Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1580: Han Hundred Million, The Only Focus of the Grand Summit (4)

Translator: Atlas Studios    Editor: Atlas Studios

Someone in the Divine World’s sect light screen whispered.

In front of the light screens of the various Immortal Realms, there was silence.

In the eyes of these seasoned experts from the immortal realms, Immortal Lord Le Cen t s combat power was on par with them, and even surpassed them.

This was the Grand Summit!

“Let’s see how Yunlan Sword Immortal deals with this…

How should he deal with it?

If it were a seasoned immortal lord, they would retreat to advance, resist the power of the flying dragon, and then break through the cage with their own protective treasures.

Han Muye had made a mistake with a crucial 10 million catties gravity and lost the initiative.

He could only take it head-on.

“Bang!

He punched out.

There was no other way.

Han Muye punched forward.

A golden Kui phantom flew out.

The Kui phantom rushed out of the cage and shattered it. Then, it collided with the flying dragon and sent Immortal Monarch Le Cen, who had triggered the Heaven and Earth powers, flying.

It was still a punch!

The phantom of the Kui in this punch roared and its body exploded, turning into lightning that filled the sky.

The power of blood essence directly turned into lightning!

“It looks like a fist technique, but it’s actually a lightning technique!’

Someone widened their eyes, watching Han Muye slowly retract his fist.

“No, this punch clearly uses boxing to activate the power of bloodline, and this person has condensed the bloodline of the demon tribe.” In front of the light curtain, an old man with a white beard murmured.

In front of the countless light screens, numerous cultivators and divine realm powerhouses were gaining insights.

The fist techniques Han Muye displayed were something no one had seen before.

“To be able to defeat Immortal Lord Le Cen with a single punch, his strength…”

“Maybe it’s just fist techniques, fist-arts. And Le Cen clearly didn’t use his full strength.”

Watching Han Muye put on a second golden halo, someone whispered softly.

Indeed, Immortal Lord Le Cen did not go all out; he still had to reserve his strength for the next battle.

Since he was not Han Muye’s match, no matter how hard he fought, she would only benefit others in the end.

“Boom—”

The third arena fused with Han Muye’s lightning, and golden light flickered on it.

On Han Muye’s body, two golden lights converged.

However, before the golden light landed, two arenas that were at least 200,000 feet tall collided.

So fast!

“As expected, it’s really disregarding one’s face…”

Outside the light screens, someone whispered.

In front of a golden light screen in the Divine World, an old man in a white robe was smiling.

“Hehe, the Divine Source Heavenly Palace is probably going to have a hard time now,” the old man said with a smile.

“Master, the Divine Source Heavenly Palace has been in charge of the Dao Sect in the Heavenly Cycle Divine Realm for nearly a trillion years. It’s time for them to suffer a little.” Behind the old man, a middle-aged man in a green Daoist robe held a jade-colored disc in his hand.

“According to the information on the Heaven Seeking Plate, Han Muye has several powers that even the heavenly devices can’t detect.

“Even if such a person can’t make it to the end, he will still make Divine Source Heavenly Palace suffer.”

As the middle-aged Daoist spoke, hand seals landed on the disc in his hand.

The disc emitted dazzling light, and a crystal-clear halo seemed to be revealing something within.

There were illusory images on it that were clearly Han Muye’s figure.

However, this figure was too illusory and could not be seen clearly.

“Even the Heaven Seeking Plate can’t detect?” The old man was slightly stunned, and the smile on his face grew wider.

The others looked forward curiously.

“Boom—”

In the light screen, the three arenas combined to form a wide platform with a circumference of 600,000 feet.

On the platform, a golden circular barrier rose.

Before the two figures could fly down, Han Muye had already taken a step forward and instantly moved 300,000 feet away!

Swift!

Pure speed.

This was the pinnacle of speed!

The immortal lord who was still casting spells could only raise his hand in time to place a small golden shield in front of him, but he was still punched away by Han Muye.

Han Muye did not stop. He turned around and punched again.

“Bang!

The fist wind shattered a rotating golden long arrow.

The golden light of this arrow turned into a light net, enveloping Han Muye.

But Han Muye didn’t stay in place; he had already flashed out.

Swift!

Ruthlessness!

Iron-blooded!

This instantaneous battle made everyone’s scalps tingle..