Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"The first one is to gather a large army and counter-surround us, dividing our Heavenly Mystic army."

"We have no advantage in absolute strength, and as long as the Immortal Spirit army has the determination to fight to the death, the likelihood of breaking the encirclement is extremely high."

"To deal with this situation, our army\'s mobility needs to be tripled, and the most important thing is for the thousands of sword cultivators to suppress the enemy\'s vanguard at any time."

Shao Tianfeng did not hesitate and explained the speculated battle situation in a loud voice, along with the corresponding countermeasures.

Seeing Han Muye remained silent, he continued, "The second possibility is that a powerful force from the Immortal Spirit World strikes from behind, targeting our Heavenly Mystic commanding officers, especially the commander of the Thousand Sword Cultivators, Huang Zhihu."

Huang Zhihu, who controlled the thousands of sword cultivators, was the first combat power of the Heavenly Mystic army.

If Huang Zhihu was assassinated, the combat power of the Heavenly Mystic army would probably be halved.

"The third one is to attack the Heavenly Mystic World directly?" Han Muye said calmly.

"Minister Han is right." Shao Tianfeng nodded.

"Minister Han, do we need to recall a large army to the Heavenly Mystic World?" Xu Wei looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye shook his head and said softly, "It\'s too late."

Too late!

With just one sentence, everyone in the entire hall was shocked.

"Boom!"

A loud noise resounded in the void.

The great formation above the imperial city was instantly triggered.

"Report, the Immortal Spirit Army has gathered in eight locations and is attacking from all sides. The front line cannot be surrounded."

"Report, Immortal Spirit experts are besieging the sword cultivators\' army. There is a large formation suppressing them, and the commander of the Thousand Sword Cultivators, Huang Zhihu, is besieged."

"Prime Minister Han, 30 flying ships of the Immortal Spirit World have already rushed 100,000 miles away beyond the Heavenly Mystic World. The vanguard has reached beyond the sky!"

One urgent report after another sounded outside the hall.

The officials who were still calculating the data in front of them looked up.

Xu Wei\'s face remained unchanged, his fingers tightly clasped in his sleeves, quickly calculating.

"How is it? Do we have a chance of winning?" Han Muye turned to him and asked in a soft voice.

Xu Wei\'s face was as calm as water as he shook his head gently.

The power of the Immortal Spirit World itself was several times that of the Heavenly Mystic World.

After that, with the support of the Upper Three Heavens, they had the power to crush the Heavenly Mystic World.

If it weren\'t for Han Muye\'s lightning strike, when it came time for the decisive battle of the hundred-year Dao War, the Heavenly Mystic would have had no chance of winning.

At this moment, the Immortal Spirit World reacted. The three countermeasures had all seen through the Heavenly Mystic\'s strength.

The frontline army was insufficient, the sword cultivators\' formation was powerful, but needed a backbone to command, and the Heavenly Mystic World was even more empty.

With the three-pronged approach, the Immortal Spirit World was extremely brilliant.

But in a moment, the situation had already reversed, from a sure victory for the Heavenly Mystic to having no chance at all.

"Yes, no matter how meticulous the planning of worldly affairs, in the end it depends on the strength of one\'s power.

"Who would want to use an egg to strike a rock?"

Han Muye spoke softly, looking forward, his eyes filled with a strong fighting spirit: "But if you don\'t go and take the egg to collide with the stone, they will reach out and crush all your eggs!"

"Boom!"

Another loud bang echoed through the void.

A rift appeared in the sky.

The experts of the Immortal Spirit World came in droves, while the Heavenly Mystic World was extremely empty.

The sky was torn apart, and the entire Heavenly Mystic shook.

"The Immortal Spirit army is here to kill the evil-doer Han Muye, and it has nothing to do with anyone else." A voice sounded from the void.

Only to kill Han Muye!

In the eyes of Immortal Spirit Realm experts, a single Han Muye was worth more than a constellation in the Heavenly Mystic World.

As long as Han Muye was killed today, the frontline army of the Heaven Mystic World would definitely inevitably disintegrate.

Just like how they had surrounded Huang Zhihu.

"Imperial Decree, Imperial City Guards, follow me to battle. We must not let the outside world hurt the living creatures of our Heavenly Mystic…"

Yunduan\'s voice rang out.

Above the Imperial City, flying ships gathered.

Outside the Imperial City, the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship that looked like an immortal city left the Yongding River where it had been docked for nearly a hundred years and flew straight to the Imperial City.

Princess Yunjin, wearing golden armor, stood side by side with Yunduan, who also wore golden armor and carried a long sword.

Looking at the palace below, Yun Jin\'s eyes showed a hint of complexity.

"If I can come back alive, I wonder if I can dance for you…"

With a soft whisper, she turned around.

Beside her, Yunduan\'s lips moved slightly, but in the end, she did not say anything.

"Woo—"

The horn sounded, and the flying ships rushed toward the void.

Below, several Confucian Dao cultivators in long robes and wide sleeves flew into the air.

