Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 283: Shocking the Western Frontier with a Single Sword Strike (3)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The golden-crowned young man nodded, his eyes narrowing. “I won’t go.

“I’ll just watch and see if Han Muye is dead or alive.

“If he comes out, I won’t compete with him for the next thousand years.

“If he dies in this Black Spirit Valley, I’ll come back 300 years later after my cultivation reaches the heaven realm.”

Young experts arrived in front of the Broken Soul Wasteland and stopped.

“When cultivating the Sword Dao, path of the sword, way of the sword, you can’t let the battle intent in your heart occupy your mind.”

“When a sword cultivator does everything for the sword but not himself, he won’t be far from death.”

“Han Muye really treats himself as an immortal today.”

“This is the way to die.”

The person who said this was a seventh level Golden Core sword cultivator.

Behind him, the two young sword cultivators nodded gently with solemn expressions.

Countless young experts stood outside the wasteland. Their battle intent soared, but they were careful and restrained.

At this moment, everyone was waiting for the battle of the Sword Dao, path of the sword, way of the sword, and Han Muye destroying the Black Spirit Valley.

Could the number one person among the younger generation of the Western Frontier, the Sword Dao, path of the sword, way of the sword, Han Muye, walk out of the wasteland alive?

The next day, the Mu family’s patriarch and Fairy Peony arrived in Mushen City.

The two of them stood outside the wasteland with gloomy expressions.

“Why wouldn’t this kid come back in a hundred years?” The Mu family’s patriarch said in a low voice with a dark expression.

Hearing his words, Fairy Peony shook her head and said, “We cultivate alchemy and don’t understand the path of sword cultivators. He should be looking for his own Dao.”

Patriarch Mu nodded and stood where he was, not moving forward.

This wasteland was not easy to break through.

The corrosion of resentment on the soul power was a headache even for a Heaven Realm expert.

Moreover, the Mu family’s patriarch and Fairy Peony were both alchemy cultivators and were not good at fighting.

“Senior Zhao, are we going in?” On the other side, Tang Yunhao, who was standing in front of the wasteland, asked in a low voice.

Beside him was Zhao Yunlong, who was dressed in a white robe.

Behind them were several experts from the Broken Flower Hall.

With Zhao Yunlong’s help, Tang Yunhao easily took control of the Broken Flower Hall.

The former hall master of the Broken Flower Hall was in seclusion.

It was the kind of dead pass that would never appear.

“Master asked me to leave back then because he was confident in handling everything.”

Zhao Yunlong shook his head and looked ahead, his eyes shining. “Do you know how this wasteland came about?”

How did it come about?

Tang Yunhao shook his head.

He was an itinerant cultivator and knew about the rumors circulating in the cultivation world. However, he had no way of knowing the actual situation.

“Back then, this place was destroyed by Master’s master,” Zhao Yunlong said in a deep voice.

Master’s master.

In his opinion, Han Muye, who had obtained Sword Master Yuan Tian’s Sword Pill and was protected by Daoist Dayan, was naturally Sword Master Yuan Tian’s disciple.

Tang Yunhao widened his eyes and looked at the wasteland in front of him.

Did he really destroy tens of thousands of miles?

What kind of expert was Han Zhexian’s master?

“Boom—”

In the wasteland, a rumbling sound could be heard.

They had attacked!

Everyone looked up, wanting to see the situation in the wasteland.

However, the wasteland was vast, and the power of the soul was chaotic. They could not see the situation at all.

They had no idea where Han Muye was and how the battle was going.

“Boom—”

In the depths of the wasteland that outsiders could not see, Han Muye slashed down with his sword, repelling the black-robed men in front of him.

Every one of these people was at the Earth Realm.

“Hehe, the number one person among the younger generation of the Western Frontier.

“Sword Dao, path of the sword, way of the sword.

“You’re indeed qualified.”

Someone among the black-robed men sneered.

A faint murderous aura and resentment appeared on everyone’s bodies.

“You shouldn’t have come to the Broken Soul Wasteland.

“You have no idea what the Broken Soul Wasteland is.”

The person who spoke laughed and his body suddenly exploded.

He was not the only one. The others also exploded and turned into grayish-black resentment.

This resentment seemed to have activated the entire Broken Soul Wasteland.

Endless resentment surrounded Han Muye.

Resentment.

This was something that most cultivators in the world did not dare to touch.

Resentment was harmful to the soul. As long as it infected the soul, the soul would be damaged at best. One could even die and fuse with this resentment.

The resentment here was so dense that as long as one was infected, one would definitely die!

How many cultivators in the world could withstand the resentment here?

Resentment rolled and surged like a shrill ghost.

In Han Muye’s opinion, this was an opportunity he had found himself.

Resentment was an opportunity.

The opportunity to cultivate the Great Spirit.

“Steady.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Four Symbols Sword Formation activated.

The azure dragon, white tiger, vermilion bird, and black tortoise gathered.

Without any hesitation, sword light and Great Spirit poured in, and the four divine beasts turned into golden bodies.

“Suppress—”

The four divine beasts condensed into a thousand-foot-long body and pressed down.

All the gathered resentment was enveloped and suppressed by the golden light and turned into a golden shade.

The resentment transformed into Righteousness Qi!

The endless resentment turned golden!

The resentment was suppressed, and a pale white phantom appeared.

It was the resentful soul that had remained in the Broken Soul Wasteland for countless years.

Among these souls, there were humans, demons, and fiends.

Some of them had died in the battle back then, while others had been tortured and killed in the Black Spirit Valley over the years.

There were thousands of them.

At this moment, all the souls were standing where they were.

“Seniors, Junior Han Muye is here to seek justice for you. Please help me.”

Han Muye bowed to these illusory figures and spoke loudly.