Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Whenever a mighty Heavenly Demonic Beast charges at the rift above the sky, a powerful army immediately confronts it.

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Stellar space.

Among the scattered stars, figures lurk.

The powerful beings who arrived were initially hesitant, fearing that they might fall into a trap.

However, with the arrival of various powerful beings and then the elites from the Myriad Domains Battleground, everyone’s doubts were dispelled.

Especially upon seeing their own juniors, such delight instantly eliminated any previous skepticism.

The once ordinary elites now possessed Immortal Venerable realm cultivation, with power surging within them.

They casually possessed second-grade and third-grade Heavenly Beads, and the treasures protecting their paths were mostly at the Primordial Chaos level, and even half-step Universe-level.

The various treasures traded in Heavenly Secret City were indeed used on these elites.

These thirty thousand elites, each one was a potential top-tier powerful being.

The resources and accumulation they held on them were already among the top in the world.

Now, as long as they had enough tempering to digest the resources and accumulation they had, that would be sufficient.

There are successors.

That was the thought of many upon seeing these thirty thousand elites.

“Lad, who’s that girl commanding them? She looks impressive. Don’t you have any thoughts?” a white-bearded elder asked his junior with a light laugh, “If you have any intentions, I’ll propose on your behalf.”

As one of the top powerful beings in the universe, the elder had the confidence to do so.

“Ancestor-Master, let’s forget about that; she’s Miss Huang Zhihu after all.” Upon hearing the elder’s words, the young man in a black robe shook his head, showing a complex expression on his face.

It was clear that he felt inferior even with just an extra glance.

“Miss?” The elder furrowed his brows.

His junior was also one of the top elites in the universe. After this tempering, he would undoubtedly become an extraordinary powerful being. Even he felt he needed to take care of the junior with great care. Which family’s miss could make such elite juniors feel ashamed of themselves?

“The master of Nine Mysteries City, Master Han’s foster daughter, the direct daughter of Heaven Trampling Immortal Venerable,” the young man explained softly upon seeing the expression of his ancestor, “The ten-thousand sword cultivators she commands are the foremost force in the Myriad Domains Battleground, unbeatable by anyone.”

The Number One in the Myriad Domains Battleground.

Also, the foster daughter of Master Han.

The elder’s face stiffened.

He didn’t expect such a girl to have such a background.

At this moment, not just this powerful being, but many others felt the same.

“My Gongsun family is the foremost among the Top Three Families, and you, Gongsun Ming, dare say you don’t even have the qualifications to pursue her?” a majestic middle-aged man with a jade crown glared at Gongsun Ming.

Gongsun Ming kept his head low, not daring to meet his eyes: “Third Uncle, I, Gongsun Ming, also take pride in myself. If it weren’t for…”

Sorrow seeped through Gongsun Ming’s voice.

“You will understand, Third Uncle.”

You will understand.

Han Muye’s eyes seemed to be shooting out flames.

“You lad, such a coward.”

“Wait till I meet Master Han, I’ll propose marriage on your behalf, and see if Master Han will agree.”

With his sleeves flung, Han Muye turned and left.

The Number One world family in the Star River Universe Divine Domain, and his junior still ranked as one of the top elite among his peers.

It was baffling for him to feel so inferior.

Han Muye wondered, how different was Master Han’s foster daughter?

“They’re here.”

A faint voice rose from the void.

All eyes were drawn to the bright and massive star in front of them.

Countless Flowing Light was charging towards that very star.

The sky outside the star was directly breached and shattered.

“Form the battle formation.”

The voice of Huang Zhihu rang out.

With those words, the thirty thousand elites instantly coalesced, forming a battle formation.

Above the battle formation, dragons soared and tigers leaped, as images of divine beasts emerged.

This was a power too overwhelming, invoking visions.

In this world without much suppression, such visions signified great combat strength.

“The Twelve Celestial Palaces Formation.”

“Suppress the ten directions.”

Huang Zhihu’s voice echoed, as the battle formation fragmented into smaller ones, charging straight towards the star below.

In that moment, the scattered powerful beings all fell silent.

Such a battle formation was beyond their power to withstand, even the smallest segregated part of it.

“This girl, not only can she gather such a formation, but she also can command obedience from people; extraordinary indeed.”

“The timing of the formation, the decisiveness of division, it’s unparalleled.”

“My United Universe lacks such a forceful figure to dominate the grand scheme.”

“Humph, if my Abundant Dao Sect had this girl, sweeping through three universes wouldn’t be a problem.”

Before the watchful eyes of a million strong, the thirty thousand elites charged forth.