In the distance, experts from the Daoist sects held down, presided over, and rushed into the clouds.

Further away, the Eastern Sea sword cultivators, the Southern Wasteland monsters, and the Western Frontier, dressed in a moon-white dress, with a green sword in her hand, Bai Suzhen flew up. Demonic qi lingered around her body.

At this moment, the sky cracked, and countless figures rushed into the sky to fight for the Heavenly Mystic.

Below, countless commoners raised their heads and looked at the dark sky, praying softly.

Streams of power of faith began to gather.

The phantoms of golden-armored generals appeared and rushed into the sky.

Han Muye stood on the stone steps in front of the hall and looked into the void.

"Dang Wuyou, Yuling Dao Sect, and White Cloud Temple are all major sects in the Upper Three Heavens."

The battle intent in Han Muye\'s eyes condensed.

"Inform the frontline army to surround Immortal Spirit Star at all costs.

"Use the three immortal treasures to suppress the frontline and detonate the immortal treasure spear and the Dark Jade Saber.

"Let Dark Shadow Heavenly Venerable and Huang Zhenxiong attack together and shatter the Immortal Spirit Star.

"Tell Huang Zhenxiong that Huang Zhihu will be fine."

In the sky, the sounds of battle rang out as the spiritual light pillars of the fallen cultivators intertwined.

The Heavenly Mystic cultivators were using their lives to form a city wall to resist the attacks of the Immortal Spirit experts.

In front of these true experts, no one in the Heavenly Mystic World, who had already been transferred away from the experts, could stop these experts\' footsteps.

The lives of those who died could not even be slowed down.

"Boom!"

A long arrow pierced through the sky, directly bursting dozens of flying ships.

The Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship was split into two by an arrow and fell from the void.

In the void, streams of light like tornadoes ravaged, and with a single blow, thousands of Heavenly Mystic cultivators perished.

At this moment, the brutal reality of the Dao War was revealed before the Heavenly Mystic World.

Life and death were in this moment!

Han Muye\'s fighting spirit finally erupted as he took a step forward.

No amount of restraint or planning could withstand a battle of life and death!

Even if this battle meant death!

With a wave of his hand, Han Muye rescued Princess Yunjin, covered in shattered golden armor, from under a long sword.

"Ahem, I\'m willing to wear a long dress for you, and sing and dance on the immortal ship…

"I can also put on armor for you and fight in the sky…

"It\'s a pity that you won\'t look at me and listen to my song."

Princess Yunjin, with blood dripping from her mouth, looked desolate.

Yunduan, who was protected by a group of personal guards and had fought her way out of the encirclement, flew over. Seeing that Yunjin was not dead, she heaved a sigh of relief.

She turned her head, sadness flashing across her face.

"Qingfeng has fallen."

Gongsun Qingfeng had protected her for decades and had always been loyal.

Even though she knew that the imperial guards were loyal to the emperor, how could she not be saddened after spending so many years with him?

Han Muye gave a pill to Yunjin, then sent her to Yunduan\'s side.

"You, you have to live…"

Princess Yunjin gritted her teeth and spoke softly.

Beside her, Yunduan shuddered and lowered her head.

Han Muye\'s expression was calm as he took a step forward and soared into the sky.

Bai Suzhen, whose white dress was stained with blood, looked up with a sad expression.

Countless cultivators looked at Han Muye.

The Immortal Spirit powerhouses who had been besieging the Heavenly Mystic slowly turned around.

The foundation of the Heavenly Mystic World was still too shallow.

There were too few people who could hold the big picture.

"Senior Dang Wuyou, it seems that you\'re determined to kill me." Han Muye slowly walked forward and looked ahead with a calm expression.

Dang Wuyou, who was wearing a green Daoist robe, flew down. A divine court puppet appeared behind him.

Looking at Han Muye, Dang Wuyou said softly, "Han Muye, you\'re the only genius I\'ve seen."

"Whether it\'s cultivation or managing a region, your talent and temperament are impeccable.

"Unfortunately, you were born in the wrong era."

Born in the wrong era.

Han Muye looked at Dang Wuyou.

There was no joy on Dang Wuyou\'s face that they were going to kill Han Muye.

He was born in the wrong era. Did that mean that Dang Wuyou was born in the right era?

Was such a battle what they hoped for?

Figures began to appear in the sky.

The powerhouses of the Upper Three Heavens watched with cold and solemn expressions.

In the eyes of these experts, whether it was Han Muye or Dang Wuyou, they were just clowns, insignificant fellows who stirred up the world.

These two men had taken everything that should have belonged to them.

In today\'s battle, Han Muye was destined to die.

The Heavenly Mystic was destined to fail.

No matter how much planning there was, it was impossible to turn the tables.

Han Muye raised his hand, and the sword in his hand flashed.

Behind him, the seven-story Sword Pavilion appeared.

No matter what, nothing was as sharp as the sword in his hand at this moment.

Since the situation had already reached this point, he would fight to the death!