Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1588: Killing an Immortal Venerable (4)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“The rules of fire!”

A cry came from outside the light screen.

“These are the rules of fire. He has comprehended at least 30% of it!”

An old man stared excitedly at the flames within the light screen and clenched his fists.

“It’s fire. This Immortal Venerable actually comprehended the law of fire. He hid it so well!”

The exclamations outside the light screen connected, and the flames in front of Han Muye were also covered.

In his eyes, these flames were like delicious food.

The first complete rule he comprehended was the rule of fire.

For the Golden Crow bloodline, mastery over fire was as basic as eating and dressing for the human race.

Han Muye raised his hand and blocked Xiang Liuyun’s palm.

When their palms touched, Xiang Liuyun’s eyes widened and his entire body trembled.

The two of them stood facing each other. The flames wrapped around their bodies.

“What is this Xiang Liuyun doing?” an old man in front of Divine Source Heavenly Palace’s screen of light shouted coldly.

No one knew.

No one knew the pain Xiang Liuyun was experiencing at this moment.

The flame power he had cultivated for countless years was being taken away right before his eyes.

Han Muye held a blazing flame in his hand.

This flame was scorching, seemingly capable of burning the heavens and the earth, making Xiang Liuyun want to let go, but he couldn’t bear to.

He knew that as soon as he let go, this flame, the flame he had condensed for countless years, this rule, would be handed over.

Staring at Han Muye, Xiang Liuyun gritted his teeth.

He didn’t understand.

Although he hadn’t reached the Immortal Venerable realm for long, he had already comprehended the power of the rules.

He was one of the best among the younger generation in Divine Source Heavenly Palace.

He was destined to go to the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield.

How could someone like him lose in rule comprehension to an unknown person in front of him? “Submit to me. I can tell you why.”

Han Muye spoke softly.

The flames around them slowly dissipated.

The image of their hands clashing appeared on the light screen.

“What’s going on with them…”

This was the question everyone wanted to ask.

Between their hands, a crimson flame burned.

No one knew what the two of them were doing.

“Is this Xiang Liuyun so incompetent? He can’t even defeat this Han Muye!’ Several people scolded in front of the Divine Source Heavenly Palace’s light curtain.

How could an Immortal Venerable be so incompetent? “Submit?” Xiang Liuyun gritted his teeth and retreated.

“You’re not worthy! ”

His body moved, and he flashed backward.

Han Muye’s strength was too strange. He was not an Immortal Venerable, but his control over flames was especially strange.

Had this person also comprehended the rules of fire, perhaps even surpassing him?

Seeing Xiang Liuyun retreat quickly, Han Muye smiled.

He raised his hand and suddenly threw out the flames in his palm.

“Boom—”

The flame’s speed was extremely fast, swung from the left, landing on a 50-mile mountain peak 300 miles away.

The figure standing in the arena trembled. He raised his hand with all his might and stabbed out with the spear in his hand.

The spear collided with the flames, and the flames scattered.

The arena shook and collapsed. Then, a light barrier rose.

The light shield covered the mountains and peaks where Han Muye and the others were.

Xiang Liuyun, who had already rushed beyond the mountains, slammed into the light shield, a trace of confusion flashing across his face.

On the other side, Immortal Lord Zhu Min of the Heavenly Dao Sect, holding a long spear, and more than a hundred Immortal Lords behind him, stared intently at Han Muye.

When three platforms collided, a light shield appeared. Either submit or fight to the death.

Turning slowly, Xiang Liuyun looked at Immortal Lord Zhu Min.

They came from the Divine Realm together, so even though they were not from the same sect, they were still familiar with each other.

“Let’s join forces.” Xiang Liuyun spoke softly.

Immortal Lord Zhu Min nodded, took a deep breath, and pointed his spear at

Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded and raised his hand.

“Left flank, suppress, right flank, full attack.”

As he spoke, thousands of Immortal Lords split into two groups, flying forward, and streams of immortal light crashed down.

Han Muye stood in place, loudly saying, “Hit them hard, keep hitting until they submit!”

Han Muye smiled, but it made Xiang Liuyun’s heart sink.

“If they refuse to submit, today you will witness the slaughter of an Immortal Venerable.

“I’ll hold the fort for you. They won’t turn the tide..”