Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1753: The Legacy of the Primordial Chaos Passed Down to the Galaxy (3)

Translator: Atlas Studios    Editor: Atlas Studios

The vast expanse of the Galaxy world lay in ruins.

Except for some ancient remnants of power still willing to linger in the Galaxy

Great World, the others went to the great cities in the void.

But within these cities, the battles grew even more fierce.

Many cities fell in the struggle for resources.

Cold Moon City was one of them.

Even the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods had to retreat, leaving behind only the Trading Temple.

Most of the powerhouses in Cold Moon City died in the midst of the conflict.

Some of their battle puppets and armors remained, scattered across the square.

Whether the powerful refiner eventually departed or perished, no one inherited his legacy in Cold Moon City.

In other words, Cold Moon City actually had no master.

With a slow withdrawal of his hand, Han Muye looked at the terrified elites of Cold Moon City and smiled. “I’ll give you a chance.

“Let’s see what it’s like for divine-level powerhouses to control

Primordial-level battle puppets together.”

The reason divine-level powerhouses were formidable was their ability to control primordial-level battle puppets.

These ancient legacy battle puppets could shatter the heavens and earth with a single blow.

Those divine level powerhouses looked at each other. Layers of divine light shone from their bodies.

“Boom—”

In the distance, above the black hall, a bright moon rose.

The moon, like a wheel, instantly descended on the square,

It spun and solidified into a black-armored battle puppet.

The puppet’s stature was only a little over eight feet tall. It had a human-like face and wielded a long sword in its hand.

The crafting of this battle puppet was exquisite to the extreme.

It pointed its sword forward and looked at Han Muye.

Behind the puppet, the souls of those divine-level armor and puppet masters exerted their divine powers to the fullest.

It was the power of their souls that supported the actions of this primordial— level battle puppet.

“Primordial-level battle puppet. “A true primordial-level battle puppet.” A voice murmured at Han Muye!s side.

“Let me go.” The golden bird flapped its wings.

“May I join in?” A hint of eagerness emanated from within the Chaos Golden Bead.

“Cough, actually, I can fight too.” The old man transformed by the Five Elements Divine Furnace puffed out his chest.

The Heaven Splitter Battle Spear vibrated, wanting to drill into Han Muye’s palm.

But Han Muye simply ignored them.

A set of black armor manifested on his body.

Primordial battle armor!

During his time in the Ruins Realm, Han Muye obtained a set of Primordial armor.

At that time, the armor was in tatters.

Later, he repaired the armor with the body of a Kui, not only restoring it but also greatly enhancing its power.

A layer of crimson light armor covered the outer layer of the armor.

This was the power formed by the bloodline array to consolidate the power of the battle armor.

A black sword appeared in Han Muye’s hand.

This was the sword formed by his true spirit bone.

More than a hundred divine patterns converged on the long sword sealed with immense power.

A Universe-level weapon.

The Heaven Splitter Battle Spear seemed to be dumbfounded by this scene.

It had thought itself Han Muye’s reliance.

Now, it would be good if it didn’t become a burden.

Had it, perhaps, overestimated itself?

“Boom—”

Three sky-sustaining swords materialized around Han Muye.

The Immortal Slaying Sword.

Immortal Slaying Sword.

Immortal Trapping Sword.

Han Muye’s essence soul sword manifested for the first time outside the Primordial Chaos Universe.

This was also the first time he wielded all of his true spirit swords together.

“Hope you can entertain me.”

Looking at the primordial-level battle puppet before him, Han Muye muttered softly to himself, his voice tinged with suppressed excitement.

“This kid is serious.” The golden bird’s voice was also filled with excitement.

“The legacy of the Primordial Chaos is not inferior to the Galaxy Universe.” The voice of Chaos was filled with unwillingness and anticipation.

“Boom—”

The sword light converged and slashed down with a roar..