The battle formation pressed down on the star, and supernatural powers turned into a grand torrent, thundering down.

The figures atop the star attempted to break out but were thoroughly suppressed, their bodies torn to shreds.

Four arms, six arms, eight arms, and even ten arms.

Two twelve-winged Canaanite Monarchs wore solemn expressions as they fled across the stars.

“Gathering Swords.”

Huang Zhihu’s voice thundered.

A phantom of a Ten Thousand Li Sword started to form.

With one step, Huang Zhihu raised his hand, and the control of the Ten Thousand Li Sword fell into his palm.

“This girl’s cultivation abilities—”

“Hiss, can her sword cultivation sustain such potent sword intent?”

“This, this, even without the boost from the battle formation, this girl already has the capability to contend with the peak of Immortal Sovereigns, the Overlord Level.”

At this moment, those powerful beings who had been simply watching realized that these elites, especially elites among elites like Huang Zhihu, possessed combat strengths far beyond their imagination.

In the cultivation world, after all, strength speaks loudest.

Only with enough strength will one be respected.

Everyone’s view of Huang Zhihu and the battle formation had lost its previous ease.

“Buzz—”

In the midst of the stars, barriers of light rose, attempting to block the long sword summoned by Huang Zhihu.

But the authority of the Ten Thousand Li Sword Light was absolute and beyond question.

With one flash of sword light, it turned into thunder that roared through the nine heavens.

A Ten Thousand Li Sword Light that tore through the void shattered all resistance above the stars, reducing those sheltered beneath the barriers of light to pieces.

With a sweep of the sword light, countless figures screamed as they were reduced to nothingness.

Above the stars, the scattered origin power began to feedback.

Huang Zhihu’s sword strike did not harm the stars, it only slaughtered those Canaanites who had rushed into them.

“To wield such ease, such swordsmanship is indeed remarkable.”

“Such temperament, to show mercy to heaven and earth but give no quarter to the enemy, one must not deceive the universe.”

Those powerful beings now looked upon Huang Zhihu, who was wielding the sword, with even more approval.

Being at their levels of cultivation, they naturally realized how difficult it was to control that sword.

The most crucial point was that the wielder of this sword, when striking, could solely eliminate Canaanites without harming the stars in the slightest.

How advanced must one’s sword cultivation be to achieve this?

“Boom—”

In the distance, countless figures of Canaanites burst forth from the void.

Though this was an ambush, the Canaanites were not without their own reserves.

The figures that emerged now composed the main force of their tribe.

Dozens of twelve-winged Canaanite elites lined up and charged directly into the fray.

“Haha, it’s time for us old bones to take action.”

A white-bearded elder laughed heartily, his eyes full of killing intent as he stepped forward.

Without hesitation, the others followed suit and charged into battle.

This opportunity to hunt Canaanites did not come often.

Today’s battle could indeed cause the Canaanites severe pain and suffering.

“Boom—”

Supreme Divine Powers clashed, converting tens of thousands of miles of heaven and earth directly into void.

At this moment, with the true clashing of powerful beings, the Void World was completely turbulent.

This was the level of universe Suppressors in action!

With every gesture, stars exploded.

Each strike could shatter an entire star system.

“Haha, thirty million years ago, the Canaanites broke through my Five-Direction Universe and enslaved three million disciples of my Curved Moon Sect. Today, let me see if you still possess your past prowess.”

“Three-eyed brat, how firm is your punch?”

In the void, the exhilarating shouts resonated amidst the turbulent world, igniting people’s blood with excitement.

Countless figures burst forth, smashing the Canaanite elites to pieces.

In the distance, Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged as he watched the shockwaves in the void.

This was a battle of the star realm.

The pinnacle of the world’s strongest emerged, causing star systems to burst and countless stars to turn into nothingness.

Such power could render this universe unrecoverable for countless millennia.

But isn’t this just part of the evolution of the universe?

Han Muye raised his hand.

The power of the calamity in his palm flickered with golden light.

If the power of this battle were ten thousand times stronger, wouldn’t that be another calamity?

“Watching your Canaanite race being encircled and killed, you show no fluctuation in mood. Is your race really so indifferent by nature?” Han Muye turned around, looking at a figure that had appeared at some point.

A thousand feet away stood a white-bearded elder.

Apart from a vertical line on his forehead, the elder looked no different from an ordinary cultivator.

“It’s just life and death, I’ve seen through it,” the elder’s gaze settled on Han Muye.

“I’m just curious, what makes you so sure that you’ve won?”

Han Muye slowly raised his hand, and a three-foot-long sword materialized in his palm.

“Disagree?”

“Let’s fight.”