary fist technique that refined the body with the Iron Bull strength.

However, this punch had the power of tens of thousands of pounds that caused the void to tremble.

Behind him, the phantom of a black bull horn appeared.

Kui Horn.

The power of the divine beast fused with his body.

After the Kui Horn appeared, no one could see the phantom of the divine beast, Baxia.

“Swoosh—”

A flying saber appeared behind Han Muye. The saber light flickered and smashed into his back.

The flying daggers were swift and the saber light was dark, making it impossible to guard against them.

Han Muye seemed to not notice this flying knife. He continued to press forward and punch non-stop.

“Bam!”

The flying daggers hit Han Muye’s back.

The flying daggers broke, and the phantom of the divine beast, Baxia, slowly appeared behind Han Muye.

To be able to injure the divine beast, Baxia’s body from behind, not to mention flying daggers, even a world would not be able to do it.

“Divine Beast, Baxia!”

“How is this possible? Hasn’t the Desolate Wilderness been destroyed…”

“Be careful, this kid is not easy to deal with!”

At this moment, Deity King Huyuan let out a low shout and raised the golden sword in his hand.

“The body of the divine beast, Baxia. How is this possible?” they gasped.

The few of them couldn’t retain such a body!

Han Muye moved and appeared in front of Deity King Huyuan, then delivered a punch.

Facing Han Muye’s fist, the sword light kept swinging down.

Breaking the sword with a fist?

The black Kui Horn behind Han Muye flashed and turned into a half-foot-long fist spike that attached itself to his fist.

Receiving a sword strike with a fist, defeating a sword strike with a fist